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Derrick smiled as he fed Taylor another strawberry, watching her lips wrap around the end of it before she bit into it. Damn he just enjoyed watching
her put things in her mouth…some things more than others. They were celebrating. Once he got finished planting the “whipped” bug in the
Kidd’s ear and Koi had dropped him back home, Derrick called Taylor. Sure, they’d probably spent too much of the weekend together, but he enjoyed
her company for the most part. And there was business to be discussed. Taylor still had a role to play in his quest for Devyn and tonight
seemed to be on a little bit of a roll. Koi was in the bag and Taylor was next. So they caught dinner at Spago, fucked that dinner off and
ended up here; naked, wrapped in the sheets, talking about nothing as they recuperated from the last few hours.
“...That’s cool though. It sounds like your sister is doing her thing-,” they’d started talking about their families. Derrick had opened that
door talking about Kendall and her recent admission to Columbia for grad school. His older sister could be hella annoying, but he was always proud of
her. It seemed Taylor felt the same way about hers...although not so much the annoying part. It was cute, the love he could hear in her voice when she
talked about her. He imagined that’s what Tony sounded like when he talked about him...This was nice. Derrick would be honest, he’d never thought
of Taylor as a person. Not that he didn’t know she was, but she’d always been “Taylor Westbrooks”. Groupie, jump off, bad bitch. He never
thought of her having an actual family and doing anything, but scheming on her next target in her free time. Part of him enjoyed getting to know her.
It was the part of him that had laughed with her at dinner and the part that was absentmindedly playing with the ends of her hair as she rested
against him...Another part of him knew she was a means to an end.
“The Kidd did his own version of an apology for dipping out on my birthday…” subject change. It was time to get to business. Know what little he
did about Taylor, if he had to guess, she was more than likely finished with Koi Kidd. After he’d disappeared with Devyn that night and played
Taylor completely to the left, she’d spent the night with Derrick. Of course Koi was a distant memory...but he couldn’t be if Taylor was going to
get him away from Devyn. She needed to want him.
A small stretch and Taylor's smiling lips met the strawberry Derrick was feeding her. It was fucking crazy how cute he could be when he tried. Damn,
was he trying? Because every thing seemed so natural...so chill. Taylor couldn't lie, she liked Derrick like this. Post coitus. When he got
done digging it out and they'd both had mind blowing...God. She was so blissed, giggling as she bit into the strawberry and chewed, settling
back into his arm as she listened to the bass in his voice, which was kind of what she'd been doing in the aftermath. Her listening to his and him
listening to hers...and dope conversation fell somewhere in between all of that. And that was the crazy thing. They were...talking. Which they'd
neglected to do the first time they'd hooked up after his party. Of course, that wasn't about talking. It was about...well, fucking. And forgetting,
which Taylor had successfully done...that entire weekend. Koi Kidd, who? Not that Derrick was the next target in her sights, but hey...he was
good distraction. Great even...
"Yeah, Bella hustles. For real." She said, taking the rest of the strawberry out of one of his hands as his other played in her hair. She could barely
believe that she'd talked to him about her older sister. Not because she didn't like talking about her older sister as she was proud as hell of her
ass. It was just...she was talking about her family with Derrick Davidson. And he was talking about his with her. Talk about a couple of things that
she never imagined happening. She opened up a little...and she never opened up. Mostly because she didn't share with niggas that weren't even
permanent. And most of them weren't because they didn't have the futures to stay that way. But Derrick got the information she never gave anyone.
Hmmm. She didn't mind listening to him talk about his family unit, though. They sounded...professional. His sister was going to grad school. His
parents were doctors. They were...the fucking Cosbys.
Taylor smiled at that thought as she bit into the rest of the strawberry, her body stretching and cuddling further underneath his arm. Hey, she was
comfortable. And after an hour or so of straight fucking, he still smelled like...hell, she didn't even know! Derrick kept surprising her.
From his absolute chill, to the conversation, to the way his skin always had some toe-curling, lip biting fragrance coming up off it. She didn't know
this side of Derrick Davidson. Maybe because she never really had a reason to know this side of him. He wasn't on the list of "NBA/NFL/MLB" hopefuls,
therefore he wasn't on the radar. But Taylor was thinking that might have been a bit of a flaw on her part...
