Page 15 of Lucci

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One of The Hellcat Barbies, Rasheeda, was getting married.

A bunch of us agreed that male strippers gave us the ick.

So, to celebrate our homegirl’s upcoming nuptials, we decided to do dinner at a nice steakhouse and then get on some ratchet shit at the strip club.

It had been five weeks since Tyler’s death, and Lauren was still taking it hard.

She elected not to hang out with us, and I respected her decision.

Checking on her daily had become a part of my routine.

I knew it might take a while for her to get over Tyler, but I would never get tired of making sure she was good.

Changing clothes after leaving Chop House was a must because we were real elegant and classy in that establishment, but for the strip club, it was an entirely different situation.

My barely there denim shorts and matching corset helped me transform from classy baddie to leader of the bald head hoe shit crew.

We had a section reserved and were going to have a ball in honor of my girl.

It was looking like I might never get married myself so any chance I had to celebrate someone else’s union, I was taking it.

Rasheeda had been with Kendrick for six years, and they had three babies.

Some said they should have been married long ago.

I said whatever worked for them was their business.

I drank two lemon drops at dinner. I had the bartender to make mine with top shelf tequila, and I had a slight buzz by the time we left the restaurant.

We’d been at the club for less than an hour when the third shot of tequila had me in the perfect zone.

The kind of zone that made me stand on the couch and rap along with Glorilla.

“Yeah, I love me a trappin’ ass, dark-skinned country ass, got it out the mud, 6’1 ole thug ass talk real slick, big dick, big gun ass pick a bitch up when we fuck, ole strong ass nigga.

Makin’ them plays, stackin’ that pape buying me whatever I want ass nigga.

” I was rapping with my entire chest. Until I locked eyes with him and saw him watching me.

Instantly I swallowed my words and had to play it off by looking away and continuing to dance.

I had just been describing the perfect man when I locked eyes with a man that pretty much seemed to fit most of those criteria.

Or maybe I wanted him to. He wasn’t dark, and I had no clue whether or not his member was big.

Getting down off the couch, I played the role of Rasheeda’s hype woman and tried to ignore the racing of my heart that had nothing to do with the physical activities I was partaking in.

It had been almost a week since I called Lucci, and he didn’t return my call.

I felt that constantly sending text messages might be impersonal, but I also understood if he didn’t want to talk.

I was okay with knowing that I made the effort, and I didn’t take it personal when he didn’t answer or return the call.

When I felt a presence looming over me, I almost jumped out of my skin.

Until his signature scent engulfed me like a warm hug.

By the time I turned to face him, he was leaning down and pressing his lips against my ear.

“Let me holla at you for a second.” The bass from his voice sent chills down my spine. In the hot club where we were almost packed like sardines, my goofy ass was trembling all from a man’s voice. And the feel of his lips subtly brushing against my skin.

Thanks to the tequila coursing through my system, I wasn’t even ashamed of the fact that I would have followed that man anywhere. And I do mean anywhere. He led me to a corner of the section that wasn’t littered with people.

“I got your call that night.” While he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the pain in his eyes. It made me want to give him the biggest hug. His eyes were low but despite him being under the influence, the alcohol or drugs couldn’t mask his true feelings. “I was just on some other shit.”

I gave him a small smile. “You don’t have to explain why you didn’t call back. I get it. I promise I do. I’m glad to see you out.”

Lucci pushed out a light chuckle. “Yeah.” His eyes roamed the length of my frame. As he sized me up, my nipples hardened. “This isn’t where I want to be. I’m trying not to be selfish and stop your fun, but I’d like your company.”

The last time he requested my presence, it was innocent.

Even after he told me that he wasn’t in love with his girlfriend, things remained cordial.

I had no clue what the situation with his girlfriend was about, but I still didn’t want to disrespect their relationship.

Lucci told me he didn’t cheat and so far, he hadn’t tried anything, so I didn’t see the harm in obliging him.

“My homegirl is getting married, and we’re celebrating. But maybe another hour, and we’ll be done.” My tone was hopeful. “Can you wait an hour?”

