Craved (Book 2)

-8-

Update: 11/23/19

WARNING: this chapter contains ( **** ) sexual content. ( **** )

Chapter Eight

Zamaria

It had been a long night at Back Shots and Zamaria was tired. She's been thrown up on, trampled, and almost beat up one of the dancers. She had just stepped from the showers with a towel wrapped around her body, preparing to get redressed and finish out the night when she found a slick black envelope sitting on her vanity. She looked around the room, but no one seemed to be paying her any attention.

She picked up the card tracing her fingers over the smooth silver letters Red, was all it said. Flipping it over she read the rest raising her eyebrow wondering who exactly sent it to her.

'You are invited to the soft opening of Wolf Pack'

It only had the time and address with a dress code at the bottom. She was always looking for new places to scope out hookups, why not try here. She was sure she'd find someone to fill her nights. She was curious as to who sent it and why did she need an invite to even get in.

The event was supposed to happen in two days, luckily, she was off and could go shopping for something to wear tomorrow. She placed the card back on her vanity and got back to work. She only had a few hours before she could leave.

Ever since Greyson and Brandon showed up her nights haven't been very fulfilling, to say the least. No one has been able to capture her eye and quite frankly she wasn't too sure the excitement would be the same after she had a taste of Greyson.

Zamaria had walked through the different shops at the mall trying to find an outfit to wear to the opening. The only thing her closest consisted of was skimpy outfits and sweat pants. She needed something sexy but classy. When the mall didn't work, she found herself at one of the boutiques near her apartment.

Shopping wasn't a huge thing or Zamaria. She never did it for fun, only when she really needed something, like now. Her frustrations were on thin ice as nothing captured her eye. Taking a deep breath she searched through the last rack of dresses in the far back corner.

She almost missed it if her hands hadn't touched the material. It was an elegant black dress that swept the floor. She could see the split was about midthigh. Once she tried it on, Zamaria found the fabric was soft to the touch and accentuated her curves even more. This was definitely going to turn heads, and hopefully lure them to her bed. It was perfect.

The invitation said to be at the place by 2 p.m. When she showed up at 1:50 the line had almost stretched the length of the block and she could spot a lot of high rollers waiting with arm candies. She was pretty positive they were paid escorts or just plain woman being paid period just to stand there and look pretty. Many she could see had invitations just like hers and others—mostly females—were hoping to get in with their skin-tight dresses.

It wasn't until she fully examined the neighborhood she had realized where she was. Only a few feet behind her was where she ran into Greyson and feared for her life. She couldn't help but laugh to herself at the memory. She then heard a few girls behind her whispering about some guy walking up the street that looked "pornstar worthy" as they so eloquently put it.

Before she could turn and get a good look at who they were talking about, the man she had been thinking of moments ago appeared beside her. His dreads had been pulled back into a ponytail and she could tell he had just had them re-twisted.

With a freshly trimmed face, he looked damn sexy, even better than the last time she had seen him. Decked out in nice clothing and an air of self-confidence about him was drawing every woman's attention.