Roc …
The blurred images of the club droned around me, the clearness of my being no longer evident. Though, I could make out multiple empty shot glass and one half empty bottle of Ciroc strewn across the counter. The music pulsed in my ears and the silhouettes of dancing bodies decorated the strobe-lit dance floor.
I reached for the bottle of Ciroc and messily poured myself another glass full. I’d been drinking most of the day, the alcohol’s soothing effects shaking away the cautions of my inebriated state.
Just as the last drop hit my tongue, a curvaceous outline came sashaying my way. Even from a distance, I could tell the woman wearing the dark, fitted dress was fine. I tried my best to gather myself to look presentable in my drunken state.
"You might wanna slow down on all those drinks, Chres …" How’d this broad know my nickname? Only when she neared, I realized it was Y/N.
Heels and all, she strutted up to me and took the stool beside me. “It’s been a long week, Y/N,” I explained, and asked the bartender for another shot. “Ha, not as long as mine,” she replied. “I’ll be taking that,” she said, and stole the shot that was about to slide down my throat, and drank it herself.
"Let’s go to the back," she suggested, standing up. "It’s kinda loud out here."
I let her lead the way to one of the back rooms. I couldn’t help but stare at her backside as she swayed us to the rear of the night club. Only a handful of bodies occupied the area, and she maneuvered us past them and to a scarlet couch pushed against the wall.
I plopped down onto its cushions as she sat down daintily beside me. “So when are we gonna get out of this place, baby?” she asked as if we were still together. Even in my liquefied state, I knew she was just talkin’ nonsense. We’d broken up weeks ago, and I’m not gonna lie, I really wanted to lose myself between her legs, but I knew she wanted to put our relationship back the way it used to be. It was too late for all that.
"I don’t know … when I feel like it I guess," I slurred, staring at her pair of eyes, which occasionally turned to four as my vision blurred. She was quiet for a moment, and I wondered what she was thinking about.
Suddenly, she slid close to me and placed her hand on my thigh. An unwanted sense of heat rushed through me at her touch, and I could feel myself harden. “How come we broke up?” she interrogated quietly, running her fingers along my pants. I just shrugged.
"I know you still want me," she whispered seductively, her body inching closer to mine. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by her allurance. Ninety percent of the reason I decided to date her was because she was hella sexy. Her personality didn’t bother me much at first, but I realized towards the end that should’ve been the first on the list.
"Yeah, I still do want your body," I answered truthfully, purposely noting that I didn’t want all of her. “I’d still like to kiss you like I used to,” I stated, placing a hand on her neck to bring her close. My lips felt along her jawline. I heard her sigh of pleasure.
"I’d still like to make love to you like I used to," I told her slowly, tracing my tongue against her neck. "Tell me more," she demanded breathily, running a hand through my hair.
"And remember all those times we would get high?"
I heard her giggle.
"And remember how I used to make you …" I let my hand do the talking. It felt along under her dress, my fingers teasing her womanhood. "Yeah … I remember," she moaned breathily.
My hand retreated from under her attire, up her body, and back to the nape of her neck. I pulled her close as if to embrace her, but I stopped her from wrapping her arms around me with my words.
"But even with all that, I know you starin’ at that nigga over there, contemplatin’ how … you ‘gon try and get his number and meet up with him somewhere. I’m not as slow as you think Y/N," I growled in her ear.
"So yeah, we can go to your place, but when you wake up, and I’m not there, don’t be blowin’ up my phone … and askin’ me ‘What did I do?’”, because you know its the same reason why we broke up in the first place, ‘cause you don’t know how to keep them pretty little legs closed.”
Y/N was frozen in her place. I chuckled at her shock. “And don’t eventhink that we can be friends after this, after all you’ve done … ‘cause trust me, I’d rather just be your enemy.”
And with that, I rose from my spot on the couch, Y/N’s mouth agape as she drowned in my cruel words. I smirked, and left her with her befuddlement.
"So, did you tell her off?" Ray asked as we climbed into his car. Surprisingly, he hadn’t had anything to drink tonight.
I laughed. ” I sho’nuff did.”
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