It had been eight days. Eight days and they had barely spoken a word to one another outside of class. No phone calls, no texts, hell not even a
mention on twitter in eight days. She was missing him so much, but she knew they needed space after...what happened. Neither of them knew what to say
about the pregnancy scare so they did when they usually didn’t know what to say. They avoided it. They avoided each other. But not tonight.
Dev was not about to go through Derrick’s birthday party without some kind of buffer. Dhonny had given her a smooth ‘hell no’ when she asked if
he was going and Miyu didn’t fuck with Derrick like that either so Devyn knew not to even ask her. He was Koi’s friend. Koi was her...something,
so maybe they could just go together. She had suggested it in their Chem class, riding to the party together. She’d assumed Koi wasn’t going to be
ready for it but he surprised her.
And he still was as they stepped beyond the velvet rope of the VIP, his hands on her hips as he walked behind her still telling her how good she looked. He was obviously on one, but Devyn couldn’t lie, she had taken a minute to get herself right before meeting him at his place
too. Nothing like a mild high to help in ignoring how awkward a situation was...but it really hadn’t been and for that she was grateful...She
didn’t know, maybe they were getting back to normal quicker than she thought...maybe the “not baby” wasn’t as big a thing for him since it
wasn’t really happening. She didn’t know, nor did she need to. All she needed to do was have a good time with the kid like shit between them
wasn’t strained.
She laughed a little as he half-yelled over the music about what he was trying to do once this party was over. Were they there yet? Back
to…them after being scared off by a faux pregnancy? Hell, if he thought so, she could get there too. Devyn laughed again as she slipped a
hand behind her back, between the two of them, “What if I’m not trying to wait until after?” Ha. As if he would give anybody at this party the
satisfaction of turning a rumor into fact. She was teasing. And it was probably going to be a long night of it.
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
No matter how annoying the night was bound to be, Koi was happy he let Devyn convince him to go out...especially with as fly as she looked that night.
Characteristically flawless. Even after eight days of not seeing her, not hearing from her...missing the shit out of her, Koi didn't forget
how badd she was. Her dress was fitting her like it was painted on her skin and that made the trip to the Rex worth it. Not like the Rex was never
worth Koi's time. It was the hottest club on King and it was his boy's birthday. The night was going to be crazy. Even still...he hadn't been feelin'
it. Derrick was his dude, but he didn't mind sitting in his room with the door closed, laying on his ass the entire night. The past days had taken
their toll on him and he was...tired? Was that really the word? All of the drama with almost going half on a baby with his best friend and the
thoughts about what that shit really meant that exhausted him. Made him tired enough to nearly bail on Derrick. Bail on a lot more shit, honestly. He
just...wanted the thoughts to stop.
And when Devyn called, asking him to get up and go with her to Derrick's party, they looked like they were about to have to. She was over everything
that had happened...or almost happened between them, so why couldn't he be over it? He could quit all the Drake-assed emotions, pop a couple of
fuckin' Percs, get his ass dressed and get out the fuckin' house.
"Dev-baby..." He said over the music as they waited to cross the velvet rope into the VIP where Derrick's party was being held, his hands pulling
Devyn's hips closer to his own. The feeling of that round, perfect ass against him had him feeling almost higher than the Perc.
"...that dress is right. You wore that for me didn't you?" His voice faltered as his tongue teased her earlobe and they crossed over into the VIP
area. The corners of his mouth curled up as he heard the last bit of her giggle before the music drowned her out.
The party was pretty nice in the VIP area. All sorts of alcohol pouring down under aged throats, money from "daddy's wallet" flying out at the private
show (probably featuring a couple of girls from The Orchid) going on in what Koi could only guess was Derrick's booth and a shitload of people that
Koi had never seen before were grindin' the hell out of each other in whatever space was left. The party was going on all around them, but Koi
couldn't really pay attention to it as he and Devyn were ready to start a party of their own.
"You know you gettin' this dick when we leave right?" He spoke again, the music nearly muting out his words. But he knew Devyn heard him, her laughing
face illuminated through the flashing lights as she reached between them and...mmm. Her hand spoke louder than her words had as Koi felt
himself jump beneath her touch. He licked his lips, his hands moving from her hips to her thighs as he pressed her closer. He wasn't up his own ass,
but he knew that as soon as niggas noticed he and Devyn, the looks and the whispers would start. So while he could, he was for damn sure gonna get in
what he could fit in...
"Look at you. Talking that shit. You backin' it up?" His nuzzled her neck, his hands pulling at her, fingertips making their way to the edge of the
bottom of her dress.
Derrick couldn’t really even see straight with all the shit he was on right now. He had started trying to keep count of the drinks, but at one point
somebody passed him that bottle of SoCo and he just took it to the head. Not to mention that line he’d done off that nameless chick’s stomach a
little while ago. Hell, he was surprised he was standing up, let alone speaking to his guests as they arrived. “Happy Birthday” this, “This
party is live” that. All great reviews, but none of them coming from the mouth he was looking for…Derrick had come to his party with Katrina Pace.
Excellent rack, perfect ass, cute face. She talked a little too much for Derrick’s liking, but she was worthy enough. Not as worthy as
Devyn though.
She had promised she’d be here tonight. Her and Koi had been on the outs for about a week now and Derrick figured he had his in with his birthday.
Who didn’t try to please a nigga on his birthday? Katrina sure as hell had. But he didn’t plan on leaving with Katrina. Devyn was end game and he
was ready to pull out every last stop to help her make the right decision. So yeah. Maybe he had been waiting on her to get here. Maybe he had been
watching the entrance to the VIP in between bending bitches over to the right song. And maybe he did smile a little when she finally did step foot in
the spot, looking good enough to fucking eat. God, was he trying to eat…
Setting his drink on the table in front of him he stood up and closed the short distance between his private section and where she was standing…a
little too close to him. “Dev, babe. Glad you could make it-,” he spoke as he approached, seeming to break up Koi’s little game of
probably unwanted “grab ass”. He pulled Devyn away from Koi and into a hug, his arm wrapping around her waist...Damn she even smelled
delicious...
“And Kidd!” Pulled away he dapped up Koi. Him being there wasn’t an issue. Devyn was still going home with Derrick and Koi would be
kept...otherwise occupied. He wasn’t worried ‘bout nothing.
The party slipped away around them. Sounds, colors, sounds...nothing existed. Shit was disappearing like it always did when Koi wrapped himself up in
Devyn. The pills he'd dropped earlier couldn't have compared to the mute that came with her. All he needed was her body melding into his and there he
went...off into the high that was always hers. He felt her hand rubbing at him through the fabric of his pants and with no filter and no fucking
inhibitions, he could've fucked her right there. Middle of the floor shit. Not giving a fuck who was watching or what anyone found out. Fuck what they
knew...he wanted her. And he told her so, his voice low but audible over the music. His fingers slipped underneath the hem of her dress, skin meeting
his touch. He let his hand grasp a generous amount...although she had plenty ass left over. He smile softly as his nuzzle turned into soft kisses on
her skin and...