“I been waiting for you, shawty.” He licked his lips, and I almost had an orgasm. Waiting? Waiting on me to do what? “I’ll text you my address. Matter fact no need. I’m still sharing my location with you.” He walked off leaving me standing there stumped.

Removing my phone from my clutch, I went to Lucci’s contact information and sure enough, I had his location. “Who the hell was that?!” Rasheeda clutched my arm like a crazy person.

“Um ouch,” I frowned making her loosen her grip on me and giggle.

“My bad, but he was fine. You know I love me a light skin ass man.”

“Like the one you’re marrying,” I gave her a big smile. “He’s just a friend. His name is Lucci.”

“Just a friend? Hoe is you cool? He looks like tha t, and he’s just a friend?”

“Welllll,” I drawled. “If I parted my legs for every fine man I saw, I’d be pretty run through. And last I checked, he had a girlfriend. So yeap, just friends.”

“If they aren’t married, fuck her.”

I laughed at the fact that Rasheeda sounded serious. “Girl, please. You trying to tell me that the six years you were with your man, it would have been cool for a hoe to try him because he wasn’t married?”

“Oh hell nah. But we aren’t talking about me.”

“Bye hoe,” I sniggered and walked off.

Lowkey, I was real nervous. Why? I wasn’t sure.

Maybe it was because I knew that eventually, it would be hard for me to be around Lucci and not want to pounce on him.

I simply tried to look at it as doing a good deed.

He was grieving and liked my company. Nothing more nothing less.

Sure, he made lil’ slick comments here and there that let me know he was feeling me, but the fact remained that whether he was in love with her or not, he had a girl.

I went from being hype and geeked about celebrating to being antsy and ready to leave.

It was borderline annoying because I wasn’t that person.

The one that was dick crazy and constantly ditched her girls to go lay up with a man.

But fuck, we were talking about Lucciano Culver.

Luckily for me, thirty minutes after he walked away from me, Rasheeda’s overly intoxicated behind was ready to go.

She was sharing an Uber with her sister, so I knew they were good.

After giving all my girl’s hugs and saying goodbye, I got in my car and checked Lucci’s location.

My brows hiked upon seeing that he was at the St. Regis.

For one that was a super fancy hotel. For two, that was a hotel.

I tried to focus on the sounds of the Young Jeezy song that filled the car and not attempt to figure out why Lucci was at a hotel.

A room key was required to get onto the elevator, so I had to text him and let him know that I was in the lobby.

With each passing second, my heart beat a little faster, and my stomach quaked a little harder.

I had to pee something terrible, and my nerves were shot.

When the elevator dinged my heart fell into my ass, but a white couple exited, and I composed myself.

There were four elevators in the lobby. As the couple exited the one to the right of me, the one on my left dinged.

The doors slid open revealing fine ass Lucci, and I stepped on with him.

The way his eyes raked over my body made my yoni contract with desire.

The St. Regis was a dangerous place for me to be with Lucci.

It had taken a lot of effort not to act like a moral less harlot in his presence in the past. I wasn’t sure I could keep it up.

I stood beside him and looked at the floor. I could feel his gaze on me, but I ignored it. When the doors opened, Lucci walked directly up on me and with his body pressed into mine, he led me off the elevator.

When we stepped off, there was a door. Only one door.

This man had the presidential suite. Reaching around me, he pressed the key card against the reader and pushed the door open.

The suite was luxurious, and I could tell he’d either been there for a few days, or he planned to be there.

A Nike shoebox rested on the floor by the couch, two bags from Sak’s Fifth Avenue were on the couch, and a pair of J’s rested by the bedroom door.

Asking him what was up was on the tip of my tongue, but I refrained.

“You want something to drink?”

“Um, I’ll take a bottle of water.” I wasn’t sure if I should sit or remain standing. “Thank you.” Lucci handed me the bottle of water and even after I took it from him, he remained in my personal space.

“I want the fuck out of you,” he confessed while staring into my eyes.

“You said you don’t cheat, right?”

“I don’t. Me and shorty aren’t on one accord right now. I’ve been staying here for the past week. Tomorrow, when it’s check out time, I’m going to the apartment that I’m moving into.”