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During one of our conversations, she told me that she always wanted to own a speakeasy that was behind a sandwich shop.

The shop would operate as a normal sandwich shop during the day, but on certain nights it would become a speakeasy.

The cool thing about her idea was that the entrance to that portion of the business would be behind a hidden door that was in a camouflaged storage food pantry. The idea was dope as fuck.

With that idea, it led her to work toward her bachelor’s in food and beverage entrepreneurship. Her excitement about it made me excited. There was a college girl in my house.

“She is going to be so excited to go out,” Mama Bee said from the passenger seat.

I asked her to watch Jedi and SJ at my house tonight. SJ was a few years older than Jedi, but that didn’t matter. SJ liked having a little follower.

“You done had that girl cooped up in the house all this damn time like a hostage.”

Here she goes!

“Her ass is not cooped up like a hostage. She moves around Davidson. Simone came over the other day and took her around to do some shopping. Joey and Ethan went with them.”

Ma’s body bucked back toward the passenger door where she sat.

“You said that like she took the girl to Mall of America. Davidson is catered to them white folks, so where did she take her ass? To Target, Rack Room, or some shit?”

I wasn’t about to go back and forth with this woman who had jokes.

She did make a point. The African American population in Davidson was 4.

9 percent, while the white population was 82.

3 percent. The average household income was $152,000 a year and the crime rate was less than 1 percent.

It was the perfect small town to be tucked away.

It was also a college town, so that made for heightened security.

When we pulled onto the dirt road, I saw vehicles that let me know Sully and Simone were already here.

I helped Mama Bee out of the car with her overnight bag.

The second Jedi and SJ saw her, they bombarded her with hugs.

I gave my greetings to Simone and Sully, then walked down the hall to Reya’s room.

She told me to come in after I knocked on the door.

“Oh, shit. My bad.”

“Be an adult. I’m sure you’ve seen a woman in a towel fresh out of the shower,” she said seductively. “What’s up?”

Her ass had been a lot more flirtatious since we moved into this house. I liked that shit.

“Alright, watch what the fuck you say to me. Get that pussy knocked down with a house full of people.”

She could keep playing if she wanted to. The surprised expression that came to the surface couldn’t be hidden. That was the first time that I blatantly said that I would fuck her.

“You ready to have fun tonight?”

“I am so ready,” she told me. “I’m usually not a club, lounge, or wherever type of girl, but to get out of the house, I’ll go any damn where. I don’t even know where we’re going. Where are we going?”

I chuckled at her zealousness. “It’s Joey’s birthday. We got a section at Club Obsession .”

She gasped. “It’s Joey’s birthday! He never told me that his birthday was coming up. I don’t have a gift for him, Lo.” Her ass was worried about a damn gift.

“Tsireya, why the fuck would you know when that man’s birthday is? As far as a gift, tell that nigga happy birthday, and keep it moving,” I told her. “Going to his party is the gift.”

Her top lip turned up. “That is so ghetto. I should know when his birthday is since I spend a lot of time with him. I know yours.”

My neck stretched back. That surprised me because I never told her ass my birthday.

“When is my birthday?”

She crossed her arms over herself with an “I Know it All” smirk.

“Your birthday is September sixteenth, sir.”

She laughed when I asked her how the hell she knew that shit.

“I’m resourceful. I asked Mama Bee.”

Mama Bee didn’t mind telling people’s business whether you wanted her to or not.

I felt like that was a characteristic of people over fifty.

They didn’t give a damn what they said about your business, their business, or anyone else’s business.

If you said something to them, their asses would cuss you out like your business was their business, because once you put it in their ear, it was their business.

“Okay, I see you.” I glanced down at my Movado watch. “Get ready. We’re leaving around ten-thirty.”

I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I left her room.

My outfit was already laid out, so it wouldn’t take me long to jump into the shower and get ready.

Mama Bee raised me to lay my clothes out the night before.

It was a lesson that I never let go of and planned to teach it to my children.

Hell, I was teaching it to Jedi. Before we sat down for our movie, we picked out his clothes for the next day.

He had this thing where once he picked out his outfit, he wanted to lay it out next to my clothes in my room.

That was cool for now since his mama and I weren’t sleeping together yet.

Reya was ready by the time I was ready. Jedi and SJ were bathed, in their pajamas, and in the living room on a cushioned pallet ready for their movie night. Neither of their asses would last long because they both were fighting their sleep.

After we all made sure we were ready to go, we walked out to the two cars that awaited us. I figured that we would drink. Plus, we were going to a hotel afterward. There was no way that I would potentially fuck a woman with Mama Bee in the house.

It took just under an hour to get to Club Obsession.

There was a line wrapped around the building as expected.

It wasn’t a secret that Sully and Simone would come to Joey’s party together.

When I stepped foot out of the second car, some of the bitches in the line were already calling my name to get in.

Hos these days were different. Back in the day, hos were more discrete about how they approached men.

Now, they didn’t give a fuck who was around when they offered to buss it open.

When my hand extended into the car and Reya came out on the other end of it, the shock was real for the bitches and niggas.

Although Reya was a good, quiet girl, she was known because of her jobs at the sandwich shop and the strip club.

