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D omaneek “Dom"

If I could walk barefoot to my house, I would.

My feet barked like a damn Rottweiler. I worked two shifts at Lucid’s today.

Another server called off, and I wanted to stack up three months of rent for when Briya left.

I could cover my rent alone, but I didn’t want to be bombarded with bills immediately in her absence.

She and I still weren’t talking. That bothered me because I looked at her like my sister.

I didn’t like the space we were in. We’d never been in this type of rut before.

It was all because of Zay’s weird and dirty ass.

He’d brought nothing but problems and dysfunction to our lives, but I’d be the bigger person and go to her.

I genuinely cared about her and refused to let him ruin our ten-plus-years friendship.

My heavy arms turned the wheel of my car into my parking lot, and I parked in my reserved spot.

Briya hadn’t been here this past weekend as well as a few days out of this week.

Hopefully, she was here because we needed to talk to clear the air.

Tiredly, I grabbed my bag and climbed out of my car.

I always surveyed my surroundings before I took a step.

My eyes scanned the parking lot, and I didn’t see anything unusual.

I walked into my building and onto the elevator.

I released a big yawn as the elevator carried me to my floor.

I’d slept like a baby since Zay hadn’t been over in days.

However, a weird feeling washed over me.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened.

I stepped off with that uneasy feeling following me.

I noticed a fidgeting man in front of my apartment door.

He spoke to someone animatedly. What the hell?

I removed my gun from my bag as I made it to the front door.

My eyes widened at the sight of Zay in my apartment, selling baggies to the dope fiend that stood outside my place.

“What the fuck are you doing here? I told you never to come back. Not only are you here, but you’re selling drugs out my shit!” I shouted. I aimed my gun at the fiend. “Get the fuck away from my house before I shoot yo’ dirty ass!”

He snatched his drugs from Zay and hauled ass away.

“Aye! Come back here with my money, muthafucka!” Zay hollered. However, the fiend was gone with the wind.

“Ain’t no come back. You get yo’ ass out of my house. I’m not gon’ say it another damn time.”

Briya raced to the door with a confused expression. “What happened now?”

“Yo’ nigga was just selling drugs out of my house. I been told you I didn’t want him here. Since you failed to listen, I want you and that nigga out my shit now!” I screamed, pushing past them. I tossed my shit on the floor and looked at them.

“Dom, please! I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Briya cried.

“I no longer give a damn. You should’ve thought about that before you let that nothing ass nigga fuck up the only shelter you had. Get yo’ shit and go!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” Zay countered.

“Yo’ dirty ass wish. Now get the hell on!” I shot back.

“Dom, please!”

“Bye, Briya. Get the fuck out before I call the police.”

I tapped my gun against my thigh, signaling I was done talking and playing games.

Briya nodded through her tears and rushed past me to get her shit.

I looked at Zay then slammed and locked my door.

I sat at my kitchen island and allowed my tears to flow and keep me company.

Things didn’t go as I planned. I had every intention of mending my relationship with my best friend.

Clearly, it wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t long before Briya walked out with multiple bags.

She stopped next to me and sniffled. I looked at her.

Briya struggled with removing my key from her key ring, but eventually, she got it.

She placed it on the island then walked out the door.

That bitch left my door wide open, but oh well.

Briya could be mad all she wanted to. She put herself in this situation.

Once I made sure my house was locked up properly, I walked into my room, rolled up a fatty, then showered.

When I completed my hygiene routine, I smoked my blunt and read my Bible.

Hot girls read their Bible too. I needed some guidance and clarity from my Father.

I knew I’d made the right decision when it came to Briya and Zay, but losing a friend felt like losing my man.

It pained me like hell to let her go, but I prayed one day we’d come back together.

Lucid’s was bussin’ on this Wednesday night.

It was so busy that I walked through the crowd, balancing a tray on both hands while in eight-inch heels.

It was packed because college basketball was on, and everyone wanted to make sure their brackets were on point.

Since it was a full house, I wore a sheer, dark green blouse with black nipple tassels.

