"I want you too, but not like this. I already told you, I want the woman that was giving out attitude all night to these dusty ass niggas."

Removing my hands from her face and running them down her body, I watch how her body reacts to my touch. Either Ms. attitude ain't as tough as she seems or she feening for some dick.

"You single?" I ask, squeezing her ass, not really caring if she is or not. I just need to know if ima have to shoot her boyfriend.

Before she can answer, I hear loud knocking on the door followed by Chanel's loud ass voice. Before I can unlock the door, I hear a key being turned.

"Milani, what the fuck you doing in here!? Bitch, I been looking for yo ass! I thought you got kidnapped and came to tell him to call the police!" She says, grabbing her friend and dragging her out of my office. "Drummer, you better not have put yo dirty ass dick in her! You my boy, but stay the fuck away from her. She ain't like them hoes you be fucking with... Bye Brandon and thanks for letting me in this raggedy ass office."

"Ima make sure they make it to the car safely. I'll be back, D." Brandon laughs, walking out of the office.

Sitting down in my chair, I try to focus on what I was doing, but all I can think about is Milani. She's beautiful as fuck and her body bad as hell. I hope I made a good enough impression because once Chanel's big mouth ass tells her about me; I already know Shorty ain't gone be feeling me no more.

"Damn nigga, you thinking so hard. You didn't even realize that I came back in and been calling yo name. What's on ya mind?" Brandon asks as he sits down across from my desk.

"Nun. I'm good... I see you met Chanel. How that shit go?"

"Man, I was tryna spit game to her all night. She wasn't going forreal, but I did get her number tho. Wassup with you and her friend? I think Chanel said her name was Milani."

"Look bruh, I know you just moved back here and shit so you tryna get down on a bitch, but Chanel ain't the one. My nigga, Jarell, got her locked down. Knowing her, she probably just gave you her number so you could leave her the fuck alone and that's exactly what you need to do. Jarell ass crazy as hell and he don't play bout Chanel. Ain't nun up with me and Milani. Tonight was my first time meeting her. I used to always hear Chanel talking bout her, but I never knew what she looked like till tonight." I shrug, lighting my blunt and inhaling it multiple times before passing it to Brandon.

He takes a few hits and ashes it before talking, "I don't know who Jarell is but fuck that nigga, ima get his bitch, fuck her good, then he can have her ass back... Drummer, I been knowing yo ass since diaper days and you still a lying ass nigga. You know damn well you want Milani. I can tell by the look in yo eyes... you need to chill out tho. You got a good woman at home."

"B, if you get sum shit started with Jarell, you on yo own. You know I left them streets alone years ago and Ian bout to let you or nobody else put me back in em. I know what I got at home nigga. Be easy, make sure don't no shit pop off...I'm bout to head home."

"I hear ya nigga. Be easy." Brandon says as we dap each other up.

Me and Brandon been homies since my grandma used to babysit us both. His pops was in and outta jail so his mama was always visiting him and would pay my grandma to watch Brandon. She was the neighborhood babysitter anyways so she didn't mind. When his pops finally got out for a lil while, he was going down the right path until he got caught up in Atlanta..robbed an elderly couple then raped the woman and almost beat the man to death. He was sentenced to life at United States Penitentiary Atlanta without the possibility of parole so his mama upped and moved her family there to be closer to him.

"Aye boss, somebody left this here." One of my bartenders says as she hands me a lil purse.

"Thanks. I'll make sure it's returned." I nod as I carry the purse to my car.

Getting into my blacked out camaro, I look inside the purse and find a driver's license with a beautiful picture of Milani Ross. With a smirk on my face, I check the time and see that it's 3:00am. She's probably already passed out drunk so I decide to return it tomorrow and speed off to my house; leaving the purse in my glove compartment.

As I walk into my house and place my keys on the hook, I kick my shoes off and walk upstairs to my bedroom; finding my fiancé, Ariyah, asleep. Trying my best to be quiet, I start undressing and walk towards the bathroom until I hear Ariyah's voice.