The Kidd... Ugh. Really? Did Koi Kidd just come up in conversation? Sitting up further on the headboard that they'd nearly broken, Taylor
pulled the covers closer around her chest, her fingers running through her hair. She looked down at Derrick, their eyes meeting as she spoke.
"His own version? Oh...so that means he dipped on you again, huh?" She rolled her eyes, the sarcasm coating her voice.
Derrick allowed himself to sigh as Taylor’s smile faded and he allowed her to pull away from him. The mere mention of Koi was a turn off for her. He
got that. Because he sure as hell wasn’t too keen on talking about the Kidd right now either, but it was necessary. In a way, he’d fucked up. He
should never have fucked Taylor, because he knew how complicated things could get when sex got in the way. Especially with him needing to convince her
to sleep with someone else. Things were going to be twice as hard for him, because he’d been hard for her and that was a fuck up on his part. A
completely fixable fuck up, but a fuck up none the less...Hell, who knew? Maybe this weird bond they were making would help more than he thought.
He chuckled as Taylor’s disdain for Derrick’s subject change became apparent, her words biting. “Don’t be like that, Tay-,” Derrick reached
up a bit, his hand gently pushing hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear. “He’s a fucking idiot when it comes to women, but he can be a
good dude.” That was true shit. It was going to be tough convincing Taylor of the latter fact, but Derrick was determined. Like he’d said before,
he was on a fucking roll tonight and his wins weren’t stopping because Taylor couldn’t get over rejection that really didn’t mean shit. Koi was
high. He had to be if he was passing on Taylor...He could explain that to her.
Don't be like that?! About Koi Kidd? Why not? If there was a stupider mother fucker on the planet, Taylor didn't believe it because Koi had to be
"it". Because what logical nigga would look a sure thing straight in the face and go home with a possibility? And the way that Derrick had talked Koi
and Devyn up, it had always only been a possibility. Taylor thought different. There was no way that Koi wasn't fucking Devyn with the show
they put on at Derrick's party. But anything more with Devyn Devereaux was a joke. She was, how could Taylor put it...a fucking tease. The way she'd
been all in Derrick's face and then all in Koi's, leaving Derrick high and dry? Tease. The way that she was always sprawled across Dhonny Ross's lap?
Tease. And THAT shit was unfortunate because he was fine as fuck and Taylor'd heard that he had a fucking baby arm in his pants. But he wasn't a
baller. Shame.
Devyn Devereaux was a very hopeless cause but dumb niggas stuck on that booty didn't get that, now did they? She side-eyed Derrick at the thought,
knowing that despite the fact that he was princessing her up at the moment, he was one of those very unfortunate, dumb niggas. What...was the damn
appeal? Everything Devyn could do, Taylor could definitely do it better. She had the tits. Her ass sat. Her hair was hers and her pussy was good. So,
what the fuck was it? What had the same niggas that were marching in the "Taylor" parade changing directions? This common ass bitch? Please.
"Or nah. No...you know what? Yes. Yes I am." Taylor corrected the answer to Derrick's question, sucking her teeth as she pulled her hair up into a
tight knot...the way she did when she was irritated.
"And I don't understand why you aren't too..." Her voice drifted off as she looked down at him again. "Your boy walked off with Devyn and didn't look
back." Reality check. Derrick was so quick to forgive it seemed and he'd obviously had a mental relapse and forgot the shit that had played out in
front of both of their eyes.
"You know. Devyn? The girl that SHOULD be filling my space in this bed?" Her chin lifted defiantly as her comment struck a chord.
No...you know what…Yeah, he knew what. She was still pissed. Hell, he was still pissed. Not off of that one cockblock though. Koi and
Dhonny had been blocking him for far too long when it came to Devyn and he was sick of that shit. Taylor had been denied once. Derrick had been
dealing with Koi’s bullshit for two years now and he was over it. Devyn couldn’t even see all her options past those two assholes and no matter
how hard he tried making her see him, Koi and Dhonny were around to blind her again. It was all bullshit and he was pissed. But Taylor couldn’t know
that and he wasn’t going to admit to it. Derrick listened as Taylor went on, pretending she knew what was up and telling Derrick how he should be
feeling. How he really was feeling…Little did she know, she was also doing half his talking for him.
