paid for my tickets for home and back next Wednesday, and I could understand his pride at play seeing I used my allowance to go to his cousin’s funeral. But this was entirely different. A Brielle concert? What kind of game was he playing here? He had a girlfriend! I saw it tonight. I was there when suddenly her head dropped to his lap as the movie played and she made herself comfortable there. So relaxed that when she began to rub his thigh, he softly pushed her hand away. Ashton’s wide eyes rolled over to me while he faced the screen. He looked afraid, or something. Definitely uneasy about her simple affection. His uncomfortableness made my nipples sting, and that infuriated me.
I’d never had such strong reactions to another human. No one had done much besides made my heart race from anger and me about to knock them the fuck out—girl or guy. These things my body did… The way I responded to this Ashton guy was dangerous. I sucked his dick! When had I been about that life?
Nah…
This had to stop. And I would tell him.
Chapter Three
-THEN-
“Go, Aiv! Go, Aiv!” The girls shouted, gassing Aivery as she dry-humped my leg. My attention was hardly on the catsuit, Giuseppe-heel-wearing vixen grinding on my entire leg as I gazed out into the stadium. The suite was nice, spacious, and exclusive. Too damn exclusive. The blasting music made the place seem smaller than it really was. With over fifteen thousand people in the building, bodies resembled ants from up here.
“Sheeeit!” Aivery yelped, almost falling on her ass.
I caught and helped her to her high-heeled feet. “I think you had too many on the way here.”
A devilish smile crept onto her face as she circled my cheek with her index finger. “I haven’t had any in way too long, stunner,” she growled, managing a slow wink.
Her girls laughed with her while Dre and Al laughed at her. Ne-Yo had just finished his set and Brielle was up next to headline.
“Have a seat.” I walked her to one of the rear seats facing the stage. “Karm.” I tossed my chin across the room to the bucket filled with ice and drinks on the counter. “Get her some water.”
Leaving Aivery there, I moved inside the suite to toss my empty cup. I was restless. Anxious.
Al approached me with his palm in the air. “This shit is lit, my nigga,” he shrieked. “The homie came through!” I matched his dap.
“Word,” Dre followed up, coming our way. “One of these bitches waking up sore in the morning.” He was plotting.
Like I am…
Only Dre was able to contain his desires. Mine had me ready to jump from the balcony of the suite in search of her. I told myself to be patient, but it was damn hard. Was she okay down there alone? I was in a suite with eight of my friends, but my mind was down below, on the floor.
“You sure the picture in that email was Brielle’s song list for tonight?” I asked Al.
“Yup.” He tossed his thumb my way, being an ass. “My cousin who went to the show in Dallas, my aunt who went to the one in Miami, and my god brother who went to the New York stop gave the same list.”
“This shit ‘bout to blow!” Dre slapped my shoulders as he leaped in the air behind me then skipped to a seat to watch.
Al laughed, turning to go himself.
“I’m gonna take a leak and’ll be over there,” I called behind me, going in the opposite direction.
And that’s what I did. I went inside the in-suite bathroom to handle my business. When I came out, I pulled the folded paper from my pocket and opened it. Brielle was starting her first song, “Lifted.” I had a few more to go before playing Houdini. With a long huff, I dragged myself to the empty seat next to a swaying Aivery.
Ne-Yo’s performance was cool…
I couldn’t believe all the songs he sang were his. Had to give it to him, though; he was talented. His voice wasn’t all that strong, but it sounded like his recordings—the tracks I was familiar with, at least. He danced a lot, but was no Chris Brown. I laughed to myself at that fact. Ne-Yo’s confidence was on one thousand up there. I wished I could be so bold, even if I wasn’t great.
I lowered myself into my seat when a couple of girls neared me to leave