I snapped. “And bitch once he sees your ugly ass for who you really are, you’ll be right behind me—without ever getting touched.”
The girls ooh’d like it was a rap battle.
Toni stepped between us with her hand on my shoulder. “A’ight, we not doin’ this. Both of y’all need to chill out before y’all fuck around and get sent home.”
I stood there breathing hard, my heart racing. Imani smirked like she’d won something just by getting me heated.
Kashmere pulled me back toward the bed. I let her, but I kept my eyes on Imani the whole time, hoping this bitch would try me again.
This wasn’t just a competition anymore. Last night with Pressure put a target on my back, and I could already feel the hate coming…
Trill-Land, Jungle Estate
It was past midnight, and I was on my balcony, shirtless, leanin’ against the rail with a glass of D’Ussé in one hand and my blunt in the other. The sky was dark, but the jungle estate stayed lit, my pool down below glowin’ green. I took another pull of the God Smoke and let that shit swirl around my lungs before I blew it out slow, my eyes low, body heavy and mind racin’.
Eliminations was in the mornin’, and I still ain’t know who I was gettin’ rid of.
A few of the women had stood out—some for the right reasons, some for all the wrong ones. Imani stayed tryin’ to make everything a moment. Toni had a little story that made me feel some shit, but it was Pluto I kept thinkin’ about. That damn virgin…
She told me that shit with her eyes low and voice soft like she wasn’t just droppin’ a bomb. That shit had a nigga thinkin’ all day.
I couldn’t lie—it felt good holdin’ her last night. I liked the way she curled into me, and let me be her peace for the night. I hadn’t held a woman that tight since Ka’mari.
But damn…. a virgin?
Man, that shit sounded good on paper, but I ain’t gon’ front—I need a woman whoknowhow to work that pussy on me, and who not gon’ flinch when I tell her to bus’ that shit open. I need a woman who gon’ turn over and take this dick with no hesitation. That soft, slow shit is sweet and all… but sometimes I want nasty… real nasty.
I took another sip, my eyes still locked on the glowin’ water.
Then I peeped movement.
Somebody was walkin’ through the yard toward the pool. She had a slim waist, hips movin’, bottle in one hand, cup in the other. She had on a lime green bikini, the strings ridin’ low on her hips and barely holdin’ her ass in place. I leaned in, squintin’ just a little through the smoke.
Her brown skin was pretty as hell. Even from up here, I could see that shit shimmerin’ under the lights like honey. Her thighs was thick, and smooth, her titties sittin’ up with no shame, full and round like they’d taste sweet on my tongue. That ass was crazy too. It looked soft but sittin’ real nice, like it bounce back when you grip it.
Mmh…
My curiosity got the best of me.
I put my glass down, grabbed my bottle and lighter, and took the rest of my blunt with me. I slipped into my Balenciaga slides and took the elevator downstairs, takin’ my time like I wasn’t pressed. But I was. I needed to know who the fuck this fine ass woman was. I needed a closer look.
When I stepped out by the pool, she was already sittin’ in the hot tub, her drink restin’ on the edge, her lips wrapped around a red straw. She had one leg tucked under the water, the other stretched out just enough for me to catch a lil’ peek at her hip tattoo.
I lit my blunt again and walked up quiet.
She turned her head a little, then smiled. “Oh, we sharin’ this tub now?”
I smirked and pulled my slides off. “That a problem?”
“Nah, but I charge for company,” she said, lookin’ me dead in my face with that slick-ass grin.
I slid in smooth, smirkin’. “Charge what you want, baby. The moment I get bored, that rate drop to zero.”
I peeled my pants off slow and stepped in with just my briefs on, lettin’ the heat of the water rise up my thighs. She watched, sippin’ her drink like it was sweet tea. I sat back, put the blunt between my lips and gave her a proper stare down now that I was closer.
It was Kashmere.
She had big, pretty eyes and naturally arched brows, long lashes, and lips like soft pink pillows. Her cheekbones was sharp, skin flawless and smooth like a peach. She was fine-fine, with just the right amount of hood energy to let you know she’d cuss a nigga out and then ride his face two minutes later. And her body let a nigga know she was a real woman.
