Page 10 of Trading Places

Fuck.

Chapter 5

Zari

Music thumps in the background as I wait for Drey. It’s another packed-out night, so I wonder what he wants to talk about.

I pull out my mirror and reapply my lipstick. He needs to hurry up because I have to meet up with my favorite side piece, Jaymeson. He eats my pussy for at least an hour and makes me come multiple times. Then when I’m satisfied, I put my strap on and fuck him through the mattress.

The door swings open. I start, “Took ya ass long—” My jaw clenches when I see Kye walking in arm in arm with Drey. My chest tightens.

What the hell is going on?

“Sis, doesn’t Drey look good with his new chain?” she says, touching his Cuban link.

Drey looks over at me. “I love jewelry,” he says with a smug grin.

This nigga gotta be crazy if he thinks he’s going to fuck around with me and my sister. I do a lot of stuff, but this is where I draw the line.

I cross my legs. “What is she doing here? The other day you said no.”

“We gotta move this shit three times this week, so we need Kye,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Need Kye? What the hell is going on? I rub my glossed lips together and force a smile.

I get up and close the door. I walk around them and stand in front of them. “So, what is she doing?” I ask, pressing my lips together. He’s gotta be doing this to get under my skin.

“I’m gonna be the special events coordinator. Getting birthday parties and shit booked here.”

I glare at them. “It’s a jazz club.”

“Right, but we can do whatever we want as long as product is being moved.”

I stare at Drey because I have no idea where this sudden change of heart is coming from. I fold my arms. “Alright.”

Kye moves in front of Drey and hugs him. She whispers something and giggles. “Thanks, Drey.”

He hugs her tightly, and then she walks out of the office. She waves. “Bye, sis.”

My jaw clenches as the door slams. I push him against the wall and my hand runs around his neck. “You fuckin’ on my sister, now?” I ask as my hand trails down his shirt, and I grab his dick in his jeans. I stroke it while looking into his eyes.

“Ion know what your fiancé into, but…” He picks me up and puts me on the desk. He pushes my legs open, and he cups my pussy. “I definitely ain’t him. You ain’t my bitch, so I can do whoever the fuck I want.”

Heat runs through me and I buck my hips against his hand. I’m not the type of woman to let a man toss me around. But this shit is turning me on.

“You only saying that cause you ain’t had my strap yet.”

Drey smacks my pussy and laughs. “That’s how you got your little bitch in line. You doing the bending, ain’t you?”

“You just scared you’d like it,” I say, leaning against his lips and kissing him full on. He’s doing way too much talking.

Drey shoves his tongue into my mouth and deepens the kiss. He pushes past my underwear and plays with my clit.

Fuck, I want him, but I push him off me. I grab his hand and push him down onto the couch. I straddle his lap and kiss his neck. I suck on it, wanting to make a mark. He ain’t going to do no double dipping. Once he has me, he won’t even look another way. Especially not at Kye.

“Pull it out,” I say, whispering against his neck.

I lift my body and look down at him sliding his gray pants down. His thick dick flops out.