“Should she be here?” he turned away from her then, his eyes looking ahead as he continued. “I mean she’s book smart, she’s pretty
funny, and she got that ass that makes a nigga just want to…” he allowed himself to trail off, his hands squeezing the air in front of him. He
looked at Taylor then, her expression almost livid. Laughing he nudged her a little, “Come on Tay, I’m fucking with you. She’s cool but it’s
not like you can’t compete...”
The first lie. It was necessary, but Derrick preferred half truths to whole lies. Taylor couldn’t compete. Not to Derrick. Devyn should have been
the one he was feeding strawberries to right now. She should have been the one he had screaming his name on his birthday. Not that Taylor wasn’t
shit, but she wasn’t Devyn. Now for Koi, that wasn’t going to matter. Derrick was out to make damn sure of that.
“So you quitting on the Kidd? You letting her win?”
According to Derrick, Devyn probably should've been there. He didn't even have to say it. Taylor already knew. Poor motherfucker. He was as delusional
about the bitch as most of KPA was. And truth was...that was what Taylor was really fucked up about. It wasn't the party. It wasn't Koi Kidd. It
was Devyn. The bitch came in, stole all Taylor's shine and rubbed it in her face. Hate was a strong word, but Taylor would freely use it when it
came to Devyn. Once upon a fucking time, she was the thing niggas day dreamed about. She caught eyes on her worst days...because no bitch in the halls
of KPA compared to her. None. And now, she was laying in the bed with a nigga that she knew without a doubt saw Devyn's face when he was on top of
her. Whether the sex was good or not...and it was damn good, he still saw Devyn. And that had Taylor feeling some fucking type of way. Not like was
she was all the way jealous...but the feeling of "not good enough" always unnerved her. More than she would ever say...
Biting her lip, she watched Derrick's antics out of the corner of her eye, her nose flaring with every fucking characteristic about the oh-so-perfect
Devyn Devereaux he named off. Smart. Pretty. Funny...that ass... Before Taylor knew it, her eyes were dangerous slits, her eyes boring into
Derrick. He was playing...but she wasn't. He nudged her, laughing as he stopped his tirade, noticing the "pissed" on Taylor's face. ...but it's
not like you can't compete... Oh, so he thought she could hold her own against the great Devyn Devereaux? Well, that was news. Especially since
she was sure she was just his stand-in. But she wasn't... She wasn't anyone's fucking stand in. Not Devyn...not any girl in that school. She
was the originator at King's. Niggas truly believed her middle name was "fine as fuck" around that school and just because some bitch THOUGHT she
could compete, that didn't make it true.
"I don't have to compete..." Her voice was soft, but her words were cutting. She was making herself believe them.
"I'm prototype, boo. You can't compete with the original." She smirked at him, his next question hitting her.
"The fuck am I supposed to do if that nigga wants her? Drag him away from her fat ass, kicking and screaming. No thanks." She chuckled, her eye roll
dismissing Derrick...though the thought of coming in second to Devyn Devereaux AGAIN on her brain. Was she going to go down without a fight?
Devyn...was a knockoff and niggas were buying her like hot cakes. But that didn't her any realer.
"But...I will admit. I can't say the thought of one upping her?" She looked at Derrick, biting her lip as she nodded her head, the pleasure in
knocking Devyn off her stolen throne a promising idea.
Sometimes he felt bad for Taylor. When he really stopped and thought about how many niggas stopped talking about her and started talking about Devyn
when Devyn made her presence known? Taylor had lost a lot of her appeal...Being honest, Devyn had a little more to offer and he wasn’t just talking
about her ass. Devyn was smart and she didn’t mind people knowing it. She wasn’t to be shared and she couldn’t be bought. There was no mystery
to Taylor. Derrick knew flashing his black card and starting for the hurricanes was enough (not that he was yet) for her. Devyn was a different story.
