Love Games: A Tyga Fanfic

Chapter 3

Delaine

            I was having fun until that run in with Jordan. But, he won’t stop my vibe. I will continue to dance with my girl and, have fun.

            We started to dance but, Chris wanted to dance with her. So, I gave her up and, went to sit down when some random guy comes up to me and starts to make conversation.

            “Hey, what’s up?” He asked.

            “Hi.” I answered.

            He was this tall skinny, dark skinned guy. He was tatted from his neck down to his fingers.

            “My name’s YG.” He said extending his arm towards me.

            “I’m Delaine.” Taking his hand a shaking it and smiling,.

            “You friends with Tyga?” He aksed.

            “Who?”

            “ Tyga. He’s the one throwing this party. This is his house.”

            “Ohhh. I didn’t know who’s party this was. I was just dragged here by my friend and her boyfriend.”

            “Oh. I saw you getting down on the floor earlier. You know how to move.”

            I looked down at my fingers as I blushed. “Thanks.”

            “Tyga saw you too. He watches down on the party from up there.” He pointed up to the secluded area upstairs.

            “So, he’s into that voyeur shit? Watching people pretty much have sex on his dance floor.”

            “Naw, naw, naw. This is his house and he has to make sure everything’s going smoothly. You feel me?”

            “Yeah. I guess.” I said flashing my dimple.

            “So, is this “Tyga” going to come down and make an appearance and his own party?” I asked putting air quotes around Tyga’s name.

            “Actually no. But, he wants to see if you would come up to the room.”

            “How do I know something bad won’t happen to me, YG?”

            “Well, you can bring your girl and her man.”

            “Fine. I’ll go get them.”

            I was surprised at how easily YG convinced me about taking me to go see this Tyga guy. I mean, I didn’t know YG and Tyga won’t even come out of his lair to greet his guests.

            I walked over to where Alicia and Chris were dancing and damn, it took me a good minute to realize that they weren’t fucking. Her dress was hiked up pretty high and he was thrusting into her pretty hard. Could’ve fooled me.

            I tapped on Chris’ shoulder. He stopped grinding on Alicia and they both turned toward me.

            “Wassup shawty? You wanna dance?” By the way he was using colloquial language that he’s been drinking.

            “No thank you. But, Chris umm, do you know a guy named Tyga?”

            “Yeah, that’s my homie. He’s the one throwing this party.”