All Grown Up |Sequel To His Block|

|1.47|

"Anthony what the fuck are you doing!" Lamont practically snatched the girl off of him.

At the sound of his friend's voice, Anthony sobered up from the mixture of alcohol and cannabis. "My nigga you fucking bugging, you letting these hoes get a bit too comfortable." Lamont chastised as he took a seat next to him.

It was currently 2AM and they sat in the biggest VIP section in the club. Now with one less man, the section was occupied with Anthony, Ashton and Lamont who happened to bring a boat load of women. Anthony, the married one restrained himself from the temptations until he grew intoxicated. The fight with himself lasted for so long before he gave up when a beauty planted herself right on his lap.

He honestly wasn't paying attention to any of the sweet nothings she was whispering into his ear. He was simply trying to mask his fear and anger with alcohol, weed and a thrilling night.

She possessively wrapped her arms around him as she straddled her lap. She attempted to kiss his plump lips, but the advance was quickly denied when he turned his head the other way. His massive hands cupped her ass as her sweet scent invaded his nostrils. He had knocked down all of the stop signs that popped up in his mind whenever he pushed the envelope up until the last sign read 'Go'.

The dance who happened to go by Kitty subsided from the slight rejection of her attempt to get a kiss and inserted her energy elsewhere. Her lips placed a delicate kiss onto his neck before she slowly bit down leaving a passion mark right after. She was marking her territory for the night and planned to do it more than once, but was pried off of it.

"Who the fuck you calling a hoe!" Kitty jeered at Lamont.

Lamont averted his attention from his dazed friend onto the walking funeral that insisted that she wasn't what he addressed her as. "Bitch you! Clearly you see that fuckin' ring on my boy finger meanin' he got a wife." Lamont pointed to the wedding band that rested on Anthony's hand.

Kitty looked down at the ring as well before glaring up at Lamont. "Well she ain't here."

"Bitch is you really makin' excuses for you to be a hoe?" Lamont scrunched up his face. He never had intentions of arguing with the girl, but she was acting out of hand and on Jhenea's behalf, Lamont wanted to read the fuck outta her just like Jhenea would have done if she were here. "Pick yo' fuckin' titties up and get the fuck up outta here. And you ain't workin' no fuckin' pole at Nyne Syns no more, you fired."

Kitty's eyes widened, "Fired?! Says who?!" she pointed her finger in Lamont's face.

Lamont smacked her hand sways. "Bitch, me. You lucky you hearin' it from me and not from his wife."

Kitty opted against protested and instead, she turned around and walked out of the section.

Lamont was left to glare down at Anthony who blew some smoke out of his lips. "Get the fuck up." Lamont ordered swatting his hand against Anthony's head.

Anthony eyed him before standing up. He put his blunt out and downed one more drink. Lamont led him out of the club and got into the driver's seat of his car letting Anthony get into the passenger seat. "Ant how the fuck you gone explain this to Jhen, you got a big ass hickey on yo' neck. And you know yo' lady don't play that shit." Lamont seemed more stressed out than Anthony was, only because he had a natural high going on. Lamont didn't end up smoking nor drinking that night because he was keeping his eyes on Ashton and Anthony. Although he was doing a half ass job on Ashton's part since he left him in the club he was doing a good job with Anthony.

Anthony scrunched up his face in disbelief. "Hickey? Fuck you talkin' about?"

Lamont yanked the visor down causing the mirror to come into display. "Nigga that!" Lamont slapped the side of his neck.