Page 112 of Own It

As much as I wanted to write him off as just being trash, I couldn’t erase the shit Rakim had told me. Same time, I still didn’t like him.

“Rich As Fuck” by Lil Wayne blared from the elevated speakers inside of Canopy, the club within the Ferrari Hotel. It was Ayan’s after-party, and the shit was packed wall to wall.

The celebration had started shortly after the fight, but Rakim wanted to separate from the group and take me to dinner, which I was all for. Now, it was around two a.m., and we were ascending the stairs to get to the section everyone was in.

“Thought you muthafuckas weren’t coming!” Josias shouted out, greeting his brother and me.

“I ain’t want to,” Rakim mumbled, and I elbowed him in the side.

I felt eyes on me, and when I scanned the area, I saw it was not only LaMia watching me but Nate Godfrey as well. I gave a closed-mouth smile to the latter, but he kept surveilling me, stale faced like a damn creep.

“These wings.” Tarin tore into her chicken as we migrated closer to where she and Josias were seated.

“They look good,” I commented as my phone buzzed.

“I’m out!” Ayan barked and stormed past us all, leaving LaMia with her mouth agape and looking stupid. His father didn’t even look up from the young girl he was entertaining.

“What’s his problem?” Tarin asked, shoving a bunch of fries between her glossed lips.

“Mad about his interview after the fight. Nigga asked him if he thought he’d ever be better than Rah.” Josias shook his head, sighing. “Said he was leaving if the club let Rah in.”

“Oh.” Tarin shrugged, not giving a damn as I looked over at Rakim who seemed to be unbothered. I was sure he was used to Ayan’s antics when it came to him.

Kasia: He won I see. How is it?

Kasia: Sorry just got off work. It was crazy tonight.

Me: He did. It’s fine so far. No drama or issues. :)

I locked my phone as the song switched to “Sex With Me” by Rihanna. Waiting for Rakim to finish pouring cognac into his cup, I slid into his lap and began to grind my ass against him.

“She got this nigga smiling!” Josias guffawed along with Tarin and a few others that had been granted entry into the section.

I simpered but stayed focused on the task, feeling the way my man was bricking up under me. I sang along to Rihanna because this was my song, ignoring the way Tarin joined in as if we were besties.

Rakim put his drink down to caress my ass and hips, compelling me to get more into it. Gripping the edge of the table in front of us, I wound my ass even slower, matching the beat.

“You must be trying to get the fuck up out of here.” He pulled me upward, pressing my back into his chest as his deep voice penetrated my ear.

I giggled, still twirling to the way the song faded out as his big hands covered my breasts.

Craning my neck some, I kissed him, and when I turned away, I saw LaMia watching intently. She was so enthralled she hadn’t realized I’d seen her watching until it was too late.

My phone buzzed again, but since it was on the couch beside me and Rakim, everyone felt it. Tarin’s eyes darted down to see her archnemesis name on my screen, and I witnessed her become visibly angry.

“I knew you liked that stuck up ass bitch more than me!” She snapped as I grabbed my phone up. “It’s cool ’cause he don’t!” She pointed to Josias who looked like he was scared for his life at what would happen or be said.

“Is that what he told you?” I asked, typing out my response to Kasia and grinning.

“Baby.” Rakim patted my thigh, but I was annoyed with this bitch.

We hadn’t been here a full day, and she’d already made several comments about being better than Kasia because she was here with Josias and her baby mama-in-law wasn’t. I’d let it go every time because she just liked to run her mouth, but now, she was addressing me directly.

“Shut up, bitch!” She called out.

“Who you calling a bitch, bitch!” I barked back, feeling Rakim hug me tighter since I was leaning over to close the gap between me and this stupid ho.

“You, bitch!” She ascended and got all the way in my face.