Craved (Book 2)

-20-

Update: 08/09/20

Chapter Twenty

Greyson

"HAPPY MOTHA FUCKIN BIRTHDAY TO THE BIG MAN ON TOP!" The deejay yelled into the mic. Greyson sat back in the Blue Section of his night club with a room full of half-naked women and a few of his men. He finished off his fourth drink as one of the girls sat on his lap grinding to the beat of the music.

Greyson pulled his phone from his pocket and found no missed calls or text messages. He didn't want to blow her up and show just how desperate he was to see her again. He and Red staid in contact with each other after the funeral. Small texts here and there, the basic friendship conversations. He didn't press her on the deeper issues and she didn't offer any answers.

Just because they had a past, they were still strangers to one another. They lived different lives for over a decade. Gone was the innocent girl he knew, now she was a woman of many mysteries. He wanted nothing more than to get to know the woman under the red cloak.

He opened their text thread and found a smile creeping up on his face as his eyes fell upon the picture, she had sent him earlier that day. She wore a red teddy with black fishnet stockings on. She was seated at her vanity in a seductive pose. Underneath the picture held the words, 'Happy Birthday Reaper'. With a winking face.

He was surprised she had remembered when he knew he hadn't mentioned it to her. He had sent her a quick 'thank you' text and told her about the party he was throwing at his club for himself. He had given the bouncers her name so there wouldn't be any issues.

Yet, here he was an hour and a half into the party and still no reply. She had told him she had the week off, so he figured she'd be free. He didn't want to think about her possibly being stuck with Diggy for the night.

Greyson put his phone down and tried to clear his mind. He allowed the feelings of alcohol to take over and enjoyed the moment. His blood pumped through his body with every beat of the bass. His eyes scanned over the women dancing and entertaining the guys, but nothing caught his eye.

"Awe shit we got bottles going up!" The deejay yelled excitedly. "We 'bout to fuck shit up now!"

Greyson sat back and waited as the line of bottle girls came up the steps and made their way to his section. It was customary for some of the bottle girls to lead a train to whoever booked a party. One girl in front would hold sparklers as one or two followed with bottles, then another with more sparklers closing rank.

Leading this train with two sparklers in each hand, was Red dressed in this tightly fitted black dress, with a split up the side that stopped just below her waistline. It left little to the imagination on whether she was wearing underwear or not. She wore her infamous red bottom heels that he just loved seeing her in. He also noticed she had dyed her hair a deep red and wore it straight down her back.

She wore a big smile on her face as her and the girls circled the room with the sparklers until they went out. Greyson had his eyes locked on Red, never letting her out of his sight. She wound her hips spinning in small circles to the music, stopping in front of him for a few seconds longer.

"Happy birthday my nigga!" Brandon shouted excitedly, slapping his shoulders with a wild shake. "We got all the fine bitches tonight." He laughed plopping down next to Greyson.

He wasn't paying attention to his best friend; how could he when a goddess was standing in front of him.

"Whose idea was this?" He never took his eyes off Red as she made her way to sit next to him, after pouring herself a drink.