The Forbidden Desire

Chapter 7

Bugatti pulled in his eyebrows and looked down at her. Bahja noticed the blood smeared on his shirt and took a few steps back. When he realized she was scared he slipped his shirt off and threw it to the side, exposing his tatted body to her, again. She swallowed hard as her eyes scanned his perfectly sculpted body. He was a god. "I-I need-"

"Nique can give you something-"

"Where's your room?" She asked him.

Zoey, who held Nique balanced on his dick looked over at Bugatti and smirked. "Oh no, Beez Finna tap da ass." he whistled.

Bahja gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep herself composed. She already felt bad enough for fucking her brother's enemy, she felt worst the she loved every minute of it. She looked over at Khalil knowing that he'll point her to the direction. Once he did, Bahja walked over to the room with Bugatti following behind her.

Nae lit a cigarette and walked over to huddle around Zoey and Zonnique, with Keke on her right and Delano on her left. "What's with them? She acts like she already knows him. And why hasn't he killed her yet?" Nae asked as she placed the cigarette back between her lips.

Keke shrugged and crossed her arms against her chest. "Shitt why you worried. Shit they would be cute together

"Bitch shut ur ass up. Beez and me gon be together. He just don't know it yet!" Nae said shoving Keke. "Ooooooo someone jealous." Zoey said laughing.

Bugatti grabbed Bahja's arm and spun her around. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked in a sharp tone of voice.

Bahja rolled her eyes and walked over to his dresser before opening drawers. "Well nigga....I can't keep wearing this and since you aren't letting me go anytime soon I have to settle for something comfortable," she told him. Bugatti watched as she grabbed his Chicago Bulls 33 Jersey and red gym shorts. She looked at him, "You gon turn around?"

Bugatti laughed and stared at her. "Are you serious? It's not like I haven't seen that sexy ass body of yours before," he replied licking his lips.

Bahja scoffed. "Yea bet that shit won't happen no more asshole and why the hell you tell me your name is Avery but they call you "Bugatti"," she spat. She knew she pushed his buttons.

"Cause it's just a name I want them to call me. Why did you tell me your name was beauty and its Bahja?" he said as he glared at her. "I ain't think I see you again so I just gave you my nickname plus you kept callin me beautiful that night. Nigga don't change the subject." she said.

Bugatti continued to glare at her and walked closer to her before backing her up against the wall. "I wasn't going to kill you. I'm just testing your brother. But if you want a heads up, I actually will see you dead soon," he sneered. His left palm was resting against the wall right above her right shoulder.

"That's a pussy move and you know it," she whispered. She couldn't help but notice how their lips were inches apart. It was a stupid thing to notice in a situation like this but Bugatti's pink lustfully lips looked so soft and kissable.

He chuckled at her remark before moving away from her. "You're lucky I fucked you and your a GODDESS in bed so I have some sympathy for you," he said as he moved towards the door.

"I don't need your fucking sympathy. A real man would face my brother themself instead of using others as bait," she snapped.

Bugatti stopped in his spot before turning around. He walked back over to Bahja before grabbing her waist and pulling her body towards him. His fingers fell to her black "Baddie" crop top. "Let me help you with that," he whispered in her ear.