"Y/N and Odell, over here!" the paparazzi shouted as Y/N and I posed together on the red carpet. I wore my custom made Gucci suit and my Gucci dress shoes. I'm fly. However, I must admit, Y/N looked damn good in her gown. Fuck "good", she looked outstanding and most of all sexy. She showed off her supple assets and those soft legs that I love to touch.
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I leaned down and whispered deeply in her ear,
"Baby girl, you look like a full snack right now." My hand glided down her back and squeezed her juicy booty in my palm.
"Odell. Cut it out." she said through gritted teeth. I could tell I was turning her on, just a little.
I felt on her ass one more time, causing her to gasp. I'm surprised the papz didn't catch on.
"Boy, I said stop."
"Or what?" I taunted with a chuckle. She looked at me like I was crazy.
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"Alright. I want that same energy when we get home." she smirked and continued to pose with me.
I laughed to myself and smiled at the flashing lights until we made it off of the carpet and inside the opera house.
Y/N P.O.V
Odell really thinks he's slick. He does this all the time. He thinks he can always be the dominant one because he's the man and mostly because of his ego. Little does he know that the stunt he pulled earlier is gonna get him into some trouble. Tonight, I'm gonna leave him dumbfounded. Why? Because I want to switch things up. Tonight, I'll be the dominatrix and he'll be my submissive. I'm high-key excited. For now, I'll play it cool.
As we sat in the theatre chairs, Selena Gomez walked on stage to introduce The Weeknd. He began singing his song "What You Need". He has a handsome voice and his lyrics began making me warm, similar to how I felt when Odell felt me up moments ago.
