𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

010.

' 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 '
death row records headquarters ━━
beverly hills, california !

I took a deep inhale and an even deeper exhale. My album release party was tonight and I was in the limousine, heading to the label. "I am so nervous, Pac. What if they don't like the album?" I frowned, my bottom lip poking out due to pouting.

"Mika, don't start doubting yourself. The album is phat, I know what I'm talking about. And if it'll make you feel any better, I'll be more than happy to give you a lil' quickie." He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning forward to tickle the side of my stomach.

The night that me and him made love was special, especially being that it was my first time. It wasn't quote on quote what you would call romantic but he did make me feel like the only girl in the world and that was just adequate for me.

He was gentle, yet subtle but he capped off the evening by practically having me climbing up the walls- it was literally sultry and steamy, like in the movies. Just the noetic conception of it was making me get all riled up.

When we both confessed our feelings to each other that night, I brought it up to him the next morning and he admitted that he meant every word that he said and it wasn't just the alcohol and weed talking.

He made it fairly clear to me that he wanted me to himself and that the love he had for me was beyond the unauthentic relationship we agreed to. Who would've thought that we would actually end up catching feelings?

Unlike whatever me and Kurupt had, Pac made it be known to me that I was his and he was mine. It was no 'friends with benefits' type of thing. As far as he was concerned, we were a real couple and of course I was on board with it. Every minute I spent with him, the harder I was falling in love.

"Oh, no. We can not do that. We're almost there!" I tried to crawl away from him as if there was some place for me to elude to but I was trapped. He grabbed a hold of the hem of my skirt as I attempted to kick him with one of my heels. I accidently hit his thigh, causing him to wince.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, baby.. I didn't mean to..." I quickly scooted over to him and before I knew it, he had a tight hold around me.

"Gotcha!" He let out a devious, aggressive chuckle, causing me to kick my feet in the air at my attempt to free myself.

"What's the password?" He pinned one of my legs against his stomach, my other leg hanging off of the seat. My panties were fully exposed, the skirt doing absolutely nothing to cover me up because of the position I was in. "What password? I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled and snickered all at once. I knew we were getting on the driver's nerves.

"That's too bad, If you guess the password I'll let you go!" I couldn't think straight at all, especially since he didn't give me any hints.

His fingers trailed down my inner thighs, instantly making goosebumps form upon every part of my flesh. "Paaaaac, that's my spot..." My eyes were nearly rolling at the back of my head, the contact between the two of us taking me on a journey.

He smirked at my actions before slowly sliding his fingers against my treasure. His index fingers began to rub my pearl in a swift motion through the fabric of my panties.