Dev, babe.
Derrick? When the fuck did he leave his table? Koi felt Devyn push him away, her hand smoothing her dress as Derrick pulled her in for a hug. Koi's
eyes went to Derrick's hand on her waist, his eyes slowly moving up to his boy's smiling face. He forced a smile, too...hoping that the annoyance at
Derrick's presence didn't show.
"Whaddup." He dapped his boy and pulled him into a hug. "Happy Birthday, nigga." Before he caught himself, his hand went around Devyn's waist
again...and slid down to her ass.
"I gotta say..." He said, looking around the vip. "You outdid yourself, boy."
Ugh! Now?! She could already feel Koi’s fingers swimming in her wet and he had just started tickling her thighs. Was she ready to let him play with
it right here? Hell yeah. She didn’t give a fuck what anybody thought about it and she knew he didn’t. Hell, if they could, Dev was in
for going back to his car and getting in a quick fuck session before they tried this party again. Devyn fought off an eye roll and forced a smile for
the birthday boy. “Happy Birthday, boo!” She allowed Derrick to envelope her in a hug, his body pressing into hers a little awkwardly as he tried
to get closer than she wanted him to be. Okay...
She stepped aside a bit as Derrick and Koi greeted one another and allowed herself to take in the scene she hadn’t when she had been
preoccupied with Koi. Kids she knew, some she didn’t. All of them in various forms of debauchery that she was sure she would be a part of
later tonight. It was going to be a wild one and she wasn’t complaining. She also didn’t have time to think about it as a sudden hand at her waist
brought their conversation back into focus...and then a sliding hand to her ass threatened to pull her away again. Koi knew she couldn’t focus when
he was fucking with her. In an easy motion, Dev’s hand found his and put it back on her hip. She wasn’t for the whispers and the questions
tonight. She was just trying to party.
“So, I’m trying to get twisted-,” she said to Derrick with a sweet smile. “Wassup?”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
That well placed hand gave a well placed squeeze as Koi looked down at Devyn, his teeth biting at his lower lip. Okay, so maybe he was fucking with
her, but something had him OVER hiding shit like they normally did. Maybe it was that perc in his system giving him the chill that usually eluded him
when it came to what people believed was going on between he and Devyn. He really didn't give a fuck that night...which was clearly obvious in how
easily his palm found Devyn's ass. Not like it was a foreign journey as his hands found themselves below her waist more than he really needed to say.
But that night, he didn't give a damn who saw him take the journey...not even Derrick. Which honestly didn't matter because Derrick was so busy
staring at Devyn's face that Koi wasn't really sure he'd seen it in the first place...you know, before Devyn grabbed his hand and moved it back north.
He rolled his eyes as he let her place his hand back on her waist, her voice going syrupy as she cased the vip and asked Derrick what there was to
really get into. Koi couldn't help but perk up at that question as Derrick started talking about some drug buffet he'd set up on the other side of the
vip. Koi rolled his eyes, which went completely unnoticed as his boy's attention wasn't leaving Devyn for a second.
His eyes searched the place, hoping that he would see a familiar face as it was obvious that Derrick was focusing his attention on Devyn...which Koi
could understand. The dress she had on would catch anyone's attention and as good Devyn looked that night? Derrick didn't have a chance.
Of course Miyu and Dhonny weren't there. Miyu wasn't a fan of Derrick and Dhonny flat out hated him. There were some familiar faces from other crews
at KPA, a couple of kids that Koi recognized from AJW that partied with the King's Prep kids...what looked like a couple of KRU kids...and...
Taylor fucking Westbrooks
Her eye caught Koi's the moment he looked in her direction...which made him think that she'd been staring at he and Devyn from the second they walked
through the door. He stare was kind of intense and her body was unmissable in the white, fitted dress she wore. Koi nodded to her, a silent hello to
break her stare. But she kept staring, the corner of her full lips lifting in a soft smile. Koi's eyes widened uncomfortably before he looked
away...the feeling to look back pulling at him.
Oh she was trying to get twisted? That shit he could handle. Having doctors for parents was good for more than an allowance. He smirked at her as his
hand found hers and she allowed him to take it. “Follow me, babe. I got all you could ever ask for.” It was true. He had scripts for days. Uppers,
downers, shit that hadn’t seen the market in decades, shit that wasn’t going to hit the market for months, weed, blow, ex...he had it all, and
Devyn could literally pick her poison. Keeping her happy was priority number one for the night. Priority number two was getting rid of her cock block
best friend.
Derrick had gotten Taylor to this party just in case the Kidd decided to show up. Koi had been MIA from most shit the last few days, obviously over
shit with Devyn, but Derrick somehow knew that if Dev was at this party, either him or Dhruv would be here to trip him the fuck up with Devyn. Not
tonight. Derrick hadn’t spotted Taylor since she got here about a half an hour ago, but he knew she was lurking. He just needed her to do her
fucking thing.
“Please, sit-,” Derrick smiled a bit as he let Koi and Devyn slide into his booth before allowing himself to slide in after her. His eyes didn’t
leave hers and he put three fingers in the air, “First of all we’re going to get you a drink-, his smile grew wider as hers did and he continued,
“then you can tell me what we’re talking about. I, of course, have ‘old reliable’.” Derrick reached for the joint behind his ear, handing it
to her. The finest Pineapple Haze money could buy. “I can also get you whatever you’re into. Percs, mollys, ex...just let me know. You-,” he
said his attention finally turning to Koi, however briefly. “You are ‘bout to do this line with me Kidd! When I tell you this shit is the purest
Columbian blow you have ever done, I am not fucking lying!” Derrick laughed as he produced a small bag of white powder from his pocket and tossed it to Koi.
They were all getting fucked up, but Koi being fucked up was imperative. Fucked up Koi made bad decisions. Bad decisions like leaving Devyn Deveraux
for Taylor Westbrooks.
Taylor's body moved in time to the slow jam that the DJ was fucking partygoers up with, the sweet kush between her fingers going to her lips. She
could feel eyes on her as she released the thick, billowing smoke into the air, clouding the space around her. She wound her hips to the hypnotic beat
and ran her free hand through her hair, the weed in her system doing what it always did. Made her fucking horny. And to her disappointment,
there was no one at that motherfucking party worth the damn time. Sure, most of the basketball team had showed up, some of the football players did
too. Even some of those little hood asses from AJW's "exemplary" athletic department were there, but she'd been there for nearly an hour and she still
hadn't run into the only person she really wanted to see there. The one she'd come for.
