BFF

Thats me

Dave – POV

Tia was on one. Straight trippin'. That little stubborn-ass girl wanted my attention, and I wasn't giving her any. I never told her to leave—I just stopped responding, let her feel the weight of me ignoring her. She hated that shit.

I stepped out of my office and scanned the club until I spotted her, posted at the bar, running her mouth to some clown-ass dude who clearly didn't know who she belonged to.

I made my way over there slow, on purpose.

"You single?" I heard him ask.

Before Tia could get a word out, I cut in.

"Nah. She not. That's me. Move along."

Tia turned toward me, laughing like she found the whole thing funny. Like I wasn't dead serious.

The dude gave me a once-over. "From the looks of it, she single."

I locked eyes with her. "You single?"

She didn't answer.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into me, tongue in her mouth, biting her lips as I kissed her. She moaned right into it, and I smacked her ass just because I can.

"I asked you a question," I said low against her lips. "Are you single?"

"N-No, Daddy..." she stuttered, breathless.

"Exactly what I thought." I glanced back at dude. "Gone about your business."

He raised his hands, backing off. "You got it."

"I know I do." I turned to Tia again. "Let's go. You done lost your damn mind tonight."

"You kill me," she snapped, walking ahead of me. "Swear you run shit."

I stepped up behind her, chest to her back. "I do."

She shook her head but didn't say anything else. I didn't even bother telling the crew we were leaving. She knew what it was.

Once in the car, she wouldn't let up.

"I hate how controlling you are."

"And I hate how immature you are."

"Fuck you, Dave. This was supposed to be my day."

I stayed silent, gripping the wheel. Let her talk.

"You messing my day up. I hate you."

My hand slid across the console to her thigh. She was drunk. Emotional. And I knew Tia drunk—she didn't act out for no reason. She wanted me to check her. Wanted to feel that I still cared, still wanted her, even when she was being a brat.

"You hate me, baby?"

"Dave, stop..." she moaned, trying to sound annoyed.

"You stop fighting me," I murmured, my fingers moving higher. "This what you want. That's why you always act outright."

"I don't be acting out."

We made it to my place, and I started undressing her the second we stepped inside.

"Take them heels off."

She obeyed without a word.

I got down on my knees, spreading her thighs, my tongue sliding down her already soaked slit. She arched her back and moaned, her hands reaching for the wall.

I sucked on her clit slow at first, then faster, no mercy. Her body trembled under me.

"Fuuuck, Dave... don't stop."