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Whistling, I watched my brother waltz out of the room as quickly as he came. I just knew he was going to blow up on me about parading around with another man, knowing I was set to marry. I guess he decided to let me enjoy my last weeks of freedom in peace, and for that, I appreciated him.

“You ready?” Jordan looked over me as I reentered the living room. “You Boudreaux’s don’t respect a nigga’s time for shit.”

“Come on, with your grumpy ass.” I giggled and looped my arm in his. “Just be ready to pay up when your sorry-ass Shooters lose.”

Tonight was my last night in Milly Grove, and I was sad about it. I’ve enjoyed every single moment with Jordan, so going from him back to Chandler was enough to make me cry. Instead of being completely heartbroken about it, I decided to make the best of the time left.

“How was dinner?” Jordan asked from the side of me. “I can’t believe you ate all of that shit.”

“Big Mama don’t play.” I giggled as I snuggled closer to him. He’d hired a driver for the evening, and I was more than happy about it. He’s been adjusting to fatherhood as well as running his businesses, so he needed to cut loose just as much as I did. “I eat everything on my plate.”

“Me too.” His raspy tone caught my attention, and I watched as his eyes roamed my body. “You keep looking this good, and I’m going to fuck around and show you.”

I’ve been trying everything in my power to get this man to fuck me, but his restraint should be studied.

From dropping towels to walking around half-naked to even groping him, he’s never made a move past second base.

While I admire him for respecting me and the situation with Chandler, I didn’t want to be respected.

I wanted Jordan to send me back to Florida with a swollen pussy and rearranged uterus.

“I wish you would…” I murmured as I lay my head on his shoulder.

Between the wine and the wind from the open sunroof, I was getting sleepy.

I needed to shake the shit off, though, because we were headed to Club Honey.

One thing I love about Jordan is that he doesn’t mind doing whatever I ask him to do.

I wouldn’t be able to pay Chan to step foot inside a club if it wasn’t about business.

The only way he’d do it is if he was guaranteed a new bitch to fuck at the end of the night.

“You really want a nigga to fuck you, huh?” he said through a smirk as he ran his hand up my thigh.

The short skirt I wore tonight was very much intentional.

If he changed his mind and finally agreed to fuck me, I’d made sure nothing was in the way that would allow him to change his mind. “You think you can handle that?”

“It’s only one way to find out,” I moaned as his fingers traced the lining of my panties. The partition was down, and I didn’t care if the driver could hear us. In fact, it turned me on even more to think he could. “Do you feel how wet I am, Jordan?”

“Fuck!” he grunted as he pushed my panties to the side, easing a finger inside of me. “You’re tight as fuck, Mi.”

“Imagine how it would feel with your dick inside of me.” With my eyes still closed, I took a chance and placed my hand on his lap, reaching for his dick.

Finding what I was looking for, I groaned at the feel of him.

His dick was so long and thick that I just knew it would break me in half.

“I want you to hurt me in the worst way.”

“Be careful what you ask for…” He pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to pop my eyes open and mug him. “Once I put this dick in your life, you’ll never be the same, baby. You wouldn’t be able to feel that lil’ fiancé of yours. That pussy would be tailor-made for me and me only.”

Watching me closely, he brought his fingers to his lips and cleaned off my juices as my breathing turned into pants from observing him.

It was the first time he’d tasted me, and if he wanted it directly from the source, I was more than willing to make it happen.

Once he was done, his eyes turned to slants as he angled his head and gaped at me.

He didn’t say anything for a long time, and that shit bothered me.

“Jordan—”

“We’re here.” He looked over my body once more as the car came to a stop. “Come on, and let’s enjoy the night.”

Sighing, I fixed my bottoms and accepted his hand as he offered to help me out of the truck.

Looking around, I couldn’t help but smile at the crowd that was waiting to get inside his club.

I’ve been wanting to come back here since the first time I visited Milly Grove, and I was happy to see that business was still booming.

“I’m so proud of you, Jordan!” I practically bounced as he gripped my hand and led me to the entrance. “Is there a special guest in the house tonight?”

“You.” He turned and winked at me, causing me to drop my head and blush.

