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“She’s not you.”

My lips parted, but no words came out.

Vega’s gaze dropped to my mouth, then returned to my eyes. “And before you start over-thinking, understand this. If I wanted her, I wouldn’t be sitting here worried about what you’re thinking right now.”

The party went on around us while we stayed locked in the moment.

I finally looked away first because if I didn’t, I was going to forget every reason I was supposed to protect myself from him.

21

SONNET ELLISON

Knowing Vega had been having sex with a woman who looked like Elana should’ve ruined my night. But I couldn’t deny the way he dismissed Elana. He had pushed away a perfect woman in front of everybody and showed me and everyone else that how I felt mattered more than her pride.

So, I decided to ignore Elana staring daggers into our section all night and let the liquor warm me up. The liquor and watching the strippers give sexy lap dances had my hormones raging. I was both jealous and turned on when the dancers would climb onto Vega’s lap and dance on him.

Lux and Lowe got dances from damn near every dancer. The women didn’t even wait to get summoned. They beelined to them. It seemed as if they had slept with every stripper circling them, and if they hadn’t, they had definitely made those women believe they could. What surprised me was how much they danced too, and they moved like they knew exactly what to do in a bedroom.

Vega placed a thick stack of money in my hand. “Throw it.”

I looked down at the cash. “All of this?”

“Yes, baby.”

He laughed at how I looked down at the bills that had to equal a thousand dollars. A dancer came into our section with long legs, glitter on her skin, and a smile. She turned in front of me, bent over until I could see the pink of her pussy and my eyes widened.

Vega laughed beside me. “Go ahead.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Throw the money, Glasses”

I tossed a few bills, awkwardly at first.

Lux groaned. “Girl, that was sad.”

“Leave me alone,” I said, laughing.

The dancer looked back at me. “You can slap it too, Pretty.”

My face went hot.

Vega’s eyes moved to mine. “You heard her.”

“I’m not doing that!” I squealed.

The dancer laughed and moved closer, giving me no choice but to participate. I slapped her ass lightly, and everybody in the section started cracking up at my piss pour efforts.

“Harder than that,” Prodigy called out.

Vega handed me more money, and soon there were dancers all around us. Some climbed into the section. Some bent in front of me. Some let me throw money across their bodies while they smiled, danced, and told me I was pretty.

Then one of them eased onto my lap.

I froze as she touched my shoulders, rolled her body against mine, and moved with a sexual rhythm. I didn’t know where to put my hands, so Vega reached over and guided one to her hip.

His eyes stayed on me, and that stare ruined me. He watched every reaction, breath, and nervous laugh. The dancer grinded against me, but Vega’s attention was what made need gather between my thighs until my clitoris thumped with frustration.