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"Hoe, I'm tryna break a bone, when I get in them drawls. To the window! - to the mothafuckin walls. What a nigga don't know won't hurt him. So if you got a old man, bitch I ain't worried." - Young Buck

CRUISE DAY 4: SAN JUAN PUERTO RICO

PRESLEY

"You alright, Prancing Pussy?" my dad jokingly asks me, pushing my little brother Jacob's stroller. I narrow my eyes at him as he laughs. "I'm just messing around. You straight though?" he asks me. "Yes." I answer. "Why?" I ask. "You just looking fucked up." he answers. "We been out here some hours and it's hot as hell and a pigeon landed on my head so I'm annoyed. Oh, and I'm drunk." I answer, making him laugh. Our tour guide took us to a Bacardi rum distillery. I'm twenty years old but the legal drinking age here in San Juan Puerto Rico is eighteen so I drank much more than I planned to. I'm hot and way past drunk trying to keep this shit together so I'm ready to get back on the ship, take a shower, get some food, and just go sleep this shit all the way off.

We're walking around in Puerto Rico. It's cool but not exactly what I was expecting it to be. We didn't do too much. We went to the Bacardi place, saw a bunch of shit, took plenty of pictures, did a lot of drinking, and my dad found some people who sell drugs and all the adults with us except my mom, Ant's mom, Drew's annoying friend or whatever the broad is, and Nathan's wife got high. It wasn't the best weed but that shit was still smoking. I smoke a lot now that I'm a free man and the weed here ain't what I'm used to smoking with my dad, Ant, and Tez but I guess it gave me a small buzz.

The best part is we can use our phones and not be charged for it here unlike on the other islands but I'm lonely so I don't  have nobody to even text. I became cool with people in jail and they're the closest things to friends I've ever had my whole life even though they're criminals who I don't talk to no more now that I'm out. My dad told me to not trust those niggas in jail so I'm done with them now that I don't have to see them everyday anymore. I think they only fucked with me because I was generous with the shit I got when my parents put money on my books anyways.

"Presley! Here, take this. Take a shot with me." my momma demands, handing me a shot of alcohol. It's red and looks like it has some types of fruit in it. We just got in some type of bar that's not too far from the ship. It's getting closer to time for us to get back on. It's too many people around here and this place is crowded as fuck. "The hell is this shit?" I ask her, staring at it. It looks like some cough medicine or something. "Who you cussing at? It's alcohol. Take a shot with me. It's strawberry flavored and we don't have this kind where we live. Come on. " she demands. I shrug my shoulders. I'm with it. "One, two, three." Ant counts, recording me and her as we throw our shots back. "This shit taste old." I say, handing her the empty plastic cup back. They wrong for serving that nasty shit.

Ant starts laughing. "Nigga, you good?" he asks me, drinking straight out of  a Hennessy bottle. He's drunk as hell his damn self but he ain't bothering nobody because he can hold his liquor pretty good in my opinion. "Yes. I'm good. You the one running through a bottle of Hennessy by yourself." I answer. He hands the bottle to my mom. "Here, Jessica. Finish that." he demands, recording her as she drinks the remainder of the alcohol that's in the bottle. "We in fuckin' Puerto Rico and my ol lady really getting faded forreal forreal. She sexy too, huh? Yeah, all that action." he says, zooming in as she laughs while drinking it. Yeah, he's pretty drunk right now.

Gotdamn, these two sure do know how to get fucked up together. "I love you." my mom says, holding on to him. He kisses her neck then whispers something in her ear, making her blush and hold him tighter. "Drunk in, looooooooove." Qua playfully sings, watching my mom and Ant kiss while he holds Reign in his arms. This some cute ass shit, I guess. They alm coupled up, then there's me.

I shake my head. "Shut the fuck up with them crocodile teeth in yo mouth." Ant demands, laughing. My eyes trail outside the door to a bitch I think I saw on our cruise ship, maybe. There's another cruise ship docked by ours so it's plenty of tourists here. I don't know if I'm drunk or if she's really on our ship too. I can't remember. All I know is she's fine as fuck and can get all of this dick balls deep right here on this island.

"Why are you staring at her?" Drew's friend or whatever she is asks me like she know me. I look at her. "I don't know you. Who the hell are you?" I ask her, raising my eyebrow.  I'm not being rude but I do not know her so she shouldn't even be questioning me about why I'm doing anything. I've been in jail and missed out on a lot of people and different shit my family has witnessed and she's one of those people I missed out on. I've really only seen her on this vacation and she is annoying as fuck so far. I can't remember her name for shit though.

"I'm Shai. Drew's wife." she introduces herself. "What the hell? Y'all married, mane? Wait a minute... I saw you and Majesty walk in his room." I say, looking at her funny. "This drunk ass nigga talk too much." Noble mumbles, shaking his head as he pays for some type of pink colored alcohol in a cup he has in his hand. "Once a snitch, always a damn snitch." he adds, laughing.

I ignore him then look at Shai and Drew. "The fuck?" Drew asks, still holding on to her like they in love. I chuckle. "I'm finna get back on the cruise ship cause... I'm tipsy." I admit. "Naw, nigga. You way past that shit." my dad says, pulling me away. "Vonte, get yo fuckin' son." Drew demands. "Fuck you." I say to him. We used to get into it a lot before I went to jail and I'm far from a soft ass nigga like I was before so I'll really fold this nigga up right here in this bar if he wanna go there, drunk and all. Prison changed me. I don't have the patience or the temper for anybody talking to me crazy.

I shake my head then walk out of the bar. The bitch I saw a few minutes ago is at one of the stands a lady has set up with jewelry she's selling. A few women are over there. I walk over to her, trying to walk straight like there's a police on my ass. I know I'm drunk but I'm holding it the best I can and I don't want to look dumb when I approach her. Damn, I wish I was sober.

"How much does this one cost?" she asks the Puerto Rican woman, pointing at a silver necklace with a mint colored turtle pendant on it with San Juan on it. "Twenty dollars." the woman answers, picking it up. "I got it." I say, handing her the twenty dollar bill I was about to buy a Mojito with earlier. "Thank you." the lady thanks me, putting the necklace in a box and then sticking it in a bag. She hands it to the woman. She looks at me. "Thanks..." she says. "Presley." I introduce myself, extending my hand. She shakes it. "I'm Rori." she introduces herself. Hell type of name is Rori?

We walk away from the stand and over by a tree where a few other people are. My family is still in that bar drinking their asses off. There's a Starbucks a few doors down and that's where Nathan, my granddad, and the younger kids are getting whatever they want from in there. "You didn't have to pay for my necklace." Rori says. I shrug my shoulders. "I ain't tripping. You on the Magic as well?" I ask, pointing at our cruise ship I can see in the distance. It's so big. "Yes. I think I've seen you on there." she answers. I nod my head. "Yeah... how old are you?" I ask, examining her body. She only has on a blue and white Ralph Lauren Polo bikini and she got a very nice body. It's not voluptuous but it's still nice and fits her well. "I'm eighteen." she answers. My eyes widen. She barely legal looking grown as hell. What the fuck was her parents feeding her? She looks like a full grown woman to me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, laughing. Damn, she is so beautiful to me. She got the perfect brown skin and it's glowing in the sun. She isn't wearing makeup. She has a little bit of acne but the crazy thing is, it isn't even a flaw to me. It fits her. She isn't wearing long weave like the average woman neither. She has her hair in a curly ponytail like it just got wet. She's what I call a natural beauty.