“The crowd is like this all the time, to be honest. Honey is my baby, and I’m thankful for the success.

Tonight, I wanted you to experience some shit you’ve never had before you go back home.

I made sure the baddest women in my city were working the poles tonight. ”

Dapping his bouncer up, he escorted me inside past security, and I was in awe at how different it looked since the last time I came.

Somehow, the inside looked erotic, and you could feel the sexiness as soon as you walked in.

Black marble floors greeted us under soft flashes of gold and purple lights that pulsed to the current beat of Rihanna’s “Pour It Up.” I hadn’t heard the song in a while and had forgotten how sexy it could be, especially in this environment.

Each wall was painted black, with white, gold, and purple murals that replicated spots all over Milly Grove.

I noticed the nod to honey as the columns throughout the space had a dripping illusion, as if the paint was melting off in the rich, yellow color.

The place was packed from wall to wall with beautiful black women and attractive black men.

Everyone looked like a ripple of ocean waves as they either moved with the rhythm of Rihanna crooning or danced with one another as if they were fucking on the dance floor.

The smell of expensive perfume and cologne engulfed me, and I had to stop myself from Googling how to capture a scent because I was intoxicated from the first sniff and knew I could bottle this shit up to sell.

I looked at the women working as they layered the club, some in gold-barred cages while others hung from ropes dangling from the columns.

The crystal chandeliers hung from the high industrial-looking ceiling, casting a glow on the women below who wore white.

I noticed the second floor didn’t look as congested as where we were currently standing, so I figured that was where the VIP sections were located.

From here, I could see the white leather booths with gold stitching and trim.

The tables held gold buckets that I assumed were filled with ice and complimentary alcohol.

The sound of bottles popping from all over sounded like the Fourth of July, and my chest warmed with excitement.

The energy was flirtatious, and the women and men who walked past didn’t hide their want for either Skip, me, or us both.

“These women are fine as hell!” I shouted as I continued to take in the aura. Whether their bodies were paid for or not, they weren’t shit to play with. I turned to Jordan, whose eyes were trained on me. “They’re going to make a killing tonight off looks alone, huh?”

He shrugged before nodding toward the bar, taking my hand, and leading us over. I beamed at seeing Jerome, letting off a squeal.

“Hey, Rome! I’ve missed you!” I yelled over the music just as the DJ started spinning “Danger” by Mystikal.

Hurriedly serving his customer, he pushed the money into his coworker’s hands and ran around the corner to embrace me.

I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t appreciate it all.

Shifting her eyes from me to where Jordan’s hand and mine connected, she frowned up her face, and I think I knew why.

“Noemi, my baby!” Jerome shrieked over the music as he squeezed me tightly. “It’s good to see you, girl.” Juggling my boobs in each hand, he whistled. “Still fine as hell too!”

“Aye, man!” Jordan snatched me back, causing us both to laugh. “Don’t get fucked up in here, nigga.”

“Still the nicest man I’ve ever met…” Rome rolled his eyes and brought them back to me. “How long are you in town for?”

“Excuse me!” the girl from behind the bar hollered over to us. “Jerome, I don’t pay you to fraternize with the patrons. Come do your job or clock the fuck out.”

Looking behind and to the side of him, he placed his hand on his slim hip and palmed his chest in confusion.

“Who are you talking to, Miss Ma’am? Because it sure as hell ain’t me.

Be so for real, you don’t pay me at all—Mr. Mills does.

And last time I checked, I do get paid to fraternize with the patrons.

” Rolling his eyes, he kissed my cheek after hugging me once more.

“Let me go back over there before Skip’s mean ass fires me after I bust that bitch in the head with a Patron bottle. ”

Watching him sashay behind the counter, he mugged who I assumed was the club manager. It didn’t take her long to sashay her way over to us. She was now standing with her arms crossed in front of Jordan and me, and I was on the same time as Jerome because who the fuck was she trying to check?

“Is there something I can help you with?” I didn’t wait for Jordan to ask. His facial expression wasn’t giving anything away, and it pissed me off that I could never read him. “I’m here for a good time, and I’d like to get my night started.”

“You come into my club and disrupt my crew.” She waved around us, and sure enough, some of the girls working were staring. “Who are you?”