His Slave (BWWM) *MATURE CONTENT*

12. Just One Dance

12. Just One Dance
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Soundtrack for this chapter:

Gyptian - Wine Non-stop

Ed Sheeran - Kiss Me

Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud

Partynextdoor - Break From Toronto (extended version)

The reception was good so far. The food had already been served and I was stuffing my face as we spoke.

The lights are lowered a bit and the DJ surprisingly wasn't ass. There were already people on the dance floor and I was grateful that this was an adult only wedding because the things that were taking place were too vulgar for the eyes of the innocent.

"We should go dance when we're done eating." I said to Asher and Atari. Jonah and Pauliana were currently one of the couples' on the dance floor basically making a porno with their clothes on.

The girls nodded as we continued to eat the delicious food. I took my last sip of sparkling apple cider before getting up.

And I know what you're thinking. Apple cider? And no, it's sparkling. Besides that, you guys know how I feel about drinking, never again.

Besides my girls were more than happy to have my champagne.

We made our way to the dance floor just in time for...

Gyptian's Non-stop?

I looked up at the DJ's booth and he had a huge Jamaican flag plastered on his laptop. I guess he noticed me staring and before I could turn away, he winked at me.

I quickly turned my attention back to Asher and Atari so we could dance. Atari was African, which I later on found out, so she knew this song. Asher on the other hand just looked at us confused.

"Asher, you've got a big butt, use it." I yelled over the music as me and Atari's hips hit every beat.

Don't try to play my white girl, she could dance, okay! And once she finally got the rhythm of the song, we were all getting stares from a lot of the guys here. Eventually some of the guys that were watching were brave enough to approach us and asked to dance. Atari and I weren't with it. My reason being I didn't want Lorenzo telling his guards to give more people "the special"; and Atari's reason being she was pro-black. She was a melanin only type of girl so she kindly rejected the the attractive vanilla men that wanted a piece of that African booty. But Asher? My girl was throwing it back and surprisingly the guy behind her could handle it.

Atari and I continued dancing amongst ourselves when I felt a presence behind me grinding on my backside. And guessing by Atari's face it wasn't anyone we knew. I tried moving away but the stranger's arm found their way around my waist. I looked down to see caramel hands that I knew too well. I turned around to face Anthony and gasped. Poor baby didn't look so good.

"Anthony, what happened?" I said quietly as I examined a huge a bandage covering his cheek and stitches above his perfect thick eyebrow.

"Hi baby giiirrrlll." He slurred a bit.

"Oh gosh. Let's go sit you down."
I said while trying to move him towards a table but he just stopped me and moved us back the dance floor.

"Nooooooo. I just wanna dance with you baby girl."

I just rolled my eyes but nodded nonetheless. A slow song I recognized as 'Kiss Me' was beginning to play so I wrapped my arms around his neck while his arms immediately tightened around my waist and he held me closer.