Koi Kidd. Where was he? Derrick said he would be there and honestly, that was the only reason why she'd gotten dressed and made an appearance in the first place, not even thinking that it could be a waste of her time. Which it had been as Taylor waited for
no one. Niggas waited for her. NOT the other way around. Yet, here she was. By herself...dancing in the middle of the floor so that he'd have a good
view of her when he finally decided to show up. IF he showed up. She should've never trusted Derrick Davidson's ass in the first place. He probably
lied his ass off about Koi being there just to get her in the place, anyway. Because everyone knew that Koi had been absent from every "social" thing
for the past week. And Taylor could bet on every fucking penny she spent on her tit job that it had something to do with that mother fucking Devyn
Devereaux. Also known as "Taylor's Pussy Block". UGH. Well...at least the weed was good...
Thank God. Just as Taylor looked toward the entrance of the VIP, there he was...with her. Great. Well. Everything couldn't be
perfect. But what was? The fact that Koi's ass had actually shown up and Taylor's party could get started, for real. Taking a long toke from the J in
her hand, she watched Koi and Devyn walk in...of course all over each other. That could be remedied. Taylor knew what half of KPA knew. They were
obviously fuckin'. But who could blame Koi? He didn't know he had better options. He'd learn today.
Taylor watched Derrick walk over and take them to his booth, The Playground or some shit. Taylor didn't care what it was called...she knew what it
meant. Koi was about to get fucked up, his judgement was about to get crazy like it always did when he was, what did he like to call it? Oh yeah,
"chemically elevated". And Taylor would be right there when it did.
Devyn let Derrick take her hand and lead her through the VIP to his booth. She could already tell this was going to be one of those nights where she
was watching his hands and telling him to do the same. When she and Koi had been out for that year after Christmas, Derrick had been so far up her
ass. Appearing at every party she showed up to, trying his damnedest to talk to her in the halls and during lunch...it might have been cute how hard
he was trying if it hadn’t been so…desperate. That was the thing with Derrick, he never did anything half assed which could be both good
and bad. This party? Good. His chasing after a girl that obviously wasn’t into him? Bad. So bad. He was always just so EXTRA. Not once had Derrick
simply asked Devyn on a date. He would leave “gifts” in her locker; flowers, candy, whatever, with some sappy poem excerpt he took the time to
hand write. Like she said, it might have been cute if he wasn’t so fucking creepy about it. Devyn wasn’t that kind of girl. All a man really had
to do was talk to her...
And here they were yet again. With Derrick trying far too hard to impress her. It was his night though. Devyn wasn’t going to shit on him on his
birthday, so she smiled as he ordered the three of them drinks and listened as he tried to sus out what she meant by twisted. His first guess had been
the right one, producing a joint that was so perfectly rolled Devyn knew he hadn’t done it himself. She took that from him, but he kept talking
offering her...nah...Devyn didn’t do pills. She didn’t do pills, dope, crack, powder, nothing that wasn’t bud. She tried to keep a
straight face as she opened her mouth to tell him just that, but Derrick was on to the next thing before she could.
...You are ‘bout to do this line with me Kidd.
Woah, what? Time seemed to slow as Derrick tossed Koi a bag of the shit that had had a huge hand in fucking up her family. Her dad pushed it, her mom
did it...among other things. No. No, she didn’t want to be here for this. She knew she couldn’t ask Koi not to do it. Not only would she look like
a fucking lame, it would lead to questions about why and she hadn’t told him. Devyn had never told Koi how her mother died. He didn’t know she’d
ODed. On coke...So no, she couldn’t stop him, but she also didn’t have to stay and watch him do it.
“Derrick, move-,” her voice cracked a little and she cleared her throat. He asked her if she was okay and she just nodded, “yeah, just...I see
somebody I know-,” she was lying. She didn’t see shit, but she didn’t want to see what was coming next. Devyn slipped out of the booth as
Derrick stood up to let her out. “You guys...do whatever.I’ll be back.”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Sliding into the booth that Derrick kept calling The Playground (what kind of fuck shit was that), Koi got comfortable, his long arms resting on the
back of the booth. Devyn slid in beside him, her body falling underneath his arm...only to be pushed closer to him by Derrick sliding in next to her.
He smiled down at her, his fingers lazily playing with the strands of her hair. If the party went like this for the rest of the night, Koi would've
been satisfied. A nice fuckin' chill, his bae under his arm and the prospect of back breaking, hair pulling, name screaming sex at the end of the
night. He liked the sound of that. If only things were that simple...which apparently they weren't as Derrick laid into Devyn with a shitload of
unnecessary details about his drug booth. Koi's smile faltered as Devyn looked away, her attention going straight to the birthday boy as he named
every pharmaceutical in the damn medical dictionary. Koi sighed as he tuned the conversation out, kind of annoyed at the way evening was actually
turning out. Not that Derrick didn't deserve to be the center of attention. Shit, it was his birthday. Everyone deserved the limelight on their
birthday. It was...the way he was doing it. Like a desperate asshole. The crazy thing is that it wasn't anything out of the norm. Derrick was
always extra. He needed the attention. So, what the fuck had Koi so annoyed with his boy that night?
You-
Who him? Oh! Koi existed again. That was good to know. Slowly, Koi turned back to Derrick in time enough to catch the small baggy that Derrick had
tossed his way. He turned it over in his hand, looking at the half full, tiny plastic bag. Koi's smile returned as he lifted the bag between his
fingers, shaking the contents lightly. He didn't need Derrick to tell him what he was holding. The shit in that bag? It gave the night a fucking
silver lining.
"Nigga. You didn't..." He said, laughing as he bit his lip and reached across Devyn, dapping Derrick off. The temporary jubilation was interrupted by
Devyn standing up beside him, her body moving past Derrick and out of the booth, her words hurried. Before Koi could grab her wrist, she'd cleared the
table. The fuck was that about? Koi looked in her direction as he handed the bag back to Derrick. The question in his eyes was apparent, but he didn't
think about it too hard. Devyn partied but he hadn't seen her do anything outside smoke. It probably wasn't her thing...yet. Koi would educate her
when she got a couple more drinks in her. Get her to do a rail when she was nice and loose on the 100-proof Derrick had hooked her up with.
Koi's attention went back to Derrick and the work of art he was setting up on the table top. The nigga couldn't roll a blunt to save his fucking life,
but he could set up some fucking lines like a pro.
Where was she going? Derrick felt his face falter as Dev stood up and asked him to move so she could get out. What was this shit about? Weren’t they
just talking about getting fucked up together? Had Derrick not laid out the Holy Grail of drug options for her to choose from? Was she really leaving
that shit behind because she “saw somebody”? Who the fuck could be more important than him on his fucking birthday? He might have asked, but he
knew that wouldn’t go over well so he came up with a different question. “You sure you iight?” Because with how she was talking and the way she
was basically running away from the table, Derrick couldn’t be sure. She nodded again before telling he and Koi that she would be back and
disappearing into the crowd. Hm...whatever. This was actually a perfect opportunity to get Koi set up in more ways than one.
