This wasn’t a regular game of Twister. Of course not. But I knew that before we started playing. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when ‘right foot green’ landed me in hell for two reasons. The closest one to me not only had a shot of liquor on it, which I had to take in …
“What y’all getting into tonight?” Addie questioned looking like a whole meal as she sashayed out of the bathroom. Why must she taunt a nigga when he got places to be? She tightened the towel around her body before she melted into me from behind and wrapped her arms around my waist. “You could stay …
“You happy?” I questioned Iv, burying my face into her neck and inhaling her natural scent. I swear the love that I had for this woman should have been criminal. She was everything that I needed and wanted in life and I couldn’t believe that I’d once been stupid enough to doubt that.
Guilt began to creep up inside of me, but I pushed it away just as easily. I wasn’t about to allow anything to fuck up me making her mine.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Kyree questioned, pulling her eyes to him. The mischievous smile on his gorgeous face sent tingles through her yoni. His words and captivating rugged voice had been sending shock waves through her most intimate parts all night.
“A dare is a dare.” Confidence laced her words while her stomach bounced between her throat and toes every second they stood in line for the Orlando Slingshot ride.
Adalyn finished the last touches to her makeup as her cell phone rang. She already knew it was Kelcee calling because it wouldn’t have been Landon checking in like a good boyfriend would. “You outside?” Adalyn spoke into the phone as she put it on speaker and continued to make sure everything was in order.
“Tell me you love me!” he said through gritted teeth. Avelyn gripped at her boyfriend’s, Dasiah, hands as they clutched her throat. Her breathing getting slower by the second.
“Da—” she tried to squeeze out his name but his grip tightened.
“Tell me! Fucking tell me you love me!”
Fire spilled from his eyes and Avelyn’s fingers turned a shade of red as she yanked at his hands.
What kind of sick game is God playing? Kristmas thought to herself as Deuce and her walked through the highlight of Bexley, GA: Bexley Square. After their game of one-on-one she was exhausted yet energized and starving yet full. She couldn’t believe she was once again in the presence of the reason she’d left Bexley and wanted to never return. And the moment she did, he’s there looking better than he did in high school which she didn’t think was possible.
“Is this your thing? Popping up on me?” I asked Amare. My eyes drew him in and my body melted. His presence made me weak.
“Don’t act like you not thrilled to see me.”
We hadn’t seen each other in person since the group gathering a week and a half ago. “Maybe I’m not.” I stuck out my tongue at him before he followed me inside my bedroom and I continued to my balcony where I had been FaceTiming with Ra. I sat back down in my lounge chair and grabbed my laptop that rested next to my glass of wine.
“What or who got you grinning so hard,” Ra asked causing the blood to drain from my face.
“That would be me,” Amare said coming into view.
Jareem’s scowl deepened the moment he saw me.
“What the fuck you doing here?”
“What you mean?”
“I thought you got locked up since you didn’t come back.”
“I got arrested. I didn’t get booked.” Confusion crossed his face. “I can see you aren’t too happy about that.”
“Can’t say I am.”
I walked over and snatched the bag off his head. He opened his eyes, and they blinked a few times as if they were adjusting to the scenery. “Where am I?” he questioned like we were about to have a regular conversation.
“You know who I am?”
“Not really but I’m going to assume Jareem,” he said looking up at me. “I hope that means you will be the one who tells me why the hell I’m here and what the fuck kind of beef you got with me.”
