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(56) Moam

 ♡ MONA

Montell is getting on my nerves and thankfully he notices. I wear what I want and I don't give a damn about his opinion on my dress. He told Ama she looked sexy and her dress is a whole lot shorter. He pulls at the hem of my silver sequin dress. Okay, time to pull out my special trick.

I look up at him with my puppy-dog eyes and ask: "You don't think I look sexy in this? You like Ama better?" Ah, I can see in his eyes that that worked.

"No no, Mona. No babe, you look sexy as fuck in it. Too sexy."

He grabs my wrist and moves my hand to his crotch. Oh, sweet baby Jesus. He's hard as a rock. He moans uncomfortably and I rub him through his pants. He bends down to help me reach his lips and we kiss each other passionately. Oh, those plump lips of his make me lose my mind every time. His hands slide to my thighs and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he walks me over to a barstool and sits me down on it.

He kisses my lips, cheek, jaw, and neck. Oh, those neck kisses. It's official, I'm wet. And he knows it, my dark chocolate, devilish man. He looks into my eyes with a sexy grin on his face. He squeezes my booty, before saying: "I have to go, babe. I'm needed outside. Have fun in that sexy dress."

I cross my legs uncomfortably and watch Montell greet Donté on his way out. 

Donté is carrying boxes and is about to pass me when he stops in his tracks. He smiles at me and asks: "Are you alone tonight?"

I see Ama come up in the distance, but his back is turned to her. So I decide to have some fun.

"No, I came here with Montell."

He looks disappointed for a nanosecond but recovers fast. "Of course. Have fun tonight, sexy lady."

He is about to walk away when Ama walks up, saying: "Bestie! Are you flirting with guys other than Montell? I'm telling him!"

I look at Donté and see the muscles in his jaw contract and his arms tighten around the box he's carrying. Oh yes, I think I see it. He is not unaffected by Ama. 

He puts the box on the barstool next to me and turns around to look at her. And that's when I know for sure. His eyes go wide and I can feel the heat coming from his gaze when he looks her over from head to toe.

Ama stares up at him and blushes. She clears her throat, "Hi, Donté."

Donté smiles at her, "Good evening, goddess. You look amazing in that dress."

She blushes a deeper red and whispers a thank you.

He grabs the box again and says: "I have to get back to setting up. But you know where to get your drinks when you get thirsty." He winks and walks off.

Ama grabs a hold of the bar and puts a hand on her chest. I chuckle and she says: "Seriously, feel my heartbeat. I'm dying."

I touch her neck to feel her pulse and she's right, her heart is racing. I try to calm her down by asking about her talk with the big boss.

She radiates when she talks about her new job that starts tomorrow as I look at one of the cocktail waitresses walking around. Oh Jesus, she is going to look so hot in that outfit. They are going to love her.

She tells me about being paired up with the senior bartender and I'm about to tell her that's Donté but where's the fun in that? Let her find that out on her own.

Tonight is about having fun and letting go. And trying to get her laid. I chuckle and tell her to order me a peach bellini. She walks over to the section where Donté is and I smile.