"Hello?" she says, waving her hand in my face. "Get yo hand out my face. My nerves bad." I tell her. I'm serious. I hate when people put anything that I don't want near me in my face, her hand included. She starts laughing. "I'm sorry, but are you drunk?" she asks. I smile. "I might be but I'm fine. I can't believe you eighteen. Where you from?" I ask. "Nashville." she answers. "Tennessee, huh? That's wassup. You ever been to Cali?" I ask. She smiles. "Yes, I have a track scholarship to UCLA and I'll be going there a little after this cruise to start my workouts." she answers. That was like music to my ears.

"Damn, I live in Los Angeles." I say. She gasps then smile. "Great because I know I'm gonna need some friends living so far away from home. My parents are considering moving there to be close to me throughout college but it's not guaranteed yet." she explains. I nod my head. "Well, we can spend time together the remainder of this cruise then when you get to Cali, I'll see you as much as possible." I say. She nods her head, blushing. That shit just sounds good. If it happens, cool. If not, I ain't tripping. "How old are you?" she asks. "Twenty." I answer.  We only have a two year age difference. My eyes trail over to Adam as he looks over here. I don't have time for his shit today. I don't know what the fuck he even wasting his time watching me for.

I redirect my attention to Rori. "Oh, okay. You aren't too much older than me." she says. I nod my head. "Yeah, as long as you're of age and don't act like a child, I'm fine with it." I say. She smiles. "Well, thank you for my necklace. I'll see you on the ship. Do you have the Carnival Hub app?" she asks. I nod my head yes, taking my black and yellow Gucci drawstring backpack off. I open it then grab my phone. "Here." I say, unlocking my phone and handing it to her so she can search her name on the app. You have to be connected to the ship's Wi-Fi to search but I'll just screenshot it then add her when I get back on there.

She just typed her name. "Aurori Thompson. Bet. I'm Presley Mitchell." I say, putting my phone back in my backpack. She starts laughing. "No offense but that's a weird name." She says, making me laugh. "I ain't offended. It's been weird my whole life. Ain't nothing new." I say, making her laugh. "Rori, come on. Your dad wants to check out a few of these stands and buy some souvineers then get back on the ship before the line gets long." I'm guessing her mom says. Her momma is beautiful. She reminds me of Nia Long in her prime. Damn, I wonder if she'll get mad if I try to fuck with her mom instead of her and become her step dad instead.

"Okay, mom." Rori says as her momma walks closer to us. Her mom looks at me then back at Rori. "Who is this?" she asks. "Presley Mitchell." I introduce myself, extending my hand. I used to be afraid to talk to girls but after all the shit I've been through, talking to women and meeting somebody's mother is the least of my worries. "Mhmm. Okay." she says, not even shaking my hand. "To be honest, son, you look like you're gay and hiding deep in somebody's closet. I'm not shaking your nasty, cum juggling hand. You probably just finished giving someone a hand job. Oh, and you're currently drunk and carrying yourself like an alcoholic. You are not fit for my daughter. Have a nice day." she says, pulling Rori away by her arm.

I watch as they walk away. I want to go slap the shit out of her but Imma just be a man about it and walk away. I might just get my mom to whoop her ass later on. Adam walks over here, laughing. "That's what the fuck you get." he mumbles to where the rest of our family can't hear him. "You twenty one acting like a sensitive dyke. Get the fuck out of my face." I demand, walking away before I head-butt his teeth out of his mouth.

"Get the fuck out of my face." he mocks me, laughing. I shove him. He's only laughing harder. "Get the fuck on with that fighting shit y'all doing. Y'all gay, incest asses know y'all related." My dad snaps on us. I narrow my eyes at him. I'm so sick of hearing that. It's so annoying. I understand him constantly hearing jokes about me and Adam annoys the shit out of him and he's frustrated but damn, I don't wanna keep on hearing that shit.

I ignore him then walk over to where my mom is. There's a lot of people right here close to the ship looking at a few of the souvineer stands before they get back on the ship. It's right by us at this point. Drew got his arm around Shai and he just watching Reign while she looks at Qua funny. Damn, he got a weird look on his face too. Maybe, they just got into an argument or something. I sense an awkward ass tension between the two of them, mainly Reign. She looking uncomfortable. I would go ask her what's wrong now that me and her ain't into it anymore but I don't want to get in their business because from what I've seen, couples get into it then go right back to one another at the end of the day most of the times so it's no point.

Drew moves away from Shai. "Can I get y'all attention?" he yells loud as hell. The busy area just got relatively quiet as all of the tourists and locals stop and look at him crazy. He clears his throat. "What the fuck this nigga doing?" my granddad asks. "I'm right here with ya, Antonio. Nigga, what the fuck?" Nathan asks, tilting his head. "Imma sing for y'all real quick, man." Drew announces as people get their cameras and phones ready to record.

"Shit, Imma record his dumb ass too. Nigga probably can't even sing." Tez says, laughing as he goes to the camera on his phone. "He fine as fuck, girl." a fine ass bitch exclaims, pulling her phone out. He takes a deep breath. "Now, we've beeeeeen through too much together. And that separates us from the rest." he sings. "Boy, you better sang!" an older black woman exclaims. "Now, we're approooooooaching up on stormy weather. Let's see what our love is made ooooooooof." Drew sings loud as hell, actually sounding like someone I'd pay to hear sing. I'm surprised as fuck.

"I hate you were cryiiiiiiiin' last niiiiiiiiight. Said, I should've been by your siiiiiide, yeah." he sings, grabbing Reign's hand, shocking the shit out of me and Reign both. Shai looks sick as hell. I thought he was singing to her, not Reign. "So, girl pleeeeease, don't you leave meeeeeee. And don't you say goodbyeeeeee. Now, we've been through too much together and we're approaching stormy weather, but giiiiiiirl, you're my first love. Ohhhh. And no matter what the people say, I'm gonna love you anywaaaaay. Reign, you're my first loooooove." he sings to her, looking her dead in his eyes. He damn near sang the song better than Anthony Hamilton and it's his song.

The people around us start clapping and cheering for him. "That was so beautiful. Wonderful, son." An older white woman says to him, giving him a hug. "Can I take a picture with you?" a teenaged girl asks, rushing over here like he a celebrity. He smiles for her camera then side hugs her. Jessie shakes his hand. "My nigga." he compliments him. I've learned that this family doesn't directly give compliments. They say shit like that instead.

Drew gives Reign a hug. She hugs him back then steps away with tears in her eyes. People are over here giving plenty of compliments and telling them they're cute. I'd be so mad if I was his wife but oh well. "You have lost your fucking mind, Drew! I'm your wife! You've got some nerve for doing that bullshit!" Shai screams, crying hard as hell. "Don't start. Handle that shit in y'all room cause nobody else wanna hear it." My mom says. "Jessica, your husband didn't just sing to his ex girlfriend in front of at least two thousand other people with you standing there looking stupid!" Shai screams. She is such a fucking embarrassment. "You let a nigga that's like a brother to me finger you in my face like you some kind of hoe and you can't even handle me singing to somebody? Fuck outta here, Shaiann. Both of y'all foul. Deal with it, mane. Ion give a ounce of a fuck." Drew says, walking away and headed down the path leading to the cruise ship. Damn. "He hit her ass with the government name." Vonte says, shaking his head.

