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After having Gia blocked from my phone for a few days, I decided that was a bitch move to make.

At the end of the day, she was still her mother.

She blew my line up, and I was thinking it was because she wanted to see her daughter.

I called her everything but a child of God when she started asking me about money instead.

That was another reason I’d prefer to have sole and physical custody of my baby girl.

Her mama was proving to not only be an ain’t shit girlfriend but also an ain’t shit mama.

“You’re more than deserving to be her father.

” My mother smiled as she sat on the other side of the bed.

“You have so much love to give, Jordan, and I prayed to God that He would send someone your way to receive it.” She rubbed her hand down my baby’s cheek.

“She couldn’t have a better father than you. ”

“Thank you, Ma,” I said, kissing her cheek before grabbing my keys. “You sure you don’t mind staying in here tonight? I don’t want to hear Antonio’s mouth about not waking up to his wife in the morning.”

Without my parents and my brother, I don’t know where I would be. Before learning about Gianna, they were always there for me, but now I can count on them to be the same support system for her. Even Wild drops everything when it comes to his Gi Baby.

“Trust me… your father is out like a light,” she said with a wink, causing me to frown. “He won’t regain consciousness until daybreak.”

“Ma, why y’all be so nasty?” I shook my head and left the room. “I’ll see you later.”

After leaving my parents’ house, I tried my luck and called Noemi’s phone once more.

I couldn’t help but chuckle when I got her voicemail for the fifth time today.

She had to realize that I wasn’t that nigga of hers; I would pull up and show out on her ass.

Whether she knows it or not, I’ve been having Money follow her all day, and right now, he told me she’s having the time of her life at Urban Oasis, a hookah lounge downtown.

I hope she has had the time of her life thus far because the fun is coming to an end.

Forgoing finding a spot, I pulled up to the front of the club. They didn’t offer valet service, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t going to be here long.

“Excuse me, but you can’t park there,” the punk-ass bouncer had the nerve to say. “Not to mention, you’re out of dress code.”

Peering down at my ball shorts and sneakers, I adjusted my hat as I eyed him. Crossing my hands at my waist, I stepped to the curb and stood toe to toe with him. “What’s your name?”

“Joe.” He scoffed as he stopped a few of the other guys from entering the club. “But my name has nothing to do with you not going in. You aren’t dressed for this club, and you aren’t parked correctly. Get in your shit and move. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Grinning, I dropped my head and stepped back from him. Turning my hat backward, his eyes widened once my full face came into view.

“Listen… don’t be the reason your mother has to go on the news and plead with strangers to come forward with the whereabouts of her son. Get the fuck out of my way, and everything will be smooth.”

It didn’t take him long to lift the rope, allowing me access to the busy lounge. Stepping inside, I groaned at all of the people that floated about. While the vibe was nice with the soft sounds of jazz playing in the background, this shit had nothing on Club Honey.

“Excuse me, handsome, but can I help you with something?” A hostess stopped me as I roamed the lower level of the lounge.

Money told me she was in the building, but I had no idea where.

My patience was already wearing thin, so I had nothing left in my social battery to deal with this chick.

“You don’t appear to be dressed for the occasion. ”

“I’m looking for someone.” I pulled my phone from my pocket and showed her a picture of Noemi. “I know it’s crowded in here tonight, but the sooner I find her, the sooner I will leave your shit.”

Peering from me to the picture with pursed lips, I could tell the last thing she wanted to do was help me. She didn’t have to; I’d much rather air this motherfucker out and wait for Mi outside.

“I think I saw her on the second level.” She nodded toward the stairs. “Be advised that if you cause a scene…”

“You ain’t gone do shit… move.” I pushed past her and went in the direction she pointed.

My mother would be pissed if she knew I was out here being rude to innocent women, but I’ve never portrayed myself to be the nicest person.

I’m not one with an immense amount of tolerance, and Noemi was working my last nerve.

Reaching the second level, I found it to be more upscale than the lower one.

While downstairs had a plethora of booths and tables, the upper level was spacious and private.

The small sections gave you room to relax and enjoy the vibe without the chaos of being surrounded by a large crowd.

Looking around, I was starting to get pissed, thinking I was lied to about her being here, but over the soft sound of music, I heard her harmonious laugh.

“You’re too pretty to be here by yourself.” Some Trey Songz-looking-ass nigga smiled as he leaned into her space. “How about we get out of here and get to know each other a little better?”

“Or, you can get the fuck out of her face before I blow your shit back.” I mugged him as I startled them both. Wedging myself in between them, her eyes went wide from shock to being slanted in anger. “Hey, pretty girl.”

“Jordan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Draping my arm on the back of the couch, I made myself comfortable.

Gazing at her attire, I’ll be damned if she didn’t look good.

The yellow halter dress looked amazing against her chocolate skin.

I didn’t know what type of moisturizer she used, but the way her thighs were shining under the lights, I wanted to dive in between them.

Her bare face was on full display, and her locs were pulled into a high bun.

Even though she was mad at me, she looked pretty as hell tonight.

