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...
a/n : lol i fucked up all of y'alls shit in this chapter
Aloura's POV:
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"Happy birthday man." Abel says before hugging Brooklyn.
It's Brooklyn's birthday and he chose to have a party in a strip club, because it's an oh so awesome way to commemorate turning thirty one.
"Thanks fam." Brooklyn replies happily.
"Happy birthday B." I tell his once him and Abel pull away from their hug.
"Thanks A." He smiles back at me.
Brooklyn is one of the few boys I get on with in the crew. Me and most of the rest of then just don't seem to click.
After a quick conversation with Brooklyn and the rest of the boys me and Abel go to sit at the biggest table together. Abel orders his Grey Goose and I order my Barcadi happily.
"I fucking love that dress on you." Abel says to me.
I smile and grin up at him, "Oh, and why do you love it?"
"Your ass looks fat as fuck." He says before sipping from his cup casually.
"Well this is ass is going to be on your dick tonight if you behave." I say before placing my hand on his crotch and laying a peck on his neck.
Abel smiles at me before wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we start talking about some random irrelevant shit that does not benefit us at all.
After a little while Chanel and Sariyah walk in with Hawk and then they all start making their usual commotion.
A girl can't even have a peaceful night in a strip club anymore.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROOKY!" Sariyah shouts before almost jumping on him, "I can't believe you're thirty one!"
"Aw, thanks YahYah." He laughs as he hugs her back.
I honestly don't understand how all the boys like her, she's such a irritant in my opinion. She's loud, obnoxious, overly friendly and just boisterous overall.
"My baby is getting so old, I'm going to have to start changing your diapers soon." She jokes as she taps his cheek with her palm, looking him right in his eye.
Although sometimes the jokes she makes can be slightly funny she's annoying. Our personalities don't match or mesh in any shape or form. We're like black and white. Our only common denominator is that we have the same friends, and they don't even like me so they're actually not my friends.
The whole crew starts laughing at her joke and I roll my eyes as I take a look at her dress. That shit is like the size of a table cloth, it's literally covering nothing.
"Sariyah, you're so dramatic." Brooklyn rolls his eyes and unravels himself from her hug.
"Seriously though. This day also marks the fifth year of us knowing each other. So happy meet-a-versary." She grins at him.