She starts crying harder then walks away, heading towards the ship too. "Majesty, go walk with yo girl to make sure she don't try to jump in the ocean and die." KeKe says, laughing. "Stop." Nariah demands, shaking her head as she bounces Kenari on her hip. "She ain't my girl, bruh." Majesty denies it, laughing. "She is walking pretty close to the edge thought. Go see about her, nigga." My mom demands, making me laugh. She doesn't even like her so why she trying to force Majesty to check on her?

"Why you want me to go check on the girl? If she jump off that edge into the ocean like a dummy and die, that'll be her own fault. She not my wife." Majesty says. "I'll do it, dang." I say, walking behind her. They might do a little more shopping then get on the ship but we don't have too much more time before they want everybody back on board so they should be right behind me. A lot of people are getting back on at the moment. "Shai" I call after her. "What?" she yells at me like I'm the nigga that did what Drew just did to her.

"Whoa, I'm just trying to help. I know what it's like being the person they don't really like because that used to be me before they got used to me. I know how you feel and I'm sorry." I apologize. My family is cool and everything but being an outsider around them is a living hell. I was always so different compared to them so they treated me like a lame ass nigga. I know how she feels, sadly. "Don't offer me fake sympathy because you dislike me just like everybody else. All of y'all hate me and won't get to know me. Drew just made things worse for me. Oh, and Majesty is trifling for not defending me!" she goes off, confusing the shit out of me.

"What does Majesty have to do with anything? He can't control your husband." I say, walking to the gangway with her. The line isn't really long but it's still a nice length. It's moving pretty fast as they scan the Sail and Sign cards and check people's bags and make sure  nothing is going on as people walk through the metal detectors. They got two lines. "All I'm saying is Majesty could have stood up for me and told Drew he was wrong." She says. I shrug my shoulders. I don't have anything to say to that stupid bullshit. That wouldn't have been Majesty's place. She isn't making any sense to me.

My mind drifts off to Rori as I hold my card out for it to get scanned with the tablet like scanners the security guards have in their hands. She was so fine but I can't deal with somebody's crazy ass momma. She disrespected the hell out of me and had no remorse. I continue to walk then lay my backpack down on the belt. "Walk this way!" the female security guard demands. I walk through the metal detector then grab my backpack. "Hold please!" one of the workers demands as the medical team rush around a corner with a white woman unconscious and wrapped in some type of blanket or some shit on a stretcher. Damn, I hope she's okay. She probably got too drunk or too hot or something crazy like that.

"Thank you for checking on me, Presley. It's nice to formally meet you too." Shai says as we stand outside of her room door. We didn't ride the elevators cause the wait would've been too long so we just took the stairs. I tend to take the stairs majority of the times anyway. It's good exercise and I'm not a big elevator person anyway. It's weird but I don't like the way it feels. "No problem,  Shai." I say, shaking her hand just to be polite. "Are you okay? Do you need help to your room? You're barely standing up straight and your speech is slurred. I'll walk you there." She offers. "Naw, I'm good." I assure her, walking away.

I just got to the suite. My dad is already in here washing Jacob with the bathroom door wide open. "Nobody wanna see his baby dick." I say, laughing. He flips me off. "Shut up, hoe!" Jacob yells, playing with some toys while my dad washes his hair and his neck. "Don't say that." My dad says, laughing. Jacob starts giggling then covers his eyes with his hands. He wasn't this fucking bad before I went to prison but he wasn't a toddler back then, so I guess it makes sense.

"You drunk. You need to sleep that shit off." My dad says to me. I shrug my shoulders, taking my shirt off. I look at myself in the mirror. "You know what I realized, dad?" I ask. "What?" I hear him ask. "I'm fine as hell. Like... wow. Especially since I cut my hair into this mohawk. Damn, I would give me some pussy if I were a female." I say, checking myself out. "Jacob, don't be like your big brother. He a virgin slash gay man in the closet." I hear him say to my little brother who doesn't even understand that shit. I shake my head then lay down on my bed. I'm sleepy.

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I just woke up. I took a long ass nap. It's dark outside and the boat is moving again. I look at the time on my phone. It's almost eleven at night. Wow, I missed dinner and everything. I was knocked out sleep for a long time but I'm sober and feeling much better now. I need to give my liver a break. Having siblings who are twenty one years old and up really helps me out a lot on here because they always buy me alcohol. I'm trying not to drink tonight though. I've been doing way too much of that since the first night on here. I gotta chill out.

I'm in the shower just thinking about my life. Damn, I've been through some shit. I was raped by another man when I was just a little boy, I've been abused for God knows how long, I was raped once again as a teenager, then I went to jail for protecting my sister who acted like she barely even had time for me when I was in there, and now I'm somebody I never imagined turning into. I've taken lives and all I want to do is kill people who do fucked up shit at this point. I'm a messed up person and I know it.

I sigh then turn the water off. I step out of the shower then wrap one of the white towels they provide around my body. I'm just looking in the mirror stuck. Damn, I don't feel like doing shit at all. I know I can't sleep the whole night through and cruising and vacationing is something I've never done until really now so I'm about to enjoy every second of it.

I just got dressed in something simple. I'm wearing a blue short sleeved button down shirt, gray pants that fit a little tight but not too tight, and brown loafers. I always get laughed at for the way I dress. My family dress like rich dope boys or something but I don't. I never had understood why they're so rich but talk and dress like they're in the hood. I don't even try to understand it though. I'm used to it.

I'm out on the Lido deck walking. I'm debating on whether I want to get some pizza or just go back to the room and order room service instead. I don't feel like doing anything at all. I'm listening to music on my phone, just chilling by myself. "Hey!" Rori greets me, walking over here with a Mexican girl next to her. They look about the same age. I pause my music then slide my phone in my pocket. "Hey." I greet her, giving her a hug. I can't be mad at her for the things her mother said to me because her mom is a grown ass woman and it's not like Rori can control what the dumb ass dick eater that gave birth to her fine ass says.

"This is Peyton. We met on here the other night. She's from Kissimmee Florida. Peyton, this is Presley. He's from California." Rori introduces the two of us. I shake Peyton's hand as she smiles. "Don't think I'm weird but I follow one of your brothers on Instagram and I've seen your pictures before. Is your brother on here?" Peyton asks, wide eyed like she's starstruck. What the fuck? "Um... yeah. Which one?" I ask. "His username is @Jessie_noJackson on IG." She says. "Oh, yeah. Jessie is on here." I answer, nodding my head yes.

"I like all of his pictures. He's so handsome. Don't think I'm weird but can you please introduce us?" she asks. I nod my head yes then motion for her to follow me. Jessie is more than likely in the casino right now. That's where he goes when he's bored as fuck. He sits down and plays on the slot machines like an old ass man who has no life. Even I get fucked more than he does and women love him and I've always been the lame. That's crazy.

We just got on deck five where the casino is. Just like I expected, he's here. He's playing roulette with my mom, Tez, and Ant sitting around next to him. Peyton is shaking her ass off like she's about to meet a celebrity. "Chill. He's a regular person who just has a lot of followers on Instagram." I say to her, trying to get her to relax. Jessie is an asshole so she won't even like him anymore after this anyway.

He looks up. He walks away from the game. "You just can't walk away from Roulette like that." I say, watching him drink whatever red colored mixed drink he has in his glass. "I ain't playing. I was watching Tez and my dad play. Wassup? What, you need me to get you alcohol again?" he asks. Jessie is mainly who buys me alcohol since I'm too young by a year to get it myself. "No. Someone wants to meet you." I answer. He looks at me funny. "Who?" he asks. I point over at Peyton as she stands with Rori a few feet away from us. They more than likely can't hear us over there. "Hell naw. I'm twenty three years old and she look like she sixteen. Nigga, I ain't messing with no underage girl. That shit dead. Take her back where you got her from." he declines it, shaking his head no as he drinks more from his glass.