“What you think that shit was about?” Derrick asked, his attention turning back to the Kidd. Koi had set the bag on the table so Derrick assumed
it was his to line up. He spread the contents of the bag on the table in front of them and pulled his Black Card from his wallet. His hands went to
work lining things up and his mouth was doing the same. “Y’know Taylor’s around here somewhere...She asked me about you when she got here.” He
was sort of lying. He’d seen Taylor and she’d wished him a happy birthday and everything, but she hadn’t brought Koi up. Not that night
anyway...but did she really have to? It had been her first question when he even mentioned the party to her and it was common knowledge that Koi was
chosen. They both knew who Taylor was here for and birthday or not, Derrick knew it wasn’t him. And he was perfectly fine with that. Because
tonight, he wasn’t here for her. Koi would be though.
“I thought you would’ve walked in with her. I know you and Dev been having a little trouble in homie paradise-,” he nudged Koi a little as he
laughed, leaning away from the table. Five perfectly laid rails and enough blow to lay five more when they were finished. “Go head, bruh. You’re
two lines and countless drinks behind, nigga.” Derrick laughed again as that lie easily rolled off his lips. He had done one line without Koi. And
if he was being real, it was so long ago he barely felt it anymore. He was due for another, but for every one he did, his boy needed to be doing two.
This was some bullshit. Another pull from the quickly disappearing blunt said that Taylor was getting restless. First of all, she was dressed to a
fucking "T". Thirsty niggas had been proving that fact the second she walked past the velvet rope. Mouths dropped open and watered. Lips were licked.
Dirty thoughts were had. And yet...no play. Because the thing that wasn't supposed to happen, HAD. Koi had walked through the door with that shadow of
a slut, Devyn Devereaux. Her name had come up in Taylor's thoughts twice that night and that was MORE than enough. Her pointless ass. Why did she hang
around Koi again? Oh, for the rare dick that he gave to her instead of Taylor. He didn't title her. He just fucked her. Or at least those were the
rumors...that Taylor totally believed the way Devyn was all up on his damn dick when they walked through the door. Weren't they supposed to be in the
middle of one of their "friend fights" which just meant that Koi had gotten sick of that ass and needed a reprise. Yet, he never looked Taylor up.
Again...that could be remedied.
Taylor dropped the rest of the nub of a blunt between her fingers on the ground and snubbed it out with the toe of her heel. Things were looking
pointless as she watched Koi and his groupie at Derrick's table...until...what was this? Devyn was leaving? Yas. GAWD. Apparently she was
about to get some kind of damn favor as the only thing that could keep Koi's head busy the entire night (besides the line that he was about to snort
up his nose) was distancing herself and leaving a space vacated at the table JUST for Taylor.
As quick as she could, she opened her clutch, pulled out her bottle of perfume, spritzed her wrists, made sure her ladies were sitting in the
perfection she had on and popped a piece of gum. She was on a mission and there was no way she was fucking it up by smelling like everyone's scent.
She wanted him to remember Taylor. Her walk, her smell...fuck, even the sound of her laugh. By the end of the night, she was going to be so etched in
his damn mind that there would be NO room for anything "Devyn" related.
Walking over to the booth, she watched Derrick line up the blow with the Black Card that probably paid for the entire party (and got him an point in
Taylor's book). She leaned over the side of the booth and Derrick on his shoulder just as Koi went in for a line.
"Hey Birthday Boy..." She purred. And even though she was talking to Derrick, her eyes were on Koi.
"Make some room for me, yeah?" With a sweet smile, she moved without an answer. It went unsaid...everyone wanted Taylor at their booth. Derrick slid
over as she sat beside him, her smile unwavering.
Were the gods watching him or something? How did they know exactly when to send what he needed? Or in this case, who he needed. Derrick
smiled as Koi went in for his first line of the night and that smile grew wider as Taylor’s voice hit his ear in the sweetest purr. Damn, her
voice was fucking sex… Derrick licked his lips as she invited herself into the booth. Hell, if she hadn’t have moved so fast on the seat, he
would have gotten up so she could be next to the Kidd. On a regular night, Derrick might have turned on the charm and stole Taylor’s attention. WIth
the way her tits were sitting, he couldn’t deny the thought had crossed his mind. But tonight? Tonight was actually all about Koi getting what he
wanted in Taylor so that Devyn was left free from her usual cock block.
“Taylor. We were just talking about you, babe-,” Speak of the devil, it seemed. “You partake?” Derrick’s hand waved over the table like a
drug dealing Vanna White before his hand found her wrist. “Here, slide over and get in on this.”
A smirk hit his lips as he pushed himself back into the plush seat of his booth and let Taylor slide over his lap into the space between himself and
Koi. Maybe his hand palmed her ass in the process of the move. He was just being a gentleman and helping her over though. Right? Right. Besides, his
actions went unnoticed, or maybe just ignored as Taylor was finally in the position he was sure she had been waiting on since she got here. Right next
to Koi Kidd.
Hopefully that wasn’t the only position Koi would have her in tonight.
The first line was always the best one. His body felt like it woke up from sleep walking, the sudden jolt like a mental cum...sudden,
quick...heart racing. Good as fuck. He felt his toes curl in his shoes as he leaned back, his fingers rubbing at his nose. His boy was
correct. This. Was some good shit. Even better than the stuff he usually had at his parties. Where it came from didn't even matter to him as he let
that white, powered goodness course through his body, waking every cell up from the percocet-induced sleep. And this was why chemical elevation was
his activity of choice...you know, outside of fucking the shit out of Devyn. Same reaction. Same feeling. Except...Devyn made his blood course. She
was like ecstasy to his dick. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to combine drugs...her and blow? Damn. He couldn't even...wait...where
was she? Last thing he heard from her was that she was getting ready to go talk to someone she'd spotted that she knew. Baby was missing out. This
grade A Colombian had her name written all over it and...
Whassup Kidd... Wha? Koi's looked to the side and wondered when the FUCK had Taylor Westbrooks sat next to him. He wasn't that damn gone...at
all. Yet Taylor had moved past Derrick and was sitting directly next to Koi, her coy smile lighting up her face. She looked...perfect, her
white dress making her more noticeable now than she had when Koi'd seen her across the vip. He couldn't help himself as his eyes cased how well her
skirt fit her. As he reached her face again, he caught Derrick's smile over her shoulder.
"Mind if I...?" She didn't finish her sentence as she leaned over in the tight space between he and Derrick. Koi was sure her ass was almost on
Derrick's lap...because her tits were almost in his. She gestured towards the lines that Derrick had cut for he and Koi. Why was she asking Koi? The
shit wasn't his. But he nodded to her anyway, watching as she pushed her long, jet black hair back and used one of Derrick's rolled up c-notes as she
did a line. Koi couldn't help but lick his lips at the look on her face as she let the feeling that had just taken him over wash over her.