She was a different breed. Taylor knew that shit too and that’s the real reason she’d been so interested in Koi. She just wanted to take
something from Devyn. Why else would she be after a guy that was KNOWN for his resistance to commitment. She was wasting her time with him. But to
Taylor it was worth it if it meant Devyn lost...Derrick knew that and he was going to feed off of it.
I don’t have to compete…Ha. Haha! That was why she was laying here next to Derrick and not being rushed out of Koi’s bed. She was right
about one thing though, she was the prototype. He’d been thinking it since Devyn stepped on the scene and replaced her. Taylor was definitely the
original King’s Prep bad girl and her being replaced didn’t mean she wasn’t still a prize to be won. Vintage rides were always something cute to
collect. But when it came down to it, everybody wanted new and improved shit.
Derrick’s thoughts paused as Taylor questioned him. He watched her roll her eyes and try to blow of her feelings of inadequacy and he frowned a
little. He felt weird about it...Knowing how she felt and playing on that...usually that was his thing. It was what he did to get what he wanted from
those that were…uncooperative. But for some reason he felt bad about it with Taylor...eh. Maybe it was something he ate…
“Well-,” Derrick paused, finally sitting up and facing Taylor full on. His hands went to the back of her thighs, quickly pulling them open and
towards him as their hips met again. He hovered over her now, one hand coming to rest on her hip as the other braced him against the headboard. “Do
it. Take what the fuck you want.” He leaned down then and kissed her. He wasn’t trying to start anything, but he and Taylor connected on a
“power” level. She liked having it and he was okay making her feel like she could take it from him.
Okay, so maybe the shit was petty. Taylor wanting Koi just to one-up his desperate lap bitch? Petty and ratchet. But lately, actions with those
descriptions were starting to feel necessary. Devyn didn't know what she walked into and snatched from Taylor. Options. Her fucking
livelihood, honestly. Not that she NEEDED a nigga to pay for her. She, her family? They still had ends. But in time, she wouldn't be living on her
Daddy's money and hopes and aspirations weren't gonna pay for her Birkin addiction, now were they? No. Which was why fixing her future was important
now. That was the game plan...and Devyn was a wrench in it. That bloated bitch ruined everything the second she waltzed into King's and now, she was
the diversion that needed to be moved and removed. And Koi...was the method of removal. It didn't take a genius to see that she had a thing for Koi.
Out of all of the dick she flirted with and teased up at King's, she still rolled with him. And Derrick and every other nigga at King's that still
tried to holla couldn't see it.
Derrick's hands on her thighs, opening them as his body moved between them broke her train of thought. She smiled, her bottom lip between her teeth as
he hovered over her. Well, shit. For a nigga that wanted Devyn like he wanted air, he didn't seem to be thinking about her as he spoke. Do
it. Oh. So, he was egging her on, was he? Take Koi. Take him. Take one for the fucking team. Take him so that Devyn will finally realize that she
never had him in the first place because, obviously, Taylor ran shit. She felt her heart speed as Derrick's lips twisted into hers, a unintentional
moan slipping out as he pulled away.
"Do I do better, Derrick?" She purred, her fingers linking together behind his neck, her hips rolled into him, legs tightening against his sides. She
felt his skin against hers, his hand tightening on her thigh, the only thing between them was space and...a hell of a lot of opportunity. Shit, they'd
gone at it for so long, she thought she'd had her fill. Apparently not, his closeness meaning more and more with every second she breathed him in.
"Or...do I do it just good enough to keep Koi distracted?" She pulled him closer to her, her lips hitting his earlobe.
"I see you Derrick Davidson." She giggled, her finger tips raking against the nape of his neck. "You want her so bad...don't you?"
Derrick could go again. Digging Taylor out wasn’t something he could imagine anyone passing up and if he hadn’t have seen it done with his own two
eyes, he never would have believed it. Koi was a fucking fool. Even if he was hitting Devyn (which Derrick knew couldn’t be true), surely fucking
Taylor wasn’t something that would fuck up their “friendship”. Koi Kidd didn’t do relationships right? Derrick knew for a FACT he wasn’t
doing one with Devyn, so what the hell was his problem? Whatever it was, it was causing him to miss out, Taylor’s moan hitting his ears and sending
a shudder through him. Fuck… He needed to focus. She was saying things; that could help.
