The Forbidden Desire

Chapter 3

***INTRODUCING BAHJA AUGUST**** Bahja tugged on the hem of her light pink dress. It had a very low cut in the front, making her chest look pleasant in them. Her hair was let out in her regular curls. She was being pushed around the bodies of people in the nightclub she was at. Earlier in the night she spotted Ray who made her night shitty with his stupid "looking out for his best friend's sister" job. But now that she relocated to a new club she hoped she wouldn't have to see anyone. Bahja August was not your average brown skin beauty. She has black hair with pink highlights, C cup breast, thick in all the right places, beauitful brown eyes, just beautiful woman. And to top it off she just turned 20. She did a stay at home job that required her to pick up a few calls for a lot of money. But on days when she didn't have to work she took the time to spend it at clubs, beach, and people's parties. She was definitely a party girl. But don't let it fool you. She hardly ever hooked up with people at parties. It wasn't her thing to hook up with someone. She was more into love. Falling in love and being loyal to that one man. Her brother Chresanto was a big pain in the ass. Although she was old enough to look after herself, he still had an eye on her. He often scared half the guys she dated.

Bahja immediately collided into something rock hard. She grabbed her head and looked up to find that it was a chest she bumped herself into.

"Damn he sexii ass hell" she thought to herself

Bugatti glared at the person, before he realized it was a female. Not just any female. One of his liking. He bit his lower lip as he started to check the beautiful girl out. She was more than sexy, if that was even possible. He's never seen such a beauty before. Or one that was this perfect. "Damn" he thought.

Bahja felt nervous. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I was pushed into you by-" she looked around her before facing Bugatti, "by some asshole." Beez chuckled at the way the word rolled out of her tongue. She was a beauty with a dirty mouth. It made him desire her even more. Bahja pouted, "What's so funny?" She asked him. He shook his head, his face changing back to his serious look. Bahja chewed on her lower lip and stared at the man. He was handsome no he was sexy, no he was a GOD. He wore a Chicago Bulls #33 Jersey showing off his tatted arms. Bahja felt herself getting wet. If there is one thing she can't resist and that was a sexy nigga with sum sexy tattoos. He had a look to his face that screamed "badass" and she liked every bit of that rush. Immediately she asked him something she knew took her by surprise. "Wanna get a drink?"

Bugatti smirked and lowered his gaze to meet the eyes of this brown eyed beauty. He liked how bold she was. He nodded and noticed how her face brightened. She quickly walked over to the bar with him behind her. She ordered for two drinks before facing him. He was already seated on a bar stool. "I'm new to this club. I'm just hoping it can live up to my expectations," she blabbed to him.

Beez raised an eyebrow and eyed her. "And what expectation is that?" He questioned.

"That it consists of fine ass niggas," she said. "So far it's A1," she added giving a thumbs up. Was she flirting with this stranger? HELL TO THE MOTHERFUCKING YEA. His goddamn attractive looks just made her say whatever. "I mean-"

"It's okay. I got it," he sent a wink in her direction. Bahja blushed deeply and was grateful for the drinks that came their way. She quickly grabbed hers and drank most of it down before Bugatti grabbed her elbow. "You might want to slow down there." He told her. Frankly, he had no idea why he was spending time with this girl. He usually just chilled with whomever than fuck em than come back looking for another hoe, but this girl caught his full attention.

Bahja closed her eyes as she let the alcohol burn down her throat. "I'm normally not like this," she said before opening her eyes and staring right at him. Bugatti nodded and chugged down his own drink. For some reason both of them fell silent as they stared at each other. Bugatti got off the bar stool and grabbed his wallet before paying for both their drinks. "I could've paid..." Bahja trailed off.

"Don't worry beautiful, it's on me," he whispered. Bahja's mouth slightly opened and Bugatti immediately smirked before taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around her slim waist. "You think I'm beautiful?" she asked blushing. "Yea baby girl, how old are you?" "20" she said. "God Damn, so do you wanna dance?" He asked. She shook her head no. "Actually I have something else in mind." She smiles as she grabs his hand and tells him to sit in a chair. To their luck, Nicki Minaj "Anaconda" starting playing. Bahja started twerking slowly for bugatti. As the song picked up speed she began twerkin on his dick. Moving her hips and ass all around his dick. As Bahja was twerkin on him, Bugatti was completely turned on. She started bouncing on his dick. He put his hands on her hips and made her bounce at his on pace as "Jr." Began to get excited. If you was looking at them you would think they are having sex with clothes on. She turned around and began kissing on his neck. He groaned as he placed his hands on her ass. She moved her pink lips to his ear before whispering, "Let's take this party somewhere more......private."

Bugatti opened the door of his place as he hungrily kissed Bahja who had her legs wrapped around his waist. He closed the door behind them and began to walk to his room without breaking the intensity of the kiss they shared. Once he plopped her down on his bed he immediately tore her jacket from her back, leaving Bahja breathless. She couldn't even breathe before he got on top of her. Bahja allowed him to kiss her neck as she turned it to look over at a picture on his bedside table. Her eyes immediately squinted and grabbed his shoulders to stop him from going any further.

"Awwww...He looks just like you," she whispered. Bugatti pulled in his eyebrows and followed her eyes to the picture of him and his brother. He quickly reached over and placed the photo down before facing her.

"He's dead," Bugatti quickly stated. Bahja's eyes went wide and she regretted bringing it up. This man was a complete stranger to her but yet she could hear the pain behind his words.

She swallowed hard and stared up at him. "You know you can say he's dead but if you love him so much, he's actually alive right here," she whispered as she placed her hand on his chest where his heart lies.

Bugatti's mouth slightly opened. Was this girl sent from heaven? His thoughts were interrupted when Bahja placed her mouth back onto his, which reminded him to keep his head straight. He quickly found the zipper of her dress before pulling it down. Bahja helped herself out of it as Bugatti took off his jersey and then his jeans. She couldn't help but stare at his perfectly chiseled tattooed chest. Bugatti began to unhook Bahja's bra. "My name is Avery, whats yours?" He asked.

Bahja smirked and shook her head. "For you, its beauty, Now fuck the shit outta me," she breathed against his mouth as he tore her bra away from her.