"I didn't ask her age. She recognized me from Instagram and said she follows you and asked could I introduce y'all. That's it." I explain. "You can introduce me but that's all it's about to be. I ain't with that shit." he says, being serious. I nod my head then motion for Peyton and Rori to come over here. "Wait, let's sit down." I say, walking around the corner where some tables are. Some singers are on a stage singing with a live band. They sound pretty good but it's way too loud for us to have a conversation.

We're outside sitting at some tables they have out here on deck five. "It feels so good right now." Rori says, looking through the glass out here. It's dark as hell outside but it's nice lighting out here. "Yeah." I agree. I look at Jessie. He's just staring at the sky while Peyton watches him like a hawk. Damn, Jessie looks so uncomfortable and it's almost funny to me.

"Alright. Well, Peyton, this is my big brother, Jessie." I say. She starts fanning her eyes. "I'm not weird but oh my God, I like all your pictures and I make you my man crunch Monday all the time. I don't know if you remember but you liked one of my posts one time and I almost had a heart attack!" she blurts out. He takes her phone out her trembling hand. "Come on, take a picture with me." he demands, sliding her screen up to the camera. She's crying and smiling. I've never seen a girl go crazy over a regular nigga in my life until now.

"Thank you." She thanks him. "Where's Jelena?" I ask him, trying to make this less awkward. "She in the room with granddaddy. They watching a movie on his laptop until I go get her." he answers. "You have a daughter?" Peyton asks, seeming surprised. Jelena and none of my younger siblings are posted anywhere on social media. I don't know why my step dad is so cautious but he is when it comes to what everybody's allowed to post online. It's really weird because my dad is the same way and especially when it comes to Jacob.

"Yeah, I do but that's between us." he answers her. She nods her head. I look at Rori as she stares at me. She looking like she wanna get alone and I'm feeling the same way. "How old are you?" Jessie asks Peyton. "I'm nineteen." She answers. "Hell naw. Let me see your ID." he demands, sounding like a damn police. She starts laughing as she pulls it out of her black, Coach lanyard. She hands it to him. "Damn. Yeah, you legal but too young in my opinion. And to be real, you look like real young and I ain't attracted to women who look like young teenagers." he says, being honest as he hands her ID back. I feel the same. What the fuck do I look like being attracted to a woman who looks like she's fifteen or sixteen? I'll feel like a nasty pedophile and the men in this family ain't that at all.

She nods her head. "I get that a lot." She says. He nods his head, standing up. "You look so young. You have a baby face. How old are you?" Peyton asks him. "Twenty three." he answers. That's only a four year age difference but I know he's at a different point of life than she is and that they'll have a big difference mentally so that shit won't work at all. "Do you want to go to the club? I'm so glad to meet you." She says. He shrugs his shoulders. "Yeah, we can go in there and see wassup but don't expect more than that." he warns her.

She nods her head. I don't think she'll try anything but if she does, he'll be dumb to not go ahead and fuck her cause she's legally an adult at the end of the day no matter what she looks like. He's the reason he doesn't get any pussy now. He always has a dumb ass excuse as to why he won't fuck these bitches who come at him willing to do whatever for him. I don't have the luxury of an abundance of bitches like him because women always assume I don't like women and I'm not really aggressive and respected like my brothers are. If I were him, I'd be like a fucking pimp with so many bitches giving me pussy right and left.

It's just me and Rori now. "Your friend weird." I say, making her laugh. "She is obsessed with him, I see. She said he has eleven million followers on Instagram." She says. I nod my head yes. "Yeah. My twin brothers share an account and they just hit fifteen million followers and my big sister has almost twenty million. I don't know why I'm still stuck in the thousands when my siblings are in the millions. Damn, I wonder if they buy followers. I doubt it though." I say, really thinking about it. They have more followers than most celebrities. My mom even has a whole lot of followers on her page she posts mainly her workouts, outfits, and promotes her luxury beauty and hair care product line.

"That's a lot of people following them. Is Reign your sister? The girl who's username has Reign LaFlare on it?" she asks. I nod my head yes. "Yeah, that's her. She in love with Gucci Mane and his fiance." I answer so she'll understand why she has LaFlare in her username and all those random pictures of Gucci on her page.

She nods her head. "That's pretty cool. Tell me about yourself." She says. I don't know her well enough to tell her about myself. I used to run my mouth a lot but now, I don't do that at all.  "It's nothing much to tell. I live in California and I'm kind of fresh out of jail." I answer, being honest. "Why?" she asks. "Attempted murder but it's all good now." I answer. She shrugs her shoulders like she doesn't feel any type of way about it. "It's okay. My big brother is always in and out of jail and I don't judge him so I won't judge you." She says. I nod my head.

I take a deep breath. I guess I can be honest with her about a small part of who I am. "Rori, I'm gonna be honest with you so you know what you're getting yourself into if this ends up going somewhere, alright? I've fucked a couple of men in my past... topping or course because I'm not taking nothing in my ass. All I'm saying is I've dealt with men in my lifetime but I really only have a thing for women. You can walk away if that's too much for you to take in or you can stay if you okay with the shit I've done." I admit. That's my first time ever saying that aloud but it is what it is.

Her mouth is hanging open now. I stand up, getting ready to walk away before she says some shit I don't like. I've never admitted that to my family before. After being raped by men, I felt like that was my only option. I felt like no female would want my ass after some shit like that. I've never been attracted to niggas, it was just some shit I did because of how fucked up I was from what happened to me. I wasn't valuing myself. I'll never share that with my family but I don't identify as gay or bi sexual. I like women and that's what it is. I no longer feel less than a man because of what happened and I'm stronger mentally at this point.

She's just staring at me. "So, you're saying you go both ways?" she finally asks me. I shake my head no. "No, I don't. I like women, Rori." I answer. "But... you have sex with guys." She says. I sigh, shaking my head. I really thought that's what I had no choice but to be after the shit that happened to me but I was wrong and I don't dwell on that shit. I don't even know why I told a stranger this. "Nevermind. Have a good night." I say, walking away.

I feel her grab my arm. I pull away then look at her. "What?" I ask. My night is ruined. I should've never been trying to be honest with her ass because I don't know her. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm bi sexual and I don't care about what you've done in the past. If you identify as a straight man now, that's what I view you as no matter what you did." She says, shrugging her shoulders. Something about her is so genuine and sincere and it draws me to her. I'm shocked that she feels like that about what I just said and she don't even know me. I pull her in a tight hug. "If we kiss, will it be weird?" I ask. I've never tongue kissed anybody but it feels right. She leans in then kisses me on my lips.

It started with a kiss, now we're in the suite I share making out in my bed. I made sure to turn the deadbolt lock so my dad or nobody else can get in here and interrupt us. "That feels good." She moans as I kiss her on her neck softly. Before prison, I had sex with about two different women but that's about it so I definitely know how to get inside of her and everything.

I push her legs back then lick her pussy. I look at her face as I lick it to make sure I'm doing it right. I'm not a virgin but my secret is that I'm not really experienced neither. I've never given anybody head but I have gotten plenty of it from different strippers my dad had around all the time.