"Shit's good though, right?" He asked, Derrick's face mirroring the look Koi knew his still wore. He couldn't help it. One thing was for sure, she
knew she was sexy...and the truth ain't never lied. There was a reason Taylor "fine as fuck" Westbrooks was a hot commodity. And Koi was reminded of
that fact as she dipped her pinky in the white powder and liked the length of her finger, sticking it between her glossed lips. Her moan made him
fight the urge to bite his lip.
This was shot number what? Four? Devyn, not actually seeing anyone she cared to say more than hello to, found herself at the bar, alone, hiding like a
little bitch. Ugh. Why hadn’t she told him? It would have made this night a lot easier...She knew why. One, it would mean talking about her mother,
which always lead to tears. Two, the Kidd never asked how she died. Not because he didn’t care, but probably because of reason one. And three...She
never really imagined Koi doing coke. Or H. Or any of the other shit her mother dabbled in. No, she wasn’t fucking stupid; she knew he popped a few
pills outside of their natural high, but she didn’t know it was...like this. She probably should have guessed though, dealing with Shemar and all
his home shit...she got it...But he didn’t need that shit anymore! He had her now and all this extra was…She was going to bring it up when they
sobered up. Tomorrow morning, she’d make breakfast and they’d have a real conversation about tonight. First she had to make it through tonight
though.
Nursing her fifth shot, she allowed her eyes to drift back to the V.I- WHAT THE FUCK? Was this bullshit real life?! Devyn heaved an
aggravated sigh as she caught sight of the desperation she’d smelled earlier. Taylor fucking Westbrooks. Ugh! As if her night wasn’t
shitty enough. Knocking back the shot, Dev placed the glass back on the bar and began her walk back to the booth. The fucking Playground huh?
Seemed like new toys popped up as soon as Devyn disappeared. And she knew who the fuck this plastic barbie doll bitch was there for. It wasn’t a
secret. Taylor was a slut for Hurricane starters. Devyn only knew this because she spent quite a bit of time with a Hurricane starter, otherwise the
bitch would have stayed as irrelevant as her meaningless little passes at her newest target. Koi.
Ignoring the cat calls and dodging the hands that trying to slow her progression, Devyn got to the table just as Taylor finished snorting that fucking
poison up her nose. Shit’s good though right? Oh. The kid was feeling social, huh? Granted, there was nothing going on between them that
said he wasn’t clear to simply speak to other bitches, but the look on his face was asking more than innocent questions. And really bitch?
With the fucking finger sucking? The fuck was this a porno? UGH!
Devyn made sure to put a smile on before speaking, “Oh hey! Tammy right?” She hadn’t meant it to but her smile became a smirk as the whorish
little pout slipped off Taylor’s face. “I’m Devyn. I don’t think we’ve met.”
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Her quiet moan turned into a giggle when she "remembered" she had company in the booth with her. Like clockwork, Koi's face was on "fuck"...and not to
mention, so was Derrick's. These niggas were so stuck. Mission accomplished...not like it was hard. When it came to getting a dick hard? A
bitch sticking anything in her mouth did the trick. Keeping a man interested? That took a little bit more work. But work, Taylor was willing to put
in. Especially the new target she was sure she was so much closer to acquiring. Koi hadn't stopped looking at her tits from the second she sat down
and now, he couldn't stop looking at her mouth. She could almost SEE the nasty ass thoughts playing in his mind, broadcasting across his face like a
damn teleprompter. Was Koi Kidd really this easy? The way he was stuck, Taylor would've been face down, ass up by the end of the night...if not sooner
since his guard bitch had chosen the best time to take her leave. Perfect timing, Devyn Dumbass.
Smirking softly, she held up the rolled up 100 dollar bill to Koi, a silent invite for him to take yet another ride on the white horse...and then
hopefully before the night was over, he'd be riding her too.
Oh hey! Tammy right?
Who the fuck? Oh. Well, if it wasn't the lost little puppy that somehow, regrettably, found her way home. Taylor's lips pursed at the new
arrival as she stood in front of the booth, her smart assed expression (because she KNEW she got Taylor's name wrong) pasted across her face. Great.
After making wonderful progress, she had to deal with this bitch.
"We haven't." Taylor answered simply, turning back to Koi with her smile refreshed on her lips. She didn't have TIME to play games with a girl that
didn't even MATTER in the grand scheme of things. Koi wasn't checking for her. She'd left the table and Koi didn't even seem to CARE about her
absence. And the fact that she only returned to claim someone that wasn't even hers? So pathetic.
"Another line's calling your name, Kidd." She said, her voice like silk.
Derrick jumped a little at the sound of Devyn’s voice, his eyes snapping away from Taylor’s ass as if he was the nigga trying not to get caught.
Ha. Could any man in that club tonight be blamed though? The way that dress was putting every one of her perfect little curves on display, Derrick was
ready to ask her for more than a little dance on his birthday. Couldn’t a nigga have it all? Devyn and Taylor in the same damn bed at the same dame
time was the prototype of wet dreams. Hell, his dick got hard just thinking about it...but he knew that wasn’t an option. Devyn Devereaux wasn’t
meant to be shared. With anyone. And Taylor Westbrooks had already been shared by most of KPA’s athletes. They two didn’t mix. And Derrick knew
what he really wanted...but, damn. Just the slope of her fucking back as she bent over the table and...shit! Was Devyn still standing? As
Taylor’s attention turned back to Koi, Derrick’s turned to Devyn. “Heyyy, babe! Get back in here. It’s not a fucking party without you
babe-,” laying it on a little thick? Maybe, but he was just a little high...And Devyn was about to be just a little higher.
He smiled as she took a seat next to him, his hand reaching for the drink he’d ordered her before she did her little disappearing act. As he handed
it to her, his other arm went over the back of the seat, resting ever so innocently behind her. He waited for a reaction, but Devyn barely
seemed to even really be there. She was a little too focused on the Kidd getting his second line in. Maybe she wanted next?
“You want the next one, Dev?” His hand fell forward a bit, beginning a gentle rub on her shoulder. That seemed to snap her out of the little
trance she was in as her eyes finally found his, sexy ass smirk still on her perfect ass lips. To his surprise, she said no. Hm. So white wasn’t
Devyn’s thing. Good thing he brought back up then, huh? “Okay babe. Sip-,” he suggested, watching her tip the glass to her lips and take in a
little of the potion in her cup. “Then inhale.”
