No Love Allowed.

Risks.

Rihanna's P.O.V

The rest of the day wasn't too eventful. Rocky left as he claimed he had errands to run and left with the boys besides Jaxon. He remained in his room and honestly I couldn't be bothered to go snuggle up and try explain myself to him. I didn't belong to him; he doesn't own me.

On the other hand, I got to know Amani more. We spent the day gossiping about random things and getting to know each other more. I found out that she's nineteen and a uni drop out. When asking how she ended up here she hesitated and claimed her past wasn't something she wanted to get deep into detail with. I was more than happy with her reaction because shit, neither did I.

In a way we were complete opposites. She had a bright and bubbly personality. It radiated easily as I watched her paint her nails. We sat on her luxurious bed. She may have been a housemaid but her room was furnished from head to toe. Shit looked like a goddess' throne. I could now see why she didn't want to part with this place.

"Doesn't it get weird though, being stuck here. With only men." I asked in all seriousness.

Amani glanced at me then at her nails. "Not really, they're like brothers to me."

Funny. That's exactly what Jaxon had said about these group of boys too.

"Are they... dangerous, in any way?"

Amani looked over at me and stopped painting her nails. "Of course not. They're the sweetest bunch I know."

If this bitch was trying to lie, she sure sucked at it.

"Look, I barely know these boys. Only Jaxon really does, I want to know what I'm dealing with."

Amani stayed silent for a while then spoke.

"I can't say anything, Rih. I don't want shit happening to me. I've kept my nose down and did what I had to do in this household. Which was clean, nothing more, nothing less. Rakim doesn't pay me to snoop around his business and worry about his life." She said as she then paused.

"But... speaking from experience, and what I've seen and witnessed. Please. I beg babygirl, please don't mess with Rakim. Frankly, don't even get involved with him. As a friend, take it from me."

I nodded. "All noted."

I'd thought it was just Jaxon's jealousy. But clearly Rakim just wasn't someone I needed to associate with, and I was now fine with that.

"Anyways, let's cut this serious talk Rih. I hate being so serious, let's let go of all this tension, do something fun."

I raised a brow and looked at her. "Having fun? What's fun to you Amani, mopping the floors?" I teased.

She learnt over and nudged my shoulder with hers as we both laughed.

"Well why won't you tell me your idea of a girl's night, since you know everything."

"Clubbing, no choice."

Amani stayed silent the burst into laughter.

"You got jokes, bih."

"Nah, forreal. That's how me and my home girls let loose. We used to get it at the clubs." I said, reminiscing all my hometown memories.

"I think you're forgetting the fact that I'm a housemaid. I can't do as I please."

"Man, fvck Rakim and his little rules. You're a grown woman. You can do as you please."

She seemed slightly convinced. "Mhmm, true. And he doesn't get back home till about 1am. It's only 8pm."

I squealed as I got up on the bed and began jumping up and down. "Let's get turnt the fvck up tonight!" I sang loudly as Amani giggled.

"Shh, if you don't quiet down you'll wake up your boyfriend and there won't be no party no more."

I quickly hushed up. The thought of Jaxon ruining this was an absolute no.

"Hold up..." I said as I suddenly came into realisation. "We don't have shit to wear."

"Actually we do." Amani smirked as she headed over to her large closet.

"No Amani. We ain't wearing no aprons and nun gowns today."

"Shut the fuck up, Rih." She said playfully as she pulled out a large suitcase. She placed it on the bed and opened it slowly.

Honestly, I don't know why she was even bothering. At this point we might as well not go because I know deadass her clothes aren't something I'd dig.

Amani opened the top of suitcase and my eyes scanned the clothes. Everything was organised and neat as hell. My eyes stopped at a pile of lingerie, lots of it too. Then another neat stack of dresses. I grabbed one and held it in front of me.

"Woah... damn, this is cute! Where from?"

Amina shrugged. "Dunno, got it awhile back."

I continued roaming through her clothes. These were party clothes for sure. All I saw where short skirts, dresses and designer heels.