She starts moaning, holding my head as she watches me with pleasure in her eyes. I pull away then pull my dick out. She smiles as she stares at it. "I expected you to have a little dick but damn... you have like, a pornstar dick. That's big." She admits, staring in shock and making me laugh my ass off. I heard big dicks run in my family but I don't wanna find out for myself cause I ain't with that shit.

"You got a condom?" I ask her, feeling embarrassed. I don't even have any condoms on me. I knew I should've just bought some from the gas station we stopped at before we got on the ship Saturday. She shakes her head no, seeming scared. "What if I fuck you raw?" I ask her. Her eyes widen. "I can't get pregnant. No." She says. "You won't get pregnant, I swear." I promise her. I don't care about raw sex with her. Nothing about her seems whorish to me, at all. Whatever happens just happens.

Her body is shaking as she spreads her legs further apart. "Please, don't get me pregnant." She mumbles as I try to push myself inside of her. She groans in pain, jumping. "The fuck is wrong with you? I've been trying to put it in for ten minutes straight." I say, looking at her funny. She's wet and everything but I just can't get it in for some reason. I've never imagined having to work this hard for some pussy in my life. I know I got a big dick but damn, I really can't even get the tip in without her almost jumping and making us fall out of the bed.

"Be gentle because it hurts." She demands, closing her eyes tight and biting her lip as I push it in. I shove the whole thing in, making her scream loud as hell. "You okay?" I ask, stroking slowly. Gotdamn, her pussy is so amazing. If I had to compare this to record sales, her shit would be diamond or something. She nods her head yes with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Ahh..." She moans, digging her nails in my back as I stroke in and out of her way faster. I feel my eyes rolling back and everything. "You like how that feels?" I ask, stroking harder. Fuck, this shit is the best thing I've ever had in my whole entire life. Shit, I have to fuck with her when she moves to Cali for college. "Y... yes." She moans, used to it. It's like I feel her walls tightening and it's almost like it's getting wetter and wetter. She lets out an almost scream, shaking hard as hell. Maybe, that means she got hers. 

I close my eyes as I fuck the shit out of her. "The fuck was that?" I mumble, kissing on her neck while I fuck her harder. It feels like something kind of popped on my dick but I don't know what the hell that shit was. I ain't stopping until I nut so I ain't even worried about whatever the hell just happened.

"Oh my God!" she screams, holding on to my back for dear life while I go in. I bite my lip, pulling out of her and nutting on her stomach. Damn, that felt good. I look at the sheets. My eyes widen as I stare at the little bit of blood on the sheets. "Rori, you were a virgin?" I ask, staring in disbelief. She slowly nods her head yes. "Yes and don't judge me. It just felt meant to be with you.  I don't know." She mumbles, shocking the hell out of me.

Now I know I have to keep her in my life. It felt so meant to be to me too so I know this will go way beyond this cruise. I might just go visit Nashville and help her move her stuff to California into her dorm room. I know it's moving fast but this is just one of those things that feels like it's perfect. I've never felt like a woman was made for me until now.

"You gonna act funny and think I'm a hoe for letting you take my virginity the same night we met?" she asks, sounding sad. I pick her up then lay her down on top of me. I kiss her on her lips. "Hell naw, Rori. If you want, this can be way more than just a cruise fling. I swear." I promise her. She smiles. "I think I'm going crazy but you think it's meant to be?" she asks. I nod my head yes. Damn, I feel like I'm finally the one getting blessed in life.

SHAI

I roll my eyes at Drew as we sit at a table on the Lido deck eating pizza with Majesty and Noble. Majesty has his handsome baby boy with him and he's feeding him small pieces of the slice of cheese pizza he ordered for him. I don't have any children because I had am abortion when I was seventeen and Drew refuses to get me pregnant this year so I really wish I could be  a mom. I'll willingly be a mother figure to Majesty's son any day.

"Dada." Major says. Majesty sits him on the table, looking at him. "What?" he asks. "I poo poo." he says. "Nasty. Quit pooting at the table." Majesty demands, laughing. Major can't talk really well and he says a lot of shit only can understand. I think it's cute how he can fully understand what his son is saying and how he feels. He's such a real man and his love for his son makes him so amazing to me.

I shouldn't even be looking at him that way. "Can he have his face back, Shai?" Drew sarcastically asks, getting my attention. "I can't watch him play with the baby? If you give me a baby, I won't  even have to worry about watching other people and theirs." I say. "I'll be damned if I give you my fuckin' seed. Miss me with that dumb ass shit you be talking about." he demands.

"You talk to me like I'm nothing now." I say, trying not to become emotional about this. "Shai, you foul for what you did with this nigga." he says, pointing at Majesty. Majesty looks at us. "Keep me out y'all dumb ass arguments, bruh." he demands. "You got a lot to do with it. If you my nigga, why you trying to fuck with my bitch? That shit foul as a mothafucka." Drew says to him. I used to get upset about him calling me his bitch until I realized that's just how hood  niggas talk. I know he's from thr total opposite of where I come from. "I didn't try to fuck with nobody, I did fuck with yo bitch. It is what it is, bruh." Majesty says. He's such a boss and it turns me on.

"Fuck her in this situation. You broke the code, nigga. What type of real nigga fuck with his homie bitch? That's some fucked up ass shit." Drew goes off. "I didn't make her choose me, bruh." Majesty nonchalantly says. He's so fearless and sexy. Damn. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him fucking me to the point of me feeling like I'm floating on a cloud again but I definitely am. I want him to smack my ass and own me like he did earlier when  we snuck a session in before we got off the cruise ship in Puerto Rico. He brings out a wild, freaky side of me that I never knew I even had at all.

"Y'all finna go to war over her? Hell naw. Stop that shit. The fuck y'all look like beefing over a bitch that's for everybody?" Noble asks. "I am not for everybody." I say, rolling my eyes. "Have you fucked this nigga?" Drew asks me. "No." I lie. I know I shouldn't lie to him but he's lied to me so what he doesn't know really won't hurt him. I am not about to admit to fucking his friend behind his back with all of this tension at this table. Absolutely fucking not. I can't do that.

"Look, nigga. You one of my bestfriends. I probably never should've fingered her so my bad." Majesty half ass apologizes to him. "You know what, it is what it is." Drew says, shaking his hand. He stands up then smiles at me. "Well, wife. Have you a good ass evening on the Carnival Magic. I'll see you at the room." he says, then leans down. He kisses me on my lip then stands back up. "Goodnight, my niggas. See ya later, lil nigga." he says, tickling Major a little. I look at him funny as he walks away. I just got the weirdest vibe from him and I've never felt so much fear in my life. I have an uneasy feeling about the way he's acting right now. That was so weird to me.

I look at Noble and Majesty. "All y'all sneaking ain't even cool." Noble says to Majesty and I. "We don't be doing shit." Majesty lies. I love how he lives by whatever code he goes by. He refuses to tell anybody about what we do, not even Noble. He acts clueless knowing we've fucked at least ten times since the first time, last night. He's taught me so many different positions I didn't know I could even do. He's almost like a pornstar in the bedroom.

"I know when you lying, Majesty but whatever, nigga. Look... you and Drew can't be having all that tension over her. That's all I got to say. You know right from wrong and this shit will not end well." Noble warns us, standing up. "I don't know what you talking about, like I said. Ain't shit going on." Majesty lies again. Noble shrugs his shoulders. "I'm about to go to the nightclub and get me something to drink and find a bitch to entertain me." he says, then walk away from us.

