Loving Him

One: First Meeting

It was the night of December 20, 2016. Dinah, Normani, Ally, and Lauren we're all going out to the club to celebrate the departure of a certain snake. They were all on cloud 9. And right now they had one goal in mind:

Get drunk.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks!" Lauren yelled over the music as they walked through the doors.

"Lauren you stupid bitch, you aren't legal yet. Ally, you go since you're the grandma of the group." Normani said.

"Ok" Ally said and skipped away towards the bar.

"Dinah are you ok? You haven't really been talking." Lauren asked, concerned. "Is this about Canola leaving?"

Dinah looked up from her phone.

"Wtf no I hated that Lil hoe. I'm completely fine I promise." Dinah forced a smile.

Lauren looked at her skeptically but didn't say anything more.

"HEY GUYS IM BACK. TIME TO GET FUCKED UP!" Ally announced, she had brought over 17 shots.

"Omygod why are you so dumb." Normani groaned, "You should have gotten an even number, there's four of us."

"I should go solo jfc" Normani thought to herself, but then reconsidered. "Nah, these untalented bitches need me in order to not look like a mess on stage"

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3 hours pass

Normani, Lauren, and Ally are all wasted. Both Normani and Lauren we're out on the dance floor getting bitches. Ally was passed out on one of the couches. They actually weren't sure if she was dead or not.

Dinah, on the other hand, sat at the bar, nursing her second drink. She couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling of longing and sadness. She didn't know why, it definitely wasn't because of the snake bitch that abandoned them.

All of a sudden she heard a voice, it was the sexiest thing to ever grace her ears.

She lifted her head.

She could make out a rich, vivid red from across the bar. The figure was wearing an expensive-looking tailored suit. She bit her lip. Businessmen turned her on.

The figure turned around suddenly. They locked eyes and Dinah felt like her body was set ablaze.

His face looked like it was sculpted from the gods. His hair was fire engine red and covered his entire toned body. As her eyes trailed lower she caught sight of his hands, or more specifically his fingers. They weren't very long, but fuck they were thick. She could think of several places she wanted those fingers right now.

Before she knew it, he was sauntering over to her, keeping eye contact the whole time.

"Hey" There was that voice again. It was the most erotic sound ever.

"H-hi.." Dinah mentally cursed herself for stuttering. She couldn't help it though, he was just so hot.

He exhaled and looked out into the sea of dancing people. Dinah did the same.

"Wanna fuck?"

Dinah was taken aback by his bluntness but nevertheless felt her panties dampen. She smirked. "My place or yours?"