It might have been fucked up for me to be out here lusting over another man’s woman but fuck that nigga.

At least I was being nice about the situation and not sticking my dick in her.

The way she responded to me in the dressing room let me know if I wanted the pussy, she would’ve served it up with no questions asked.

“Why haven’t you been answering my calls, Noemi?” I eyeballed her. “I’ve been calling, and you keep sending a nigga to voicemail. I don’t like to be ignored.”

Doing just that, she leaned over me and resumed a conversation with the greyhound-looking-ass nigga. Twisting my neck from side to side, I could feel my crazy activating. I told myself I was going to act like I had some sense tonight, but I’d clearly lied.

“Y’all muthafuckas really gone sit right here and play with me.

” Grabbing the bun at the top of her head, I pulled her head back and brought her eyes to mine.

It wasn’t enough to hurt her, but just the right amount of force to get her attention.

“Why you playing with me, Noemi?” I placed my lips to her ear and whispered.

Licking her lobe, I felt her shudder against me.

“Do you really want me to show out in here?”

Placing my hand on her knee, I kissed her neck as I slowly began to trail it up the inside of her thigh. The music around us was still playing, but the air had thickened, and it wasn’t due to the smoke. I could feel the goosebumps begin to form on her skin as she began to pant.

“J-Jordan, what are you doing?” she said in a raspy tone, licking her bottom lip. “People can see us.”

“Imagine me giving a fuck.” I chuckled as I reached her center.

Baby girl was soaked, and I knew it was because of me.

Hell, it better have been. Pushing her panties to the side, I groaned at her clit being hard as a rock.

“Who is this pussy wet for, Mi? Huh? You say the wrong thing, and I promise you… that mutt-looking friend of yours will die in this muthafucka tonight.”

“Oh my gosh!” she whimpered as she grabbed my wrist and started humping my hand. “I want you so bad.” She began to shake as I rubbed her faster. “Please, baby, make me come.”

If we weren’t in a lounge full of people, I would bend her over and fuck her right now.

One thing she never had to do with me was beg for anything.

She was deprived, and I knew that, but this was the best I could do.

As bad as I wanted to stick my dick in her, I couldn’t.

While I wouldn’t fuck her, I never said I wouldn’t make that pussy cry for me.

I was working my fingers overtime to make sure she knew no other nigga would ever make her feel as good with just the flick of his wrist—only me.

“I think you’re little friend is enjoying the show, baby.” I placed a kiss at the corner of her mouth before gently biting her bottom lip as the nigga watched us from the next booth over. “Let that nigga see what only I can do to this pussy. Come, Noemi. Now.”

She didn’t have to be told twice as she dropped her head and shook like a leaf. It was a good thing these couches were leather because as I looked down to where my hand had disappeared, there was a puddle of her essence dripping down the edge.

“Fuck…” she huffed as she came down from her orgasm. “I’ve never had that done to me before.” She smirked before her eyes went wide with horror. “We’re in public, Jordan!”

“Too late to care.” I simpered, fixing her dress. “Grab your shit, and let’s go. We’re leaving.”

Peering up at me, I could see the moment she realized it wouldn’t be smart to defy me.

Sighing heavily, she grabbed her clutch and my extended hand.

Before we left the section, I walked back over to her little friend, who was staring at us.

He glared at me in confusion as I took his untouched cup of water and cleaned my hand in it.

Dumping the remainder on his head, I shrugged once I heard Mi gasp behind me.

“I figured after the little show we gave him, he needed to cool off.”

Clearly, the nigga was pussy, so I wasn’t expecting him to say or do anything to me. He proved me right as he jumped from his seat and all but ran out of the section. Noemi slapped my chest, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her fake-ass anger as I led her out of the lounge.

She giggled once we stepped outside. “Did you really park at the door? You really think you run this city, huh?”

“I do.” I nodded at the bouncer. “Ain’t that right, Joe?”

He said nothing as he gave us a tight-lipped smile. That was smart on his part because I was still itching to shoot somebody tonight. Opening the passenger door for Mi, she hesitated before getting in.

“I drove the rental here.” She pointed to a Mercedes across the lot. “I can’t just leave it.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be at the beach house by morning.” I stepped to her and kissed her lips. “Now, get in, and let’s go. I need to let you know how you got me fucked up.”

She eyed me for a beat before sliding into the seat.

Once inside and secure, I made my way to the driver’s side, and we were off.

As we left the lot, I pulled her hand into mine.

Coming to a red light, I did a quick glance over at her.

She seemed so content in this moment, and if I could keep her like this forever, I would.

I was entering dangerous territory with Noemi, and I was afraid of crossing lines we wouldn’t be able to come back from.

She was set to marry someone else and dealing with an unavailable woman on an intimate level was something I wouldn’t normally do.

I was starting to realize that while I was making excuses for not making Noemi mine, I had already laid claim over her.

The only thing left for me to do was to take her.

There wouldn’t be shit Chandler, or her brothers could do about it once I made her mine.

I just had to make sure what I thought I wanted was what I actually needed.

Time will tell.