"What you wanna do?" Majesty asks as we walk while he holds Major's hand. He can walk a little. He's so cute. "Hold on, Shai. Come on, lil man. You got it." Majesty coaches him, smiling and flashing all of his perfectly aligned white teeth as he watches his son do a little bit of walking. He has such a beautiful smile and he's so sexy. Wow. The things I'll do to him right now is too rated R.

I look at him as he picks Major up. "Back to you, though. What you wanna do?" he asks. "What do you mean?" I ask, walking to the elevator with him.  We aren't going down the glass elevator because I'm sure he's not trying to be seen by anybody from the family. "Like, the fuck you trying to do? I don't give a fuck if he found out I hit it a few times but that's yo marriage, so what you wanna do?" he asks me, stepping in the elevator with me following. Thankfully, the elevators aren't crowded late at night and don't have long waits like they do in the day time.

He presses the down button. "I want to fuck you again." I admit. He smiles at me, gripping my ass. Damn, I love when he does that. It's like he grabs as much of it as he can and just holds on to it like he's in love with the way it feels. "Yeah, I want that too." he says. I smile at him as we step out of the elevator on our floor.

I'm sure Drew didn't go back to the room. Knowing him, he's about to be at one of the bars drinking or somewhere hidden, sneaking and smoking some of the weed he snuck on board. I don't care about what he does. I love him so much and I want to work things out but sneaking around with Majesty feels so amazing and it helps me cope with the stress I have in my life from the things my man constantly does to me with no remorse whatsoever. It's wrong but feels right and that's good enough for me right now.

We just got in his room. He closes the door then lays Major down on his bed. Major looks really sleepy. I watch Majesty as he takes Major's clothes off. He opens up a small designer suitcase, revealing nothing but Major's clothes. He pulls a small white shirt and some small, cotton pajama shorts out of the bag. I smile a little as he puts the clothes on Major as he falls asleep. He tucks him in then kisses his forehead as he closes his eyes.

He motions for me to follow him. I walk out on the balcony then look at the beautiful ocean. He closes the door. "Keep it down because my son sleep." he says, pulling his shorts and boxers down. I smile at the sight of his hard dick. I don't even want any foreplay. I need that inside of me right now.

I pull my shorts and thong down then spread my legs. "Wait... you want to do it out here on the balcony?" I ask, a little shocked. I've never had sex anywhere like this before. Majesty is a big risk taker but damn. "Yeah, bend yo ass over." he demands, popping me on my ass. "Yes, okay." I moan, tightly gripping the rail.

He throws the condom wrapper down beside my feet then grabs my waist. I bite my lip, enjoying the feeling of him sliding into me from behind. He starts thrusting hard. I already feel weak in my knees. "Fuck, daddy. I love this." I moan, leaning over the rail. He pulls me back, still fucking me. "Don't lean yo dumb ass over that rail before you go overboard." he groans, sitting down on one of the lawn chairs out here and just slamming me up and down on his hard shaft. Fuck, I love everything about the way he makes me feel.

"Ride this dick." he demands, kissing on my neck. I haven't rode him yet because I'm honestly afraid to. His opinion matters and I'm not sure about how he'll feel about it. I start slowly rocking back and forth. "Stop. Shai, the fuck you rocking on me like you a fucking  grandma in a rocking chair watching the kids play for? Mane, bounce on this dick like you supposed to." he demands, slamming me up and down. "Fuck!" I moan, having an orgasm before I can even do all of that.

He's still tearing me up. He groans in my ear as the condom becomes really warm between my legs. He lifts me up. He pulls the condom off then looks at it to make sure it didn't break. He smiles at me, pulling his shorts and blue boxers back up. "On my soul  yo pussy good but you can't ride worth shit." he says, making me laugh. I'm used to his brutal honesty. I wrap my arms around his neck. "Are you gonna properly teach me?" I ask. "Hell naw. Tell yo husband to do that. I ain't taking my time training you for another nigga." he answers, pulling away from him.

I put my shorts back on then follow him back into the room. "I'll be out." he says, walking in the bathroom with some clothes he just grabbed off of the table. I sit down on one of the other beds. Wow, I wonder if he'd want to be with me if Drew and I weren't together. Part of me thinks he's feeling me but whether he is or isn't doesn't matter. I'm still in love with Drew and it's not like Majesty will admit to liking me anyway.

He's been in the restroom in the shower ten minutes. I look at Major as he lightly snores under the covers. I wonder what his mom is like and why I've never seen her at anything their family has I go to with Drew. Majesty walks out of the bathroom with his shirt off and gym shorts on. It looks like his dick is hard but that's how it is because he's working with a monster. I can't even get started on how sexy his six pack and toned muscles are. Him and his twin are identical but damn, Majesty is all that to me.

He lifts Major up then lays in the bed. He lays his son across his chest. "What are you doing?" I ask him. "Laying down with my lil boy. You can leave." he demands. I frown, standing up. "Goodnight, I guess." I mumble, walking to the door. "Wait a minute. Come back. I guess you can stay and kick it with me until my brother come back. A nigga lonely in here." he says, catching me off guard. I'm about to break my neck to get back to that bed and chill with him. Drew won't be worried about me anyway. I'm just surprised he wants me to actually spend time with him. I'm definitely not complaining. I love this.

REIGN

"Cheer up." Miguel says to me, hugging me tight as we sit on the couch in the loud ass nightclub. It's not too many people in here tonight but the DJ is playing pretty good music. He's playing some old rap hits. This club is really a cool hangout when you aren't feeling like doing anything else at night. I'm enjoying it but I'm not in the mood because Qua really pissed me off and kind of hurt my feelings earlier before we got on the cruise ship. "I told you he wasn't shit so I don't know why you shocked." Zaniah says, rolling her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Zaniah!" I snap on her. I'm so angry right now and I don't need her telling me shit. She should've stayed at home because her weird, jealous behavior is irritating to me. She can't understand I don't want to have shit outside of a friendship with her and her constantly making comments about Qua and I is on my nerves at this point and I'm ready to slap her in a second.

"Okay, whatever. I don't have time for this shit." she says, standing up. Miguel rolls his eyes as we watch her storm out of the nightclub, being dramatic as if I'm supposed to cry and chase after her because she doesn't like what I had to say. She was asking for it. Nobody asked for her two cents any damn way.

"Look at your granddaddy Antonio's fine ass." she says, pointing at my granddad as he dances with my mom. "Let a player like me get in that vagina. I'm looking for a dime, that's top of the line. Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind. I need a dime, that's top of the line. Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind." my granddad raps along to the music, acting like he's swinging a tennis racket all smooth like a damn pimp. My momma starts throwing her ass in a circle, rapping along with my granddad like she just really feeling this song. My momma still got it. None of these young bitches can fuck with her out there and the same goes for these young niggas and my granddaddy's handsome self.

"Take me to her house, tease me, then please me and tell all her friends how that dick made her sleepy." both of them rap along, dancing infront of each other. My granddad and mom are a mess but they definitely got everybody's attention and got the club turned up. How the hell those two of all people end up clubbing together? "Yeah, this my shit, Jessica." he says, doing some type of weird dance like he's hitting shit out his way but it actually looks good in a  strange way.

Miguel starts laughing. "They're cutting up. Where is your fine ass daddy at?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders. My mind drifts off to what happened between Qua and I earlier that got me so upset in the first place.

