Sariyah and Aloura have nothing in common, apart from the fact that their sleeping with the same man. When Sariyah finds herself becoming attached to an unemotionally connected Abel she finds that you can't fight for a heart that doesn't want to be...
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"Hey" I say as I put my phone on speaker as I proceed with my makeup
"You coming out tonight?" Abel speaks through my phone
"Sure am" I reply back perkily
"Coming home with me tonight"
I roll my eyes and smile slightly, "Where's she gonna be at?"
"Don't worry about that" he chuckles a bit, "So you down?"
"I guess" I smile
"See you tonight. And don't wear anything too revealing"
"Wow, giving me orders now? I didn't know you were my man"
"I am" he says sternly, "At Hawk's party you were playing, walking around in a bikini and shit, letting Dooly touch you"
"Oh my gosh. You are so possessive, last week I was too friendly with Nav the week before it was Lamar and now it's Dooly? Damn, looks like I have been passed around the squad"
Abel laughs on the other end of the line and his joy makes me smile. He makes me so happy
"Just, dress like you're going to church"
"Wow, might as well join a convent"
"See you later" he says with a chuckle before hanging up
I quickly finish my makeup and get dressed in a black body con dress and black heels before hopping in an Uber and arriving at the club
"Hey" I say to the crew
"Hey baby girl" Chanel smiles at me as I sit next to her and Hawk
I look to the left of her and Abel is sitting with that bitch, with his arm around her. How the fuck is he all up on her and expecting to me to come home with him? I roll my eyes and place my clutch next to Hawk
"I'm gonna go get a drink" I say before walking to the bar in the corner
"Is just me or is that bitch always moody" I hear that Aloura bitch say behind me. I'm really not in the mood for her drama right now so I just keep walking
I order some Hennesy and sit on the bar stool, grumpy. "Okay little mama what's the problem?" Chanel say as she sits on the bar stool next to me
"Nothing, I'm fine" I respond
"Come on Yaz, I'm like your sister and I know you like the back of my hand, right now you would have already told the DJ to crank up the music and be dancing on that nigga right there" she jokes. "And you look way too good right now to just standing over here looking all bored"
"Seriously Chanel, it's nothing, I just need a little more food and a lot more alcohol and I'm sure I'll be good" I say with a smile hoping that she will leave the situation alone
