Money Makin' (Completed)

30.

Mya, Zuria, Retta in the MM.

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Zuria
Midnight

"Girl, I'm so sick of that so called manager bitch Kiara. My ass might get fired the next time I gotta go in because that bitch starts." Retta went on and on after I told her about Kiara asking me about her whereabouts.

"The girl really does do too much." Mya went onto say as she gulped down her cup while I sat there babysitting my drink. I was in no mood to drink no more.

I was still hot about what happened back at the club before closing. Mitch kept texting me to apologize and that he was going to fire the girl but I wasn't trying to hear that, I needed to see some action.

"She was all up in Z's face, I couldn't even get a word in without the bitch coming over to tell her to do something." She went on and I nodded slowly, not even caring to talk about this girl no more.

I was tired of discussing her.

"But anyways, what happened with you and Jay today and last night?" I asked Retta, considering that was why she called out today.

"Bitch.." She trailed off with a smile.

"Here we go." Mya spoke in amusement as I smiled, waiting for the crazy shit I knew was about to come out of Retta's mouth.

"First of all, his dick is big as shit." She went onto say as both Mya and I turned our faces up

"Ew, please. Not Jay." Mya shook her head as we laughed.

"Oh shut the fuck up. You bitches do the same thing like somebody wants to hear you talk about that little boy you're always talking about and Z with Mitch's ass." She teased, making me shrug with a smile.

"But forreal, I be about to die trying to ride his shit."

"It's like a bitch be feeling pain and pleasure. I don't know if I want to run from it or if I want to take it." She went on, making us laugh hard. I could honestly feel her on that one because it was definitely the truth.

"No, that's true." I admitted to her. I was the same exact way with Mitch.

"So what, are y'all together?" Mya went on to ask her and Retta turned her nose up.

"Girl, hell no." She spoke with certainty and I couldn't help but to smile pettily, sipping on my drink.

"I have too many niggas to be tryna be with just one." She scoffed.

"Oop." Mya and I said at the same time as we looked at each other in amusement.

"I'm serious. I can't be cuffing these niggas, I just want the dick."

"You got that, bitch. My nigga would kill my ass." Mya went onto say and I didn't even have to say nothing to that one. They both knew what it was with me.

"I feel you though girl, you really can't trust these niggas until you feel you can trust these niggas." Mya encouraged her.

"Exactly!"

"And I don't feel like I can trust these niggas so until then, it's just going to be fuck these niggas. I want the dick." She said.

"Period." We all spoke in sync, bursting out into a fit of laughter afterwards.

Breaking me away from the topic, my phone buzzed in my lap.

"Bitch, I'm drunk as shit, talking all this shit. Let me make sure I didn't butt dial one of these niggas." She went onto say, looking down at her phone as I did the same, seeing that it was Mitch texting me.

Can we finish what we started? He asked and I couldn't help but to roll my eyes at the message, knowing I was going to give in sooner or later.

I wanted to finish badly and this alcohol wasn't making it any better.

Fire that bitch. Was all I texted back before locking my phone and throwing it into my lap.

"Oh shit.." Retta dragged, making everybody look up as I sipped on my drink.

"What?" We asked her curiously.

"I forgot I scheduled a dick appointment." She said as if it was a doctor's appointment or something.

"Oh my god." I chuckled, shaking my head. I had to admit, I was a little jealous but it was funny as hell to hear.

"Look I don't know if y'all want to stay or..?"

"Oh, he's coming here?" I asked her as she nodded, grabbing her glass and gulping down some more alcohol, trying to get herself drunker.

"Yup and he'll be here in five minutes." She went onto say.

"Chile.." Mya stood to her feet as I shook my head, wondering what the hell I was going to do. I did not want to be here while she was getting her back blown out in the room across from mine.

That was not happening.

Feeling my phone buzz in my lap again, I looked down at it seeing that Mitch texted me back.

I'm coming to get you. Was all he said and of course now I didn't protest.

Putting my eyes to the sky, I couldn't help to smile as I stood to my feet as well.

"Come on, Mya."

*

10 minutes later

"What's up, ma?" Mitch said to me as I got into the car and he quickly pulled away from Retta's apartment building.

"Hey." I spoke softly, pulling my seatbelt on as I sat down on his cooled seats, pulling my dress down a bit.

"So you still mad at me?" He asked, speeding down the street and I nodded slowly, taking my bottom lip in between my teeth as his cologne filled my nostrils.

I was feeling a little buzzed from the drinks as I sat here just trying my hardest not to look at him in lust but I couldn't lie, he was looking so good right now.

Especially with his little glasses on.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, licking his lips followed by a smirk.

"Hm." I closed my legs tight, slightly flipping my hair over my shoulder.

Despite what happened earlier, right now I just wanted to jump all over him. He wasn't even really doing anything but his presence as a whole was turning me on.

Watching he drove with one hand and grabbed my thigh with the other, I was trying my hardest to wait until we got to his house but I could feel myself about to lose it.

"Okay. Just pull over, Mitch." I moaned out in distress, not wanting to wait any longer.

"Whatchu say?" He smirked as he pull up to a red light.

"I said pull over." I whined as he licked his lips, taking the bottom one in between his teeth.

"What I'm pullin' over for?" He asked as if he didn't know and I took my seatbelt off, not playing with him anymore.

"Aight. Aight." He chuckled deeply.

Wasting no more time, he went through the red light and pulled over into an empty parking lot.

"69?" I asked breathing heavily, pulling my dress up and he nodded in agreement.

"Aight, get in the backseat."

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