Page 94 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

Nia was holding a card and her usual overnight bag. Alana had a bottle of Azul and was carrying a big Louis Vuitton tote.

I smirked. “Glad y’all could make it.”

“What the fuck is this?” Alana said first.

“Yeah, Vaughn, I know it’s your birthday and all, but you can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious as fuck. Now come in.”

They were mad, but ain’t hesitate to come in.

I took the bottle from Alana and opened it. I was still faded from the club, but being numb was my goal.

“So what is this, Vaughn? You know me and her are friends.” Alana flopped on the bed.

Nia laughed. “Friends? More like a girl I hang with when Laila gets us together.”

“Bitch, don’t start showing out for this nigga,” Alana replied.

“Showing out? You forgot I had him first.” Nia glared at him.

“Don’t matter, bitch. It’s about who gon’ keep him.”

I took another sip of the bottle.

“Y’all making my dick soft. And all that arguing ain’t gon’ mean nothing when y’all let me watch y’all fuck.”

Alana laughed. “What? I don’t like girls.”

I walked up to her, took her hand, and made her rub my print.

“You do tonight.” I handed her the liquor.

Nia walked up and started kissing my neck.

“You know I’m wit’ it, baby.”

Nia was always submissive. Too bad this was her last rodeo.

This was my last night of bad decisions.

“Well, I need to get fucked up.” Alana stood up.

“Do as you wish, beautiful.”

I switched the music to something dark with heavy bass.

I started rolling up while they drank and danced around the room.

Mid-blunt, I watched Nia grind her ass on Alana while she stared at me. I was smoking, still out of my mind, so I said, “Y’all kiss.”

They looked at each other, drunk as hell. Alana claimed she ain’t like women, but she went in for the kill first. Nia pulled Alana’s tube top down and caressed her big ass titties. I stood up and walked over to them.

“So this how this gon’ go. I ain’t fuckin’ y’all tonight.”

They stopped kissing and laughed.

“What?”