We were riding in the tour guide's van leaving the Bacardi Rum place he took us to. I had a great time with Qua and I was in the best mood ever. He was sitting next to me texting or something on his phone. In Puerto Rico, using our phones was a hundred percent free, thankfully. I noticed he was tilting his phone away like he was trying to make sure I didn't see whatever he was doing but I wasn't thinking too much about it simply because it wasn't my place to be checking him about whatever he was hiding from me.

"Qua Bae." I called, joking around. That was just a corny nickname I came up with for him the night before when we were chilling in his bed kissing and just talking about whatever we could think of. "Wassup, love?" he asked, looking at me. He looked so damn sexy to me. He was only wearing a pair of Khaki Yeezy track shorts, a black tank top, and a gold diamond cross chain around his neck. It was something so simple but so sexy on him. I swear he looked like a hood ass fashion icon with all those tattoos on his buff arms just glistening in the sun.

"What you hiding from me?" I asked him. He looked at me. "I'll never hide shit from you. Ask what you want and I'll keep it a stack with you." he answered me. It was so much I wanted to ask him but at the same time, I didn't feel like it was even my place so I let it go for the moment.

We were talking right before Drew sang to me and that's when shit got beyond awkward for me. His phone started ringing. I was talking to my baby brother so I guess he figured I was too distracted to be paying attention to his end of the conversation but that's where he went wrong. "Wassup baby?" I heard him ask whoever was on the other end of the phone. I wanted to give him a crazy look but I kept that shit together long enough just for me to be nosey.

"Quit questioning me, aight? I'm out here chilling." I heard him say. It was clear that he was talking to another woman. "Man... you tripping. Imma see you when I come back home." he said. He paused as if he was waiting for a response. "Bet. Be safe, baby. Love you too." he said before hanging up the phone. Pissed off was is an understatement for what I was. Like, damn. This nigga didn't ever mention another bitch to me.

"So... who was that?" I asked him, letting it be known that I definitely overheard his conversation with the mystery woman. "Why you asking like that?" he asked. "Asking like what?" I asked. "Like you mad as hell." he answered. Because I was mad as hell. "I'm just curious, Qualynn." I answered. He looked at me funny. "That was my ex, Reign." he admitted, making me feel like shoving his ass into the deepest part of the ocean and not even throwing a floaty out there to save his ass.

"Your ex? Where the fuck she come from?" I asked, not even attempting to hide the fact that he had me too fucked up. "Yeah, my ex. We fuck and nothing else. I don't love her no more. Shit, I barely even like her ass. I just tell her what she want to hear most of the times." he said, being honest with me. "You didn't think to tell me about her?" I ask. He raises his eyebrow. "I don't mean no disrespect but quit questioning me when me and you ain't even together. I don't question you about Drew, so it ain't your place to even be concerned with it." he said, pissing me off even more than I was before.

"You're full of shit." I said. "So, now I'm full of shit for being honest with you, Reign?" he asks. "My whole issue is that you never mentioned that bitch to me." I said. He grabbed my hand, only for me to snatch it away. "I'm sorry for not telling you about her. Let's just respect each other though. You ain't mine and I ain't yours until you figure out what you want. I know what I want... it's you that's confused." he said.

I shook my head, storming away. He grabbed my arm, stopping me. "Really? Don't storm away when I'm talking to you, love. Come on now, that's childish and we grown. Communicate with me." he demanded, looking in my eyes. I couldn't stand how everything he said to me made me feel for him even more but that didn't change the fact that I was pissed off as fuck. He was just fucking with his ex with me infront of him then trying to make me sound like the issue for not liking that shit. I was trying everything in my power to keep Drew out of the picture so I could fully give my all to Qua but he just had to have a whole ex bitch on the sideline.

"Get the fuck away from me. Go call that bitch you just off the phone with. Don't have me out here avoiding my ex to the best of my abilities and putting all of my energy into growing with you when you still fucking around with somebody else. Don't waste my time like that. That's where you got me messed up at." I went off, rolling my eyes and all of that. I wasn't having that bullshit, period.

He leaned in and kissed me but it only pissed me off. "Find somebody to play with. Fuck you." I said. I walked away and that time he didn't even bother with chasing me. I don't think he understood how mad he really made me. That shit was just way too disrespectful and really hurt my feelings. I thought I was the only one in his life so that shit was almost like a slap in my face. I was taking him so seriously at that point but that was crazy.

"You like my hat, bitch?" Miguel asked me, showing me his blue and white Puerto Rico cap. It was cute as hell. "Yeah." I mumbled, trying to stay calm. I was really on the verge of tears and trying to keep it together. "Let me find out you crying over his ass." Zaniah said, rolling her eyes at me. "Bitch, shut your Mannie Fresh looking ass up talking to her." Miguel snapped on her, wrapping his arms around me.

I already felt like pure bullshit. Drew started singing to me, catching me off guard. It was a nice gesture but I was too upset about Qua. My emotions ran the fuck wild in that moment. That was for sure.

"Bitch, you alright?" Miguel  asks, wiping the tears off of my face. "I'm just so upset, man. Like... I thought I was the only one in his life. I completely promised to him that I was done with Drew cause I wanna grow with him last night when we we're cuddling. He promised I'm the only one that got him right  now and I thought he meant it but he wasn't doing shit but fucking around with his ex still." I explain.

I don't feel like I'm over exaggerating cause I took my promise I made to his seriously. It's  like a slap in my face for him to share a passionate moment, making me promises only for him to be having conversations with his old bitch. He really could've missed me with that stupid ass shit. I've been avoiding him since we got on here and I refuse to go to his room tonight. I'm so mad at him and I don't wanna talk to his ass right now.

"Girl, it is messed up but y'all ain't no couple." Miguel says. I shake my head, standing up. He doesn't understand why I'm upset. Last night, Qua was saying so much shit and had me feeling so many different ways. He made me feel more beautiful and important than I've ever felt. He had me feeling like I'm his one and only and like can't nobody make him feel otherwise knowing he was still dealing with her. That's why I'm pissed.

"Where you going, Reign?" Miguel asks. "To the room. I'm going to bed." I answer truthfully. I just showered almost forty five minutes ago to come to this club and now all I wanna do is lay down and eat some food from room service. I don't feel like doing anything when I'm mad as hell. "Message me when you get there or do you want me to walk you?" he asks. "I'll message you." I answer. I want to be alone.

I just got on the hall of our room. "Wassup?" I hear Drew ask as he walks out of his room. He's dressed in some black, red, and white Givenchy track pants, a white tank top, and some black and white Jordan 12s on his feet. "Hey." I mumble, walking past him. He grabs my arm, pulling me back. "What you finna cry about?" he asks. "I'm not about to cry." I lie. "I know you, Reign. Yes you are." he says. Damn, I can't stand how much he knows me.

"It's nothing important. Can you let my arm go so I can go to my room and go to sleep?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. He lets me go. "Oh... and thanks for singing to me infront of all those people. It was nice so thanks." I thank him. I can't lie like it wasn't one of the nicest things anybody's ever done for me but it doesn't change anything.

"It's all good. Imma let you go though. I'm finna go get some ice cream." he says. "Where Shai at?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know and I don't even give a fuck. I ain't spending my whole vacation stressed cause she wanna do her. Whatever happens just happens." he says. "Do I smell a divorce?" I joke, making him laugh.

He stops smiling then kisses me on my lips. I look in his eyes then kiss him back. My feelings are all over the place right now and I just want to feel good. He picks me up, holding my ass cheeks while he kisses me. He unlocks the door then walks in. He lays me down on the bed then stands up. I watch as he turns the deadbolt lock.

