Both of them were just looking for sex until feelings got involved, secrets unfolded, and unconditional love was thrown into their whirlwind of violence, trust issues, and revenge. No matter the circumstances, the two were drawn together like magnet...
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"I want you too, but not like this. I already told you, I want the woman that was giving out attitude all night to these dusty ass niggas."
Removing my hands from her face and running them down her body, I watch how her body reacts to my touch. Either Ms. attitude ain't as tough as she seems or she feening for some dick.
"You single?" I ask, squeezing her ass, not really caring if she is or not. I just need to know if ima have to shoot her boyfriend.
Before she can answer, I hear loud knocking on the door followed by Chanel's loud ass voice. Before I can unlock the door, I hear a key being turned.
"Milani, what the fuck you doing in here!? Bitch, I been looking for yo ass! I thought you got kidnapped and came to tell him to call the police!" She says, grabbing her friend and dragging her out of my office. "Drummer, you better not have put yo dirty ass dick in her! You my boy, but stay the fuck away from her. She ain't like them hoes you be fucking with... Bye Brandon and thanks for letting me in this raggedy ass office."
"Ima make sure they make it to the car safely. I'll be back, D." Brandon laughs, walking out of the office.
Sitting down in my chair, I try to focus on what I was doing, but all I can think about is Milani. She's beautiful as fuck and her body bad as hell. I hope I made a good enough impression because once Chanel's big mouth ass tells her about me; I already know Shorty ain't gone be feeling me no more.
"Damn nigga, you thinking so hard. You didn't even realize that I came back in and been calling yo name. What's on ya mind?" Brandon asks as he sits down across from my desk.
"Nun. I'm good... I see you met Chanel. How that shit go?"
"Man, I was tryna spit game to her all night. She wasn't going forreal, but I did get her number tho. Wassup with you and her friend? I think Chanel said her name was Milani."
"Look bruh, I know you just moved back here and shit so you tryna get down on a bitch, but Chanel ain't the one. My nigga, Jarell, got her locked down. Knowing her, she probably just gave you her number so you could leave her the fuck alone and that's exactly what you need to do. Jarell ass crazy as hell and he don't play bout Chanel. Ain't nun up with me and Milani. Tonight was my first time meeting her. I used to always hear Chanel talking bout her, but I never knew what she looked like till tonight." I shrug, lighting my blunt and inhaling it multiple times before passing it to Brandon.
He takes a few hits and ashes it before talking, "I don't know who Jarell is but fuck that nigga, ima get his bitch, fuck her good, then he can have her ass back... Drummer, I been knowing yo ass since diaper days and you still a lying ass nigga. You know damn well you want Milani. I can tell by the look in yo eyes... you need to chill out tho. You got a good woman at home."
