Page 19 of Solace in Seven
I shot up to my feet. “Okay, first of all, everybody and they mama used to like that boy. The tea is, I’m the only one who was smart enough not to fall for his shit.”
“Girl, sit your self-righteous ass down! I may be fucked-up, but I recall you saying you wanted an honest, fine ass, successful nigga, right? I don’t know if the mothafucka is honest, but he can ball and he look good doing it,” Brielle declared, using my own words against me.
I plopped down in my seat and folded my arms across my chest. They didn’t know how right they were. Iwasliving under the same roof with abig assmillion-dollar dick. Little did they know, thoughts of him had been playing on mute in the back of my mind since my eyes collided with his on the plane. Then after seeing what the good Lord had blessed him with, I’d already fucked him every which way to Sunday in my mind. The dick looked too damn good not to fantasize about. I’d rehearsed what I’d do to him over and over again until I practically had it down to a science.
Lauryn gasped. “Oh shit, I’ve got an idea!”
I shook my head. “Whatever it is, no.”
“I need you to keep an open mind, Cass.”
“What is it?” I asked, rolling my disapproving eyes.
“We’re going out later tonight, right? You should invite him to come out with us!”
A scoff slipped past my lips. “What? No. Hell no! Why?”
“It would be good to see him! It’s not like I’m around when him and Mark ever link up. And girl, you know Donovan is a big fan.”
Shauna bobbed her head. “Hell yeah, Trey is too.”
“So not only do I have to suffer in my villa, but now you’re asking me to suffer through an entire outing with him just so y’all men can get their fangirl on?”
“Please? It is my birthday, remember?” Lauryn reminded me.
Brielle chimed in, “I mean, my nigga ain’t a big basketball fan, but honestly, I just want him to come so I can watch you squirm.” She chuckled, rubbing her butterscotch-colored shoulder against mine.
I kissed my teeth. “Whatever. I’ll ask, but I ain’t making no promises. And if the nigga says no, I’m not begging his ass.”
“That’s all I’m asking,” Lauryn agreed.
“Can we be done with nigga talk now and get back to these shots and fun shit?” I asked, before pouring myself another shot.
“Pour another round, then!” Brielle cheered.
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Hendrix
The loud growling of my stomach prompted me to step out of my room for a mid-afternoon trip to the kitchen. As soon as I popped around the corner, I saw Cassidy staring into the open refrigerator.
“Yo, you good?” I asked, watching her minimal gestures.
Deep in thought, she stood frozen, staring into the fridge with her ass hanging out of the bottom of her snow-white bikini bottom. I instantly sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, careful not to let anything obscene fall off my lips. Cassidy turned to face me, her eyes hazed from whatever she’d ingested.
“I’m so fuckin’ thirsty, but I can’t find anything to drink.”
My eyes narrowed as my neck cocked to the side. “You high?”
Her cat-shaped eyes widened. “Oh shit, you can tell?”
I roared with laughter. Her ass was fucked-up. “What the fuck did you do today?”
“Brielle had a weed brownie,” she confessed, “and I may have eaten some of said weed brownie on a boat…and washed it down with a few shots of tequila.”
I chuckled. She was cute when she was fucked-up. Definitely more tolerable. “Oh shit, y’all was lit. I ain’t know your girl was out here.”
