Don't Get Caught Up! 3

Chpt 11

Chapter 11: Rayne

“Damn, I just want to strip you out of that dress.” Echo licked his chapped ass lips. I rolled my eyes mentally but smiled seductively. “Maybe later on you can come unwrap this present.” This job is absolutely sickening. Echo isn’t even cute. Ugh! I want him dead so I can leave. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?” Ace said licking his lips at me. That time I actually rolled my eyes. “This is Rayne. Rayne, this is my nigga Ace.” I shook his hand and Ace kissed it. “Pleasure meeting you.” Ace said. “No, the pleasure is all mines.” I said. “So tell me what you’re trying to get into tonight?”

“Anything that daddy says.” I kissed Echo on the lips for effect. I almost gagged in his mouth; his lip cut the fuck outta me. “How about you, me, Echo, and a couple of my niggas leave outta here?” Ace said. I looked over across to find King. He was sitting in a booth with some bitch on his lap. My face was heated. All this bullshit about Nasir was a complete lie! He just didn’t want me! He can have some broad on his lap, but he can’t have me? She was kissing all on his neck and he seemed to enjoy it. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the tears land on my leg. I guess he felt my heated gaze because he turned right at me. We stared at each other for a split second, but I turned my head. “Sure, let’s go.” Echo grabbed me by my waist as I and his entourage walked out of the club. My head was spinning a little bit. I don’t know if it’s from the liquor or my feelings. I was just a hot mess. “Wait.” I pushed away from Echo. “What’s wrong? Let’s go boo.” Echo grabbed my hand. “I can’t. Stop, let me go.” My head was starting to hurt badly. What is wrong with me? “The drugs are starting to work.” I heard Ace say. Drugs? Shit, I need to walk away. Fast. “Grab her.” I felt a pair of arms on me and I started to scream. “Ace!”

A sudden gunshot went off and everything went black.

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I woke up with the hugest headache out of this world. Where the hell am I? I looked around and realized I was back at the hotel. What happened? I looked the nightstand and the clock read 6:00. What it’s the next morning? I swear I thought I was just at the club. “Rayne?” King came from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Wow, what a nice way to wake up. I rolled my eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked. I got out of the bed. “I’m fine.” I said realizing that I had a robe on, “You changed my clothes?”

“I know you didn’t want to stay in the same clothes.” King smirked. “What happened last night? I was with Echo and Ace.”

“They’re dead.” King said. “What?”

“They’re dead.”  King repeated. I nodded my head, “Great. Now you can leave and go back to your family. Or that bitch from last night.” I chuckled and rolled my eyes again. “What the fuck that’s supposed to mean?” King said getting in front of me. “Move out of my way!” I said trying to push him aside. “No fuck that. Say what you have to say.” King said. “You know it’s amazing how every time I come on to you, you throw your family in my face but when a bitch wants you, you forget all about them. I saw you at the club last night; she was all over you!” I threw my hands up, “I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself to you.”

“I didn’t say shit when Echo was all over you!”

“There’s a fucking difference! I’m working King! I didn’t ask to be with him, okay! You already know who I wanted to be with! You! Only you! I can give two flying fucks about Echo.” I walked away from King and grabbed my suitcase from out of the hotel closet. “Where the fuck are you going?” King questioned me. “Away from you! You did your job and I did mines. Give me my money and I can be on my merry little way.” I stuck my hand out in front of King. “I aint giving you shit.” King mumbled. “Excuse me? I did what I had to do. I fucked a dirty ass nigga for you! Because you needed me! Give me my motherfucking money!” I screamed at him. “Lower your fucking tone!” King screamed at me, “You complaining because I aint give you any dick?”

“Fuck you and your dick! I’m sick of you. I’m not about to stay here and let you-” King grabbed me and threw me on the bed. “You want some fucking dick huh?” King ripped my robe off and cupped my breasts. He took my bra and panties off. He took his towel off and opened my entrance with his fingers. “You wanted this dick huh? Take it.” He slammed inside of me and I gasped for air. It took me a while to get use to his length but before I can, he started moving and stroking my insides. “This is what you wanted right?” King grunted as he pulled out and slammed into me again. No words came out of my mouth; it was impossible to form anything but moans and groans. After a few more strokes, King pulled out and cummed all over my back and I climaxed. He picked up his towel and threw it on me. “Clean yourself up.” I swear to God I hate King with all of my heart. He’s using me for his own personal gain, so I feel I should use him, too. King walked out of the hotel room and a minute. I took advantage of the opportunity. I grabbed money from out of King’s duffle bag and stuffed it in my purse. After I took a shower, I got dressed, packed my suitcase, and left out of the hotel, disappearing out of Kindell Washington’s life forever.