Derrick picked up the joint she’d left behind earlier and smiled as she allowed him to put it in her mouth. He pulled out his lighter and lit her
up, watching as she took her first pull, loving the way that moan sounded leaving her as the smoke did. Damn, how did she get so fucking
seductive? She wasn’t even trying and the simple fucking pucker of her lips had him forgetting there was anybody else in this booth with them.
GOTDAMN! He hoped that J wasn’t the last thing Devyn let him put in her fucking mouth tonight.
If Koi didn't know better, he would've believed that the whole damn VIP hushed when Taylor licked the blow off of her finger like she was ready to go
in on a mini dick. Taylor was a lot of things. Groupie. Ho. A little clueless, he believed. But one thing he knew for sure? The bitch was a fucking
sex nymph. She breathed, moved, spoke and laughed straight "sex". So when she moaned? Ha. Koi couldn't even judge the complete thirst he looked up and
saw on Derrick's face because he was pretty sure he was wearing the same expression. Her dark, almond shaped eyes looked straight into Koi's as she
smiled, rubbing a small dab of white from her nose before she bit her lip and took her seat again. He smiled back, mostly because he had no idea that
Taylor Westbrooks got down the way she just had at their booth. A complete line. She wasn't a stranger. Her intense stare didn't stop, their eyes
still connected. Koi shifted in his seat as her lips parted to speak...
Oh hey! Jumping slightly, he looked away from Taylor's gaze and...fuck yeah. His babe was back. His face genuinely lit up as Devyn
strolled back to the booth, looking like a fucking million bucks. If Taylor had been sex, Devyn was the mind numbing cum and there was no way she was
letting niggas forget it in the VIP that night. With her hand on her waist and her loose curls falling as she tilted her head to the side, she
acknowledged...Tammy? Koi smirked quickly, his face going back to a smile before anyone noticed. So, that's how she was coming to the table? Playing
lives? He would've laughed if it wouldn't have embarrassed the fuck out of Taylor. Devyn knew her name. All the times that she and Koi had talked
about Taylor's debauchery and THOT like behavior? She knew her name...
Koi watched their quick exchange, which he had to admit was a clear exchange of shade on both girls' parts and picked up the one of the drinks that
Derrick had ordered for the table. He took it straight back. Patron. 80 proof. Niggas were not fuckin' around tonight!
Another line's calling you, Kidd. Well, he could admit that she was half right. Koi bent over the table again and got busy with blowing
another the next two lines, feeling Derrick's body shift beside him as Devyn moved back into the booth. As that yayo got in him, he smelled the kush
sparking next to him. Turning his head, he saw Devyn toking, her face falling into that sexy grimace they way it always did when the shit was really
good. He bit his lip, nodding half-mindedly at something that Taylor was saying next to him.
"Yo, Derrick. Set it up..." He called his boy and motioned towards the last line that had his name on it and the rest of the blow that needed to be
cut. As Derrick leaned over, Koi's eyes caught Devyn's, the smile on his face spreading to hers. She passed him the blunt and he took a short pull,
touching her face with his free hand...pulling her close to him as he blew the smoke between her ready lips. Without missing a beat, he leaned
forward, his lips meeting hers. He couldn't help the freak that found its way into the kiss, his tongue flicking against hers and turning into a suck
as he caught her tongue between his lips.
They pulled away, breaking the kiss as Derrick sat up again.
"That kush is good though, right?" He asked Devyn, winking at her as he leaned back against the cushion of the booth.
Girls like Taylor were the fucking bane of her existence! Here Devyn was, trying to have a good time with her bestie and his homie on the homie’s
birthday and this bitch was out here plotting. Did she think Devyn was stupid? Did she think she had anyone at that table fucking snowed? She
didn’t. She was trying to ride more than a fucking white horse tonight and Devyn wasn’t having it! Then again...who was she to do anything about
it really? She and Koi were friends. Good friends. Friends that fucked regularly and...almost went half on a kid. Ugh. That was neither here nor there
right now. The point was could Devyn really stop him from sleeping with Taylor tonight? She had no right to. She wasn’t his girlfriend or
anything...she guessed...fuck that! Taylor wasn’t going home with Koi tonight. Because despite the look on his face that screamed how bad he wanted
to see what Taylor tasted like, he already knew Devyn tasted better.
Devyn was sure her eyes would roll clean out of her skull as she heard Taylor confirm that they had never met before, her attention never really
shifting from Koi. God, could she try any harder? She was giving 120% right now and it was so fucking desperate. Pathetic. But whatever. She could
have her fun while it lasted. And she could push Koi to have his it seemed. Another line?
Dev felt her smile falter, an involuntary worry settling into her features before she caught herself. Did he need to do another line? How many could
he do without overdosing, she wondered...Derrick wasn’t giving her time to dwell on it as his voice snapped her focus back to group rather than just
the kid. She put her smile back on as she sat next to Derrick, a drink in her hand before she even fully sat down. Good looking out. For once Derrick
knew exactly what she needed and she was grateful...but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes went back to Koi as he bent over the table with a rolled up
hundred in his nose and took the line Taylor suggested. And then another.
She knew she’d left her brave face fall. She was worried. She knew he’d taken something before they got here, the drink in his cup was gone, and
now he was working with three lines of snow up his nose. The shit was too much. You want the next one, Dev? FUCK NO, she didn’t fucking
want the next one! Devyn bit down on her bottom lip to keep from grimacing. Instead she reapplied a smirk and answered, “Nah, sugar, I’m
good…” The short slur in her words probably made that obvious. She was really starting to feel the drinks she’d had at the bar and Derrick
wasn’t letting her slow down. He suggested she drink and she did. Without question. Koi was going to stress her the fuck out tonight for sure and
liquor was her only reprieve...well maybe not the only one.
She had to admit, Derrick was on point tonight. Seeming to know just what she needed, when. She let him stick the blunt between her lips before he
sparked it for her, her drag immediate. The effect immediate...damnnn. She didn’t know what kind of kush this was and she didn’t fucking
care. She felt her high elevate as she puckered her lips and let the smoke escape into the air around them, an accidental moan leaving her. The sound
of Koi’s voice snapped her out of the euphoric trance she was in. Derrick didn’t hesitate as he took his turn with the coke on the table, skipping
the c-note and…what the fuck ever. Koi’s eyes had caught hers and the look he was giving her had her biting her lip and trying to fight a
smile.
As if they were having some kind of telepathic conversation, Dev passed him the blunt, completely skipping Taylor in the rotation. She smiled as
Koi’s hand cupped her face and pulled her lips closer to his to hand the smoke off. She didn’t really get the chance to catch much as he closed
the small distance between the two of them and kissed her. Devyn heard herself moan as his tongue moved against hers before he sucked at it and broke
the kiss, just as Derrick sat up. Well, damn.Koi was trying to fuck alright, but it sure as hell wasn’t Taylor he was interested in. A fact
Dev was sure she’d picked up on what with her front row seat to that freaky ass kiss she’d just gotten from her bae. Ha. Devyn smiled as Koi
questioned her. Good kush? Maybe. But was that what they were talking about?