Do I do better…Nah. That was a question that would go ignored because he wouldn’t lie to her. Sure, he’d never had Devyn, but there was
something about her that screamed quality. Derrick was sure there was nothing Taylor could do better than Devyn Devereaux.He leaned down
again, his lips covering hers again as her thighs tightened around him. He allowed himself to groan a bit, the urge to strap up and start round two
making his thoughts a little fuzzy. Focus…
“Fuck Koi-,” Figuratively and literally. Yes, he wanted Taylor to fuck Koi, but fuck him. “This isn’t about Koi and it isn’t about me.”
Derrick’s head went down again, kissing her lips quickly before moving to her neck. He sucked at her there, tasting the skin he had been for the
last few hours and wanting her just as much as he had before. “It’s about you and her-,” he spoke into her neck but he pulled away to make his
point to her. He needed her paying attention. His eyes locked on hers as he finished.
“The real question is do you think I do it good enough to keep Devyn distracted?”
And of course, Derrick avoided Taylor's questions...or at least all of the ones that involved Devyn. Typical. A nigga in love, she guessed,
considering that the only time he really opened up about Devyn was when he was drunk and coked off his ass. She got it though. He couldn't let the
sensitive side show. Good, because she wasn't there for sensitive. She was there for...fuck, why was she there. Oh. That was it. Fuck. Which
she did and was about to do again the way Derrick was eyeing her...the way she was feeling him. And the funny thing was all this talk of Devyn and
Koi? It wasn't a block at all. It kind of made her...hotter. Her ruining whatever Devyn THOUGHT she was one day going to have with Koi "he don't wife
em'" Kidd? The look on Devyn's face when she realized it was Taylor who took him? The move to never fuck with Taylor or her shit again? It turned her
on and the way Derrick was talking only made her more ready. Even if he was avoiding, he was paying enough attention to what made Taylor purr. And in
the grand scheme of things? In that moment? That was all that mother fucking mattered.
"Oh!" She feigned surprise at Derrick's words, pursing her smiling lips against his kiss. Wait. It wasn't about Koi? But wasn't that what he'd been
hinting at? Taking Koi from Devyn. Proving that Devyn wasn't shit compared to her. Rubbing her "head bitch" in that lower bitch's face? It's about
you and her... Her and Devyn? The fuck did Taylor need to know or care about that bitch except for how to finally get her back on her own
level...which was below Taylor, of course.
Was he good enough? To keep Devyn distracted? Now that was a question, especially since it probably wasn't just about Koi's dick in the first place.
Not that Koi's dick wasn't special. Taylor heard about those rumors too and the nigga knew his way around a pussy. But...for Devyn Devereaux's hungry
ass, it was about...him. Derrick knew how to put a bitch to sleep, wake her up and do it again. But could he be enough of a Koi stand in to keep Devyn
away from him long enough for Taylor to take her place?
"Now that...I don't know. You're good, Derrick. Great even..." She pulled at him again, wanting him to close the space that he'd made between them,
his eyes staring into hers.
"...but she's so far up Koi's ass, you're gonna have to dislodge her first." Taylor said darkly, her fingers unhooking when her resisted her pull, her
hands running down his chest and further down to his waist. She pulled herself up, her chest pressing against his, her hands slipping down further as
she teased his hips, pulling them closer into her.
"That is...if she's not in her emotions about your boy..." Her hips started a slow grind into him, her lips pressing against his chin.
Derrick stopped, his brow furrowing with her response to his question…The fuck did she mean she didn’t know?! The only thing he needed to
do was get her the fuck away from Koi. Once that shit was done they would be too. He didn’t know what the fuck it was that had Devyn going back to
Koi after his multiple fuck ups, but whatever it was, Derrick could do it better. He could be better. Devyn didn’t know it yet, but she
needed Derrick. Derrick was the man that would take her to the next level. He had the money, the grades, a fucking future for Christ’s sake! Koi was
nothing now and he would never be more than that. She was wasting her time with Koi because he would never be half the man Derrick was.