"Do you know what fucking time it is, Dallas?" She asks with tears in her eyes. "You been cheating again?"

Sighing loudly and walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her and start rubbing her hair, "Baby, I wasn't cheating on you. I know I fucked up when I used to cheat on you, but I'm grown now. I was young and dumb then."

Ariyah breaks away from my grip and slaps the shit out of me, making me bite my lip. "Girl, what the fuck wrong with yo crazy ass?" I ask as I pin her down on the bed.

"Dallas Michael Jacobs, you must think I got fool written on my forehead!? You smell just like a bitch! You're covered in fucking perfume but expect me to believe you weren't cheating!? Tuh, stupid ass nigga."

"Ariyah, I wasn't cheating on you. You know them bitches at the bar be all up on a nigga. I gotta speak and entertain them so they'll keep coming back to my bar and spend money. That's all it is! Damn! I get tired of arguing bout this same shit every damn night. First you wanted me out the streets, I got out. Now you want me to stop entertaining the bitches that keep my bar running, what's next? You gone want me to stop being me?" I scoff as I walk into the bathroom and slam the door behind me.

After taking a shower and getting into bed with Ariyah, I turn the tv on and snuggle up next to her despite her telling me to move. I run my hands from her thighs up to her neck and hold her next to me as I kiss her face. I trail sloppy kisses down to her neck and open up her robe, seeing her naked body.

"You look good, baby. I know you don't like me entertaining bitches. Won't happen again, now gimme some pussy." I whisper in her ear as I rub circles on her clit, slipping two fingers inside her.

"Dallas, get the fuck off me. Go get some pussy from the bitch that left her perfume on you." She says, using my real name again which lets me know that she's still pissed.

"Bet." I laugh as I throw a pillow at her then get out of the bed and start getting dressed.

Ariyah ignores me for a few minutes until she sees me putting on my shoes.

"Dallas, you really trying it tonight and you bout to get your ass whooped! Nigga, you ain't going nowhere! If yo dumbass leave this house, ima take yo gun and shoot yo mama house up!" She says, hopping out of the bed and standing in front of me; making me laugh. "Nigga, what the fuck is funny?"

"You are, Ariyah. You all bark and no bite. All you do is act tough and say you gone do this and that and don't do shit but cry every time you find out I done cheated. You really getting on my nerves with yo shit, even when I don't cheat you still accuse me of cheating so shid I might as well do it."

"Fuck you, stupid ass! I should've listened when my mama told me you wasn't shit!"

"I'm not about to sit up here and argue with yo ass when I know ian did shit. You obviously need some time to think about how damn dumb you sound. I'll see you tomorrow." I say as I walk downstairs with her hot on my trail.

She yells loudly and starts crying as she threatens me with empty ass threats that even she knows won't happen. Walking out of the door, I get into my car and crank up about to speed off until Ariyah runs in front of my car like a fool.

"Drummer, I'm sorry baby. Come back inside so we can talk." She says, wiping away her tears. Hearing my nickname lets me know that she's not on her shit no more which makes me happy.

"Nah man, I'm done talking tonight. If you ain't gone give me what I want, I gotta go get it."

"I got what you want right here, daddy and it's all yours. Come in the house so I can show you." She says as she opens her robe, patting her pussy.

Getting out of my car, I smile widely, "Now that's what I like to hear." I say as I pick her up and carry her back into the house; fucking the shit outta her and putting her to sleep. As I slide her onto her side of the bed, I start to think about our relationship. It's fake as fuck on my end. I'm bored, uninterested, and tired of the constant nagging. Hell, I only proposed because she wouldn't stop nagging me about it.

Hopefully shit gets better because I don't even know Milani and the attraction between us was undeniable. That's sum that me and Ariyah never had. We only got together cause we met at a fucked up time when I was a broken person, she helped me pick up this pieces and that's why it's so hard for me to let her go. She's the only person that knows about the shit I used to go through.