“Best I ever had-,” Devyn replied, her eyes not wanting to give up the eye fuck she and Koi were giving one another right now. Damn, they needed a
minute alone...
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Again. Who even invited this bitch back to the table? Didn't she have other business that she could've been handling...away? Was it
necessary for her ass to be at a table where everyone was getting along just fine. Especially Taylor and Koi. The look in his eyes was unmistakable.
She was breaking him down. For real. Sex in his eyes couldn't have been misunderstood. And in Taylor's book, that meant that there was a good chance
that Devyn and whatever magic she thought she was working could be permanently out the picture. Like Taylor'd said before, all it took was work. And
she was willing to work. Even if it meant putting up with the temporary appearances from Devyn at the worst moments. She just brought so much
negativity to the table when she'd shown up. Everything had been fine. Taylor and boys had been getting lifted and Koi had been more interested than
he'd had the chance to ever be...you know, with Devyn's anxious ass all over him. But Taylor guessed it was back to being the fucking "Devyn Devereaux
Show" now that she was back. Attention hungry skank. And the fact that she came back to the table throwing huge amounts of shade didn't help either.
But Taylor ignored her, her attention still on what was important...and it certainly wasn't Devyn's ass.
"Okay Koi. I see you, boo!" She exclaimed as she watched Koi blow two lines. God, he was about that life. Down to party, down to fuck...fearless as
hell. Taylor dug that. It turned her on that the party never stopped for Koi Kidd. He wasn't uptight like some of the guys she'd been with. Most of
the ballers she'd hooked up with were so wrapped up in the game and the love of the game that they forgot about what really mattered. Fucking enjoying
life. And she knew Koi got that. The way he partied, smoked and fucked told her that. He didn't have to worry about the game because he was a second
generation natural. THAT was the kind of boy she should've been looking for. And now that she'd found him? She wasn't going to let some pointless girl
get in the way.
She giggled and leaned against Koi as he told Derrick to do the last line and get the rest of the blow ready for them to keep the party that they had
in the booth going. As Derrick leaned over (she swore his hand was on her fucking thigh), Taylor turned to talk to Koi again, but she noticed his eyes
were...looking right through her? UGH! Taylor didn't have to turn around to see what or who he was looking at. Devyn. Of course. Thankfully
he was only asking for the blunt. Okay. They would pass that shit and...
REALLY?! Taylor stared at Devyn as she smirked sourly. Did that bitch really pass her over? Yep. Gave the blunt straight to Koi. Luckily he was sexy
as fuck when he smoked, his eyes narrowing as he pulled the smoke into his mouth, leaned forward...no. Leaned OVER Taylor and train'd with
Devyn...which then turned into a motherfucking KISS. Right in front of her? Right in front of her face like she wasn't even there. Yeah, that was all
Devyn. It had to have been, doing whatever she could to keep the attention off of Taylor and back on her slut self.
"This bitch..." Taylor muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes and Koi pulled back into his own space. Ha. When she thought about it, she
couldn't even be mad at Devyn. She was playing the game and playing it quite nicely, showing Taylor what she BELIEVED was her property. But it was
going to take a little bit of reminding that what Devyn believed and what WAS were two different things.
"Since we're sharing and shit..." She said with a giggle, turning her body towards Koi as she took the blunt out of his hand. She took a deep pull,
her fingers going under his chin. He let her pull his face forward so that their mouths were nearly touching as she pursed her lips and shared the
thick, white smoke with him.
"You're welcome." She mouthed, her eyes burning into his as she bit her bottom lip.
Things were popping off perfectly! He was fulfilling Devyn’s every request, Taylor was weaving her web around Koi, all of them were getting faded as
fuck. It was perfect. So perfect, he was going to use this last line to celebrate. Derrick leaned into the table, his finger holding one nostril as he
snorted the last of the half gram they were sharing. The shit hit him like a fucking bus, the high seeming to stop his heart then jump start it again.
It was electrifying. He came up a bit faster than he probably should have and he let the room spin before he…Best I ever had...
Fuckkkk. He wasn’t sure what the hell the table was talking about but hearing Devyn say those words, in that tone...Derrick shifted in his seat, his
hand leaving Taylor’s thigh (how long had that been there?) as he turned to face Devyn full on. “I don’t know if I told you, but you look
fucking beautiful tonight-,” Not that she didn’t glow on a regular basis but, there was something about her tonight. Maybe it
was because he knew he was finally gonna get in it tonight, maybe it was because things were looking up and he’d made it another year, maybe it was
fucking Maybelline. Who gave a shit? The point was, she was fucking perfect tonight.
Derrick’s skin tingled as her fingertips took his chin and she thanked him. The sweet smile she’d been giving him most of the night still there,
only now, her eyes were damn near closed with what Derrick assumed was the high and the drink in her system. Like he said. Fucking perfect. Derrick
took her hand from his face and held it. Leaning into her, he let his lips graze her ear as he spoke. “You trying to give the birthday boy a
dance?” He licked his lips as he pulled away, her hand still in his.
Fucking right his birthday was going to be a fucking win.
He wasn't ready. He really fucking wasn't. The smile was still on his face from he and Devyn's kiss on the sly, which really wasn't so
fucking secret once he remembered that Taylor was sitting between he and Derrick and he'd freak ass kissed Devyn right in her face. His expression was
barely apologetic when he leaned back on the booth cushion, still holding the blunt he'd taken from Devyn. So. The fuck. What. He didn't care. He
didn't care who saw he and Devyn that night. He didn't give a fuck what they thought. He would've eaten the box right in the fucking booth and dared
someone to second guess their status, which if he had to be honest...was no one's fucking business in the first place. He'd meant what he said to
Devyn in his kitchen after their first night together. What was theirs, was theirs. Besides, shit was feeling too good that night to even be
concerned about what anyone was thinking anyway! The party was kind of live, he could admit that. He had enough blow in him to keep the party going
and enough liquor and kush to keep his chill. Speedballin' (sans the heroin) with the best of them. It was a good moment...the kind you remember when
your ass is in a diaper and they're feeding you through a fucking tube or some shit...or maybe all that thinking was just the drug talking.
He smirked at his thoughts, nearly bringing the blunt back to his lips before he felt it leave his hands. If anyone knew Koi, they knew he would pass
that shit when he was done...especially if it was good. He wasn't a hog, but he'd bask in the moment. His expression went from annoyed to...a little
curious when he located his J again...in Taylor's hand. A little laugh escaped him while he watched her, her pull was deep...deep enough to make a
novice choke on that shit. But she handled it as well as she handed a line. The things he was finding out about little Taylor Westbrooks tonight. He
knew she fucked starters. He didn't know she partied with them too.
