Page 14 of Trading Places

“Kye booked a birthday.”

“But that’s the same night as the spoken word.”

“We gotta reschedule, then. You and Kye work that out,” I say.

She rolls her eyes. “You better not be running off to fuck her.” She crosses her arms across her chest.

“Now, who’s the jealous one?”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t wanna have to beat my sister’s ass and yours.”

“Don’t worry about it, second baby mama.”

She smirks. “Exactly why I’m not giving you my pussy.”

“Show me this fucking strap-on you keep bragging about.”

She jumps up giddy as fuck, and goes over to the dresser. She’s skipping all happy and shit.

She grabs a box and pulls out a brown, flesh-colored dildo. “I got this one for you.”

“Why are you into this?” I look down at this toy and then back at her.

“I like making niggas feel good,” she says, holding it up.

“Shit… Ion know about that.”

“Trust me, when you’re ready, I’m gonna make you come so many times. The male G-spot is in his ass.”

I kiss her on the lips. “So you say.”

Chapter 7

Zari

The moment I step into the jazz spot, the music’s so fucking loud. It thumps loudly in my ears. All the tables and lounge chairs are cleared out.

The dance floor is packed, and I see the usual girls move through the birthday party, being very discreet and selling the drugs through the server’s books. An untrained eye wouldn’t recognize it.

The vibe is definitely different. A DJ is in the corner playing a twerk mix. People are bumping and grinding to the music.

I clench my jaw; and I hate to admit it, maybe Kye can pull this shit off. Maybe I underestimated my little sister.

“Happy Virgo season!” the DJ yells into the microphone. He plays a go-go song that I don’t recognize, and everyone shouts the song lyrics.

“This place is packed, Zari,” Anthony says, holding my hand, leading me to the bar.

I look around to see an LED sign that says “Happy Birthday Alexis” in the corner of the other VIP lounge.

My dad’s VIP section is roped off.

There are more people here than at the spoken word night. Damn, I squint and see there are new plush couches for the birthday girl’s VIP section. Where the hell have I been? They did a lot in so little time.

“Yeah, it’s a good night,” I say, trailing behind him.

We get to the bar, and he orders my usual drink.

Hopefully, Drey is busy because I can’t entertain him at all. It’s not like he hasn’t been in my spot every night since he ate my pussy. Some nights we just chill and smoke.