As we walked to the door hand in hand, my eyes fell on Meka and Carmella in the line. Their reaction was priceless.

“What’s up, ladies?”

“H-hey, AK.” Meka greeted me. “Hey, Reya. Surprised to see you here.”

Reya smiled. “Hey, Meka. It’s nice to see you too.” She bowed her head in greeting. “Carmela.”

Security immediately let us in.

“What’s up, my guy?” Avery Horry greeted us at the door. He was a cool old head who minded his business and his family. He didn’t tolerate bullshit in his establishment, and it was known as a neutral zone in the city. The same was for Club Lit.

Sully and I dapped him.

“You know it’s all love and business,” I responded.

He personally escorted us to our section, which was the biggest in the club.

Joey and Ethan were already in the section with a few bitches and members of our team.

There were two sections next to ours that held members of our team too.

Not everyone was blessed to party in the boss’s section.

We all greeted each other and settled in.

I made sure Reya’s ass settled on my lap.

None of these niggas needed to get any ideas.

Reya wore a form fitting dress that was shorter than I wanted it to be.

Before we left the house, I wanted to do a fuckin’ fingertip test, but Ma told me to leave her alone.

There was a bar in the section, so our waitress didn’t have to go far to get our drink orders.

My arm was firmly around Reya’s waist as she rocked her hips to the beat of the music.

My lips had a mind of their own when they kissed her neck.

She stole a glance over her shoulder at me.

Her ass smelled good, looked beautiful, and felt good on my lap.

I unwrapped my arm from her waist to put my hand in her curly twist out.

A twist-out was her signature hairstyle, and I loved that natural shit.

My hand lightly gripped her hair, and I pulled her back into me.

Without any instruction, she shifted on my lap and slammed her lips into mine. First move made.

Our tongues played tug of war with each other.

There was an urgency in our kiss like this was something that we both wanted for a long time.

When I pulled back, I gripped her lip between my teeth.

From the message in her gaze, I knew that she liked it a little rough.

My dick started to brick, so I let her lip go.

We hadn’t been here an acceptable amount of time to leave yet.

“Be good,” I said into her ear.

She giggled, moved her lips to my ear, then said, “You behave.”

Just as she kissed my ear, a GloRilla song came on that got the females in the club hype. Reya jumped up with Simone and other females in the section to dance.

I wasn’t going to lie. I was surprised how well she could dance.

She didn’t strike me as the type of female who could alternate the bounce of her ass cheeks.

The damn girl looked like she could be a fucking librarian, a sexy one, but a librarian, nonetheless.

Yeah, I got to get her on my pole. The one in my man cave and the one on my body.

She turned her body to face me, and I used my finger to call her to me. She walked over to me, turned around, and started to bounce her ass on my dick. I heard it was those good girls that loved to do that bad ass, nasty shit with their niggas.

“AK! AK!” A voice came from the direction of the section entrance.

My head turned toward the shouting, and my hand went to my gun holster.

I didn’t know why my name was being yelled out, but I stayed ready.

My head dropped when I saw that it was Alexi.

I was not going to deal with this stupid bitch.

My arm wrapped back around Reya because I wasn’t sure if liquor made her froggy.

“Nigga, I know you hear me talking to your ass.” She looked up at security. “If you don’t move and let me in, I’m gonna beat your ass.”

As he should have, he laughed. Her attention turned back to me.

“And you got that bitch in there with you hugged up, embarrassing me. Fuck you! I’ve been trying to save your ass, but I see you don’t give a fuck about me. Now, I don’t give a fuck about you.”

She pushed the security guard who pushed her ass right back. She stumbled back on her heels. When she caught her balance, she pointed at me.

“I got you, bitch. Wait and see.”

She turned on her heels and stomped off. My head turned to Sully who gave me that look. Yeah, by the end of this, Alexi was going to be a rest in peace hashtag.

Reya and I stayed at the club for another twenty minutes before we left.

My dick was so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if my zipper broke.

On the way to the hotel, the driver got a whole show.

Reya was on my lap the entire ride with her ass gripped in my hand and my lips somewhere on her body.

I caught his ass sneaking glances in the rearview mirror.

The second we got into the room, I was on her ass. That lil ass dress she had on couldn’t be worn again thanks to strong hands. Yeah, that shit could go in the trash now.

“I would have never guessed you were tatted.”

She stood in front of me in a thong and a bra.

Her body was toned, but there was a little pouch in her stomach from Jedi.

It was so sexy that I could imagine my baby in there one day.

Her hand roamed over the tattoo that wrapped around her waist. I wanted to count and kiss the freckles that were perfectly placed on her toffee skin tone.

“Yeah, I had to have a C-section when I had Lucas. I hated the scar, so this was the resolution.”

My shirt was off, but my pants were still on.

I walked over to her and scooped her up into my arms. We kissed while I walked her back to the bed.

Once I laid her back on the bed, my fingers pulled her thong off.

She spread her legs to show me her pretty pussy.

It was perfectly groomed with just a landing strip of hair.

When I pressed her ankles apart to spread her legs, she took control and went into a complete split.

“Hold your legs just like that while I eat that pussy.”