Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

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𝟷𝟾 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝟿:𝟸𝟷 𝙿.𝙼.
𝙼𝚒𝚊𝚖𝚒, 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊

I straightened my hair in the mirror while Otis was picking out an outfit. Today is his birthday and we're going out to one of the best clubs in Miami.

"What you think? Black or white?" He asked me.

"My shoes are white," I said.

"That's not what I asked though," he said.

"Okay well I'm just telling you white would be the better color if you don't want us to be mix matched," I said before putting down the flat iron and unplugging it.

"Okay so white?" He asked.

"Yes," I replied before he put it on.

After putting my flat iron away I pulled out my dress which was silver and fitted. I slipped it on before I pulled out my shoes and started putting them on.

"So you just not gone put on some drawls?" Otis said as he sprayed on his cologne.

We made eye contact before I grabbed a seamless thong out of my suitcase and put it on. Once we were ready we walked out of our room and downstairs.

"Y'all niggas ready?!" Otis yelled.

"You know I am," Briana said holding up a bottle of Hennessy.

We all got into the party bus before we started on our way. We had already started taking shots on the party bus before we even got to the club. They passed around two blunts before we actually got there.

In general I don't typically drink that much, only enough to not be a complete outcast. Otis doesn't either but I guess tonight was his cheat day.

Angela danced on the pole in the bus as Briana threw ones on her. Giana was practically fucking Ryan. I danced on Otis as he smoked a blunt.

Once we got to the club Otis was already high and Angela threw up as soon as we got off the bus. We went into our vip section before taking more shots. Angela was getting so drunk it was becoming obnoxious. Although she was obnoxious and annoying it brought her and Briana closer together.

"Fifty dollars they're gonna fuck tonight," I said to Otis before he laughed.

"Who?" He asked.

"Briana and Angela," I replied.

"They not gay," he said.

"Maybe not when they're sober but uh... look at em," I said before he looked over.

Angela was straddling Briana's lap and giving her a lap dance as Dean threw money on them.

"I don't know...-"

"Fifty dollars," I said cutting him off.

"Ight, bet," he said.

Eventually we got back into the party bus before going back to the AirBnB.

"Body shots!" Angela yelled before getting on the counter and pulling her top up. "Naya pour this!" She said holding up a bottle of ciroc.

I started pouring the drinks for the body shots and everyone participated except for Otis. Matter a fact, he had disappeared from downstairs.

"I'm 'bout to go upstairs," I said.

"Goodnight!" They all screamed before I shook my head and walked upstairs.

I walked into the room I shared with Otis before seeing him taking off his jewelry.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked before he looked at me.

"Yeah," he replied before looking back in the mirror.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I took off my heels and put them by our suitcases. I walked over to him before wrapping my arms around his torso.

"You don't seem alright," I said looking at him in the mirror.

He turned around before picking me up. He set me on the bed before kissing me passionately.

"Naya," he said against my lips.

"Yeah?" I said.

"I love you," he said looking into my eyes.

I froze slightly caught off guard by his words. I felt overwhelmed with emotions as I kissed him.

"I love you too," I said with a smile as I looked at him.

He looked sad and I couldn't imagine why he would be sad right now.

"I know," he said before rolling over.

I furrowed my eyebrows beyond confused at his actions.

"Is me loving you a bad thing?" I asked as he stared up at the ceiling.

"I'm not supposed to love you, this wasn't what they told me to do," he said.

"What who told you to do? Otis what the fuck is you talkin' about?" I asked.

"Giana and Dean," he said.

"What about Giana and Dean? They told you not to fall in love with me? What the fuck-"

"Nothin'," he said as he got out of bed.

He tried to walk towards the bathroom but I grabbed  his arm.

"What's goin' on?" I asked.

"I can't tell you," he said.

"What do you mean-"

"Naya, I can't tell you," he said sternly before walking into the bathroom.