He walks over here then gets between my legs, slowly and passionately tongue kissing me. I feel like I'm melting. He starts making a trail of kisses down my neck. "You been giving my pussy away to that nigga?" he mumbles as he takes my shirt off. I shake my head no. It ain't none of his pussy but I'll go along with it if it makes him feel any better.

Both of us are naked and kissing again. He kisses me down my stomach then takes my clit into his mouth. I bite my lip, holding his head as he stares in my eyes while he slurps on my pussy like a dog drinking water out of a bowl. "Damn, Drew." I moan, rotating my hips. He lifts me up then sits me on his face, catching me so off guard. A bitch was not ready.

I'm riding his face as if I'm riding a dick and he ain't missing a beat. He's eating it in this position just as good as he eats it with me lying down on my back. He plants a kiss on my wet pussy then lays me back down. I watch as he grips his very hard dick, stroking it a little with his hand. I wasn't planning on letting him fuck me but it ain't like I have shit to lose.

"You been fucking other niggss over the years?" he asks, pushing my legs really far a part. "No." I answer, being honest. He starts looking at me funny. "What?" I ask, confused. He kisses me on my lips. "Nothing. I just love the fuck out of you." he answers, making my pussy tingle like crazy. He better come on and fuck me before I change my mind.

He positions his dick between my legs. I close my eyes tight, trying my hardest to not tense all the way up from the pain. My pussy is so tight. I haven't had sex with a man since I was sixteen and let him fuck me in the car the day of my parents' gender reveal party they had for Sage and Serenity. I really think that's when our baby was conceived more so than prom night.

"Ouch." I whine as he works it inside of me. "This shit so tight." he says, then starts kissing me as he holds me in place, trying to push himself all the way inside of me. I look in his eyes as he fucks me extremely slow, making sure I feel all of it. "Damn." he mumbles, biting his lip as he goes in and out of my pussy. Gotdamn, I don't know what sex with another man is like but he does some shit to me that I can't even put in words. I feel like this is what the making love all of the R&B singers sing about  feels like.

He's tongue kissing me and just fucking me with so much passion. I'm moaning all in his mouth because it feels good. He's even moaning a little bit along with some groaning. He has his eyes closed, just going wild inside of me like he's trying to savor the moment.

It feels like sparks are flying. He has a certain rhythm and swag to the way he strokes as if he's grinding to a song he has in his head that was written for me and him. I've never been at a loss for words like this. It's like I can't even say any words and the only thing coming out of my mouth is moans. I can't even control them.

He pulls out of me then sits at the edge of the bed. "Hop up here." he demands, watching me. I shyly smile. I've never done this but I'm not a punk and I ain't going out like one. I don't know if I'm ready for a position like that but I'll find out. I stand on the bed then squat down over his body with my legs open. He grabs my ass then starts rubbing his hard dick on my pussy lips. I groan in pain as I slide down on his big dick.

I'm doing the best I can, going up and down like I see the women do when I watch porn. He seems to be enjoying it. He's holding me by my ass, helping guide me up and down. He's groaning a little and his eyes are full of pleasure, boosting my confidence up. "You like this pussy?" I ask, bouncing up and down harder, feeling the shit out of myself. He gives my ass a hard smack. "Hell yeah." he answers, sucking on my right nipple as I ride him on the edge of the bed.

I like being on top because I feel like I'm in control of him. "Fuuuuuuck!" he groans, digging his nails in my ass as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He pulls me off of him then falls back on the bed. I smirk, massaging his balls with my hand. All these years of watching porn is really what I'm going by so I hope this feels good to him.

My pussy is so warm and wet right now. He stands up then makes me bend over. "Hold the bed, arch yo back, baby." he demands. Him demanding shit in the bedroom is so fucking sexy to me right now. I do as told. I feel like he's about to kill my shit and I'm ready for it too. He pushes me down further where he wants me. I feel him massaging his dick on my clit. "Ooooooh, shit!" I scream in pleasure as he fucks the shit out of me, tearing my pussy up from the back. This nigga didn't give me no type of warning neither. Wow.

DREW

Reign got the wettest, tightest, and the best pussy I've ever slid my dick inside in my whole life. Damn. I'm working her from the back and I'm just watching my dick go in and out of her. That shit is so sexy. It's making noises like I'm in this bitch stirring some pasta and sauce and I love that sound. Her pussy the shit.

I pull out then slam my dick back inside of her, catching her off guard. "Oh my Gooood." she loudly moans. I feel her pussy pulsating and that shit feels so good to me. I grip her waist, holding her in place while I grind into her. Her shit damn near like crack. If this shit was a drug, it would be plenty of feinds and I would be one of them mothafuckas.

"You gon' give my pussy to another nigga? Huh? Huh?" I ask, pounding into her harder. She moaning and trying to run from it as her legs shake but I got her on lock so she ain't going nowhere. "No!" she moans out with her face on the covers. I'm fucking so good to the point of her getting in tears. I told her ass I could show her wassup better than I could tell her.

I pick her up, making her face me. I put my dick in her then walk to the wall. I got my back against the wall just killing her shit, slamming her up and down on me. Her eyes rolling back and she got her arms wrapped around my head. I know she getting fucked right because she loud like she can't even control it. That's how it be.

"This my pussy?" I ask, lifting her up and slamming her back down. "Yes!" she loudly moans with her mouth gapped wide open. I'm talking my shit but truth be told, she the only woman who ever made my damn toes curl and got me ready to tap out cause her shit feel that good. I swear it's like her pussy was made for my dick and she fits me like a glove. That alone is driving me crazy in this bitch.

I look in her eyes, slowing down as she moans, having a big, beautiful ass orgasm. It's something about the way she looks when she cums. I can see all the love she really got for me all in her eyes. I lean against the wall, groaning as I nut. I feel like my knees damn near about to buckle, that shit felt so good.

I lay her down on the bed, still inside of her. I kiss her on her lips then stick my tongue in her mouth. I feel so much when I kiss her. It's way more than I've ever felt with Shai or anybody else.  "You know I love the shit out yo ass, right?" I ask, looking in her eyes. I pull my dick out of her then kiss her again. "I love you too." she mumbles, then kisses me over and over. She holding on to me like she never wanna let me go but we both know reality will set in soon and that we'll be right back to living our lives and doing our own shit when it's all over with.

"You know I'm selfish as hell with you, Reign but I don't wanna fuck yo life up. If you wanna be with that nigga Qua, I ain't even gon' stop yo happiness." I say, putting my pride aside. Hell naw, I don't like that shit but if I'm doing my thing, it's fair for me to fall back and let her do her own shit too.

She smiles a little. "You regret this?" she asks. "Naw, cause this the moment I've been waiting on for a long ass time. Shai can't compare, her pussy can't compare either. Nobody compares to yo ass. You made it harder for other bitches." I admit. "But I do regret it a lil bit cause I know me and you can't be together." I add.

"You right." she says, sighing. I get off the top of her then help her up. Her legs are shaking and she standing up like she real close to falling down. "How bout we go to yo room and take a shower then go get some ice cream and chill. I'll spend the night in yo bed with you if you want to." I say, hoping she says yes. "Yeah, Drew." she says, hopping on my back for a piggy back ride to the bathroom. I know this shit will cause problems so Imma enjoy the shit out of this one night of peace and no problems.

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