He pulled roughly away from Taylor, her body returning to the bed below them as he came to sit on the edge away from her. Theatrics. He was tired of
the bullshit and listening to her doubt Devyn’s interest in him. Maybe just a little of the emotion he was playing was real, but he was more annoyed
than what he was about to feign with Taylor.
“Fuck that. She’s not in her emotions about him…” he paused, his hand running over his fade as he sighed, his eyes finding the ground. He let
that silence linger a bit, really trying to sell how in his emotions he was supposed to be. “I done talking about her. I told you in the
club and I’ll tell you again, I’m here to give you what you want. If it’s not knocking Devyn on her ass, tell me that and we can dead the
shit.” He was bluffing. Would Taylor call him on it? Probably. Maybe he needed to be more direct.
Taylor laughed as Derrick pulled away from her, obviously in his feelings. God. So, he was choosing THAT moment to grow a pussy? Couldn't he wait
after he made her nut? Because that's where all that grinding and kissing was headed right? She guessed not. Ugh. Taylor knew this "bitch
fit" was coming...because she knew just how up Devyn's ass Derrick truly was, no matter how much he didn't want her to see it. Well, she saw it as he
moved to the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge. She scoffed loudly as she slid lower in the bed, propping her arm on the pillow as she leaned
on it, watching his temper tantrum...listening to him deny the truth that almost everyone could see. Everyone, except him. Devyn was tied up in the
Kidd. She teased and flirted, but when it came down to it, Koi was her focus. No bitch kept that much time around a nigga without catching some kind
of feelings for him. From what Taylor could see, the bitch's life revolved around his ass. But Derrick didn't want to see the truth, Taylor guessed.
Was it just Taylor or was she surrounded by the most delusional mother fuckers on the planet?
"Okay nigga..." She muttered, her eyes on his back. She shook her head as silence settled between them. Oh, he was done talking about her? Okay, shit
so was she. Taylor was over talking about Koi too. Fuck them both. When it came down to it, wasn't that really what they wanted? Taylor wanted that
permanent smile on Devyn's pretty, smug ass face and Derrick wanted to steal the girl right from under his supposed "nigga". Fuck them.
Taylor unraveled her hair, letting it fall shoulders as she pulled her legs from under the covers. She moved on her knees to the spot where Derrick
sat, his question hanging in the air. We working together on this or not? She didn't respond as sat behind him on her knees, her arms
wrapping around his waist as her legs closed around his sides. Her chest pressed against his back as her lips touched his neck, sucking the skin
there.
"You done pussying up?" She whispered, placing another kiss on his neck. Her arms tightened around him as he moved.
Taylor was fine as hell. From the time they’d spent together, Derrick knew she could be fun as hell...She could also be annoying as all fuck! All
this talk abou he and Devyn and their inevitable relationship wasn’t her concern. She didn’t need to worry about Derrick and his dealings with
Devyn. All she needed to do was keep Koi occupied. Koi was her business; Devyn was not; Derrick was not. All he needed Taylor to do was stay in her
fucking lane and lay her part. The talk they were having now? Wearing on his last nerve, but not for the reasons he was letting her think.
He heard her words, yes, but none of them really affected him. None of what she was saying was true. It couldn’t be. Devyn didn’t have
feelings for Koi. Sure, they were cool, but Derrick could not wrap his head around it being any more than that. Not Devyn. She knew better
than that. She was much better than than Koi Kidd…
Taylor’s words broke his train of thought, her body at his back as she wrapped herself around him. You already know I’m in…That’s
what the fuck he wanted to hear. He let a smirk hit his lips, one of his hands taking her wrist as he loosened her grip on him. His lips met hers as
she allowed him to face her. Derrick lingered there before beginning a trail of kisses. Lips….neck…His kiss became a lick as he came to
the valley of her breasts going over her stomach…God, she tasted amazing…
And he wasn’t going to stop tasting her until he had his fill.
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