I paired it with a black skater skirt, sheer black tights, and black heels.

The look I donned tonight was my favorite of the week so far.

I strutted through the crowd and placed one tray of drinks and shots down before I moved to my second table.

The men were rowdy and drunk, and I’d be glad when they left.

I’d just set down their drinks and food when one of them grabbed onto me and pulled me onto his lap.

“Why you squirming to get away from me, girl? I could make you so happy tonight,” he spoke through his drunken state.

He reeked of days old liquor, had a beer belly, and a huge bald spot. The drunk man looked as if he was once a ladies’ man, but he had surely fell off.

“Take yo’ fucking hands off me, and let me go!” I yelled.

“Come on, baby girl. It’s been a while since I slid in some pussy that looked like you,” he pleaded, laughing and showcasing his missing side teeth.

“And yo’ ass won’t tonight. Now, let me go!”

I looked around the room frantically for our security guards, but they couldn’t hear me because it was so packed and loud.

The men with him laughed and cheered him on as he groped my breasts.

I twisted and tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he was too strong.

Using the bit of freedom I had, I reached for my serving tray, but I slipped to the floor.

I looked up to see Laila had come to my rescue.

She had that drunk man’s arm twisted behind him and his face mashed against the table.

“When a lady says no, don’t, stop, and let me go, you’re supposed to fucking listen, not be a creep and take what you want. I should lock all you bitches up for sexual harassment and standing by while a woman gets assaulted,” Laila stated with a mug.

I looked at the drunk men, and they all wore looks of pity while remaining silent.

“Do you want to file a report, Dom?”

I chewed on my bottom lip. I wanted to, but I needed to work in order to pay my bills.

“No. I don’t want to. I just want them gone.”

Laila nodded. “Y’all bitches lucky. Now, get y’all raggedy asses up, and leave this place now, or I’ll have y’all napping in county. You assholes decide.”

Laila applied pressure to the drunk man’s arm, and he cried out.

“Argh! I’m sorry. I’ll leave. I’ll leave! Please don’t break my arm. I-I need it to work,” he pleaded.

“You should’ve thought about that before you touched what didn’t belong to you.”

She added a little more pressure, and his friends got up and quickly staggered away.

Laila released him, and he got up and limped away.

He held his arm and moved as fast as his chubby legs could carry him.

Laila walked over to me and held out her hand.

I grabbed it with a smile, and she pulled me up with ease.

“How are you, beautiful?” she questioned, gently wiping me off.

“A little shaken up, but I’m better now that you’re here,” I answered.

I was really uncomfortable and felt dirty from his nasty and grubby hands, but Laila made me feel safe and comfortable. She grabbed onto my hand and led me over to her usual table. Laila waited for me to take a seat then she sat next to me.

We sat side by side with her arm wrapped around my waist. I rested my head on her shoulder as we sat in silence.

Laila brought me more peace and solace than I’d had in a while.

My situation with Briya was still fresh, and tears slid down my face.

I silently cried, inciting Laila to make a move.

Laila handed me a napkin, allowing me to be as vulnerable as I needed to in this moment.

If it wasn’t one thing, it was something else.

I’d be glad when I had someone in my life.

Laila and Surtain had each other to carry the weight. It must have been nice.

After I calmed down, I signaled for my manager and explained to her what happened.

She was empathetic and offered me to leave early.

Linda would’ve still given me all my hours and tips, but I declined.

I wanted to be in the one space that I enjoyed.

Laila spoke to Linda about amping up security, especially on busy nights like this.

She didn’t like that something more serious could’ve happened had she not shown up.

Linda agreed then left to get on top of her business.

I knew she didn’t want to lose me or risk getting slapped with a lawsuit, so she took Laila’s suggestions and ran with it.

Dimples walked up some time after and took me and Laila’s order.

Once we were eating and drinking, I was able to open up a little more.

“Tell me how was your day other than that situation?” Laila probed.

“It was pretty good. I made some good tips. How was your day?”