Before he really could pull back, her fingers were on his chin, her lips puckering. Oh. She wanted to shotgun that shit. He held the wrist of the hand
that held his face, letting her pull him closer as she blew the smoke into his mouth. Damn. He couldn't lie, shit was sexy. Her pursed pink
lips so close to his, sharing that good shit and catering to a nigga. He liked that. He had to admit, she knew what she was doing.
"Thanks..." He said, his smile widening at her gaze. She mouthed a "You're Welcome" that was dripping with so much sex, he could've sworn it'd looked
like "fuck me" instead. He laughed again, watching her take another pull from the blunt. He could understand why the team dick saluted her at the
mention of her fucking name. She knew what it took to get a nigga and make him stay interested. Well, that and he'd heard those lips could make a
nigga cum in a minute, tops. Nothing like some fierce neck to make a nigga pledge his signing bonus to you. She was barking up the wrong tree though.
Yeah, Koi would've fucked. He was a man. He had a dick. It was simple math. But he knew he wouldn't. There was something "hands off" about Taylor. He
couldn't put his finger on the reason why. His dick didn't even respond to her the way...
...the way it did with Devyn. There. He admitted it. There was just something about her that had his dick shut down. Even when he knew Taylor
was down for the cut that night, he HAD to go home with Devyn. He needed to feel her around him. He needed to be inside of her...
His thoughts paused as he watched Devyn and Derrick get up from the table, probably headed to the dance floor as his boy had been telling him,
NONSTOP, how he wanted a dance for his birthday. Hey, it was his night. Why the fuck not.
"So..." His head turned towards Taylor's voice. He lips closed in on his ear, touching his earlobe lightly as she spoke. "Let's get out of this booth.
Dance with me." Koi looked at her and smile.
"Nah, I'm good baby." He let his eyes linger on her face before she fell back into her own space. "I do wanna see you do this line, though. You're two
behind..."
This bitch was laughable! Like literally. Devyn couldn’t hold it in as Taylor tried to make herself relevant again by shotgunning smoke to Koi the
way Devyn just had...almost. The kiss she was sure Taylor was hoping for wasn’t going to fucking happen, but she did her best Devyn impersonation
and the kid seemed to like it. So what! After the kiss he’d just given her? Taylor Westbrooks could get butt ass naked in this booth and spread it
wide the fuck open and Koi would STILL be taking Devyn home. What could she say? Her boo had her feeling a little confident. So when Taylor tried
oh so desperately to 1-up “the competition”, it was probably supposed to piss her off, but all it really did was make her fucking laugh.
Albeit a short laugh as Derrick started speaking to her, telling her how beautiful she was tonight. Awww, how sweet was he? Her fingers took his chin
as her laugh returned to a smile, “Well, thank you, sugar-,” Devyn kissed the air in front of her. Derrick deserved a little bit of excitement on
his birthday and, what could she say, she was a tease when she was drunk. “I’d had to do it big for the birthday boy.” Ha. Ha! Derrick hadn’t
crossed her mind once when she was getting ready. Not once. Hell, Derrick barely crossed her mind ever. She knew that feeling wasn’t mutual though.
He made his interest known the first night they’d met and she knew about his little crush. It would be her entertainment while Taylor figured out
Koi didn’t fucking want her. As if Derrick could hear her thoughts, he leaned in asking for a dance. Hmm.
“Sure. I could dance-,” Taylor wasn’t a threat. Koi was doing shit Devyn didn’t really care to be around for. Her body felt all tingly from
the high and the drinks... She could dance. Dev giggled a little as she slid out of the booth, just a little tipsy on her feet. Didn’t seem to be a
problem for Derrick though as his hands fell to her hips and he led her along. Devyn allowed it. It was the kid’s birthday. She didn’t let her
smile falter as they made their way to the dance floor and she could only imagine the Chesire Cat smile on Derrick face with her ass on him the way it
was. He chose a spot a good distance from the table and stopped. Devyn took one of his hands from her hip and raised it, using it for balance as she
bent at the waist and started a slow wind to the music.
Happy birthday to Derrick.
I'm taking my time.
I'm doing it right.
Self-Love. Self-Care. Selfish.
Okay, so...rejection was NOT what Taylor was expecting when it came to a damn dance. Her smile faltered as her nose wrinkled in annoyance.
All she really wanted do was rub her ass on that infamous dick a little and let Koi see what he was really missing while he was sleeping on her. She
could admit it, Devyn was thick...although it was literally two seconds away from "fat ass". But all that hip and butt didn't have anything on
Taylor's curves...and what those bitches could do between the sheets. But Koi had other ideas. So, no dance. Fine. Taylor didn't need a damn dance
floor to seduce this nigga. No, she could do it from right where she was sitting. She wasn't a damn novice. She pulled a few of the best...and right
from under their girlfriend's noses. She wouldn't be underestimated. Not even when it came to Koi Kidd. She'd find her way in and then, he'd find his
way inside of her...
I do wanna see you do this line though... Taylor's smirk returned. He wanted to make it a competition? Or maybe he just wanted to get a
better look at her tits. Either way, his wish was her fucking command. Especially when he told her what he liked.
"Am I?" She giggled a little, biting her lip as she brought her face close to his again. "Okay...but I want you to watch me." She smirked and pushed
her hair out of her face again, watching to see if he was watching her out of the corner of her eye. He was...a smile breaking on his lips as she
leaned over the table, the hundred between her fingers again. She inhaled quickly, coming up again and leaning against Koi's chest as she felt her
heart race, her fingers playing at his chin. She closed her eyes as she felt Koi behind her, his arm falling over her shoulder as she let the feeling
take her over. This is the way things were supposed to be. No fucking Devyn, just Koi and her, getting high on the some incredible colombian and each
other. Perfect...
Opening her eyes again, she looked up at him, following his line of sight. His eyes were stuck on something and they weren't moving, his jaw
clinched. The hell was he staring...
UGH! FUCKING DEVYN! On the floor, her huge ass jiggling on Derrick like the fucking whore she was. When the hell had they even gotten up to
dance? Oh yeah! WHO FUCKING CARED? All that mattered was that she was preoccupying Derrick while she was TRYING to keep Koi busy. But no, he was still
watching HER ass. Oh, Taylor was done playing. It was time for real shit.
"She looks like she's having fun." She purred, her fingers leaving Koi's face, moving to those sexy as hell lips that should've been sucking something
besides that fucking blunt. She traced them lightly, his eyes quickly leaving Devyn and settling on her.
"You should be too...don't you think?" Another sexy smile as her hand left his lips and moved around to the back of his neck. Pulling his face closer,
she let her mouth touch his ear again, her lips pulling his earlobe.
Sitting up, she smiled at the expression on his face and giggled as she started dancing, her hip nearly on his leg as she grinded against the seat
cushion.
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