“Nothing new. Raids, trying to reduce the sell and creation of illegal substances and loads of damn paperwork. Same shit.”

“But you like your job, right?”

“Oh, I love my job. It can be unfulfilling at times when I have no leads, but then I find a way to get the love of the job back.”

I nodded. “I see. On a lighter note, did you like your sweets? Surtain seems like a really sweet man.”

Laila wiped her mouth then smiled. “Sur is the sweetest and best husband a woman could beg for. He’s great, and I really enjoyed my treats.

They looked pretty and tasted even better.

I don’t know how you do it, but it seems like pure talent or magic.

It has to be. Sur rarely eats sweets, but he took those mini cheesecakes out in one sitting. ”

I blushed. Just the thought of the muscular, beautiful man made me grin like a fool.

Sur was gorgeous with his hazel-green eyes, coconut-brown skin, and a tapered wavy fade.

He was tall and toned and looked like he could lay pipe any day that ended in Y.

Oh, to get slammed and stuffed by him would make me very happy.

Laila chuckled. “You’re thinking about him right now, aren’t you?”

I looked down then back at her with an uneasy smile.

“I’m sorry. I know he’s your husband. It was just refreshing to be around a man like him,” I revealed.

“There was an air of leadership, sex appeal, a genuine friend, and a safety net that called out to me like never before. I know that if I had someone in my life like him or you, for that matter, I damn sure wouldn’t be here. ”

My eyes wandered over my full shot glass, and I swiftly tossed it back.

The alcohol slightly burned going down, but not as much as my nose did.

I was on the verge of crying again because my emotions were all over the place.

However, I didn’t let a tear fall. I planned to continue to navigate this world like I’d been doing and thug this shit out.

Laila sat up in her seat and looked at me. Her hand softly caressed mine while the other held my face. Laila’s thumb gently stroked my cheek as we gazed into each other’s eyes.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” She exhaled. “You told me to tell you when I figured out a plan for me to live in my truth, and I have. I purposely sent Sur to meet you because I would like it if you joined a poly affair with me and my husband.”

I raised my brow. “Well, that came out of left field. How does Sur feel about that? From what I gathered about him, he doesn’t seem like the type. He didn’t talk much, and when he did, it was about my treats and you.”

“I’ve always been his only talking point, but lately, it’s been about you.

You and your pretty smile and cheesecake comes up at the most random times of day.

He’s still not 100 percent on board with both of us fucking you, but I think the more time he spends around you, he’ll come around.

How do you feel about it? Have you ever done this before? ”

“Yeah. I’ve had my share of threesomes. They’re my favorite. I haven’t had an affair with a married couple yet, but you surely have me intrigued, Laila. I’m down. Count me in,” I expressed with a smirk.

“Really?” she quizzed with bulged eyes.

“Yes, pretty.”

“Fuck yeah! Thank you so much for agreeing to this affair. You won’t be disappointed.”

I laughed. “Both of you look like y’all could suck a pussy dry. I’m not passing up on an opportunity like that.”

Laila and I chuckled. I meant every word though.

“I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but Sur can demolish pussy. Would it be too soon if I kissed you?”

I smirked. “Honestly, I thought you’d never ask.”

Laila leaned over and licked up the base of my neck before our lips crashed together. My body shuddered from the feel of her warm mouth on my body then mouth. Laila tasted sweet and salty. There was malt on her tongue from the beer she drank, and I made it my business to savor every flavor present.

Her hand gripped my throat, and that shit turned me on even more.

I rubbed her pussy through her dress slacks, making her shiver under my touch.

Our tongues rolled as one, inciting a feeling of stimulation in me like never before.

If Laila’s kisses were this potent, I could imagine what her head game was like.

Pretty soon, I’d get the best of both worlds.

Not only did I look forward to fucking Laila, but I greatly desired to ride Sur’s dick.

He was a gentleman and kind, but I had a feeling he had a big stick that I couldn’t wait to test drive now that I had Laila’s permission.