Page 10 of Raziel
With a shovel for whoever she replaced me with.
Chapter four- Maya
Three months later.
I was in VIP, legs crossed, glass in hand, sitting on some rapper’s lap. He was fine—tall, dark skin, gold grills on the top and bottom. Waves for days. His name was something like Ten Chains or some shit. He was visiting Tampa from Miami.
I met him outside the club—he pulled me out of the line to walk in with him.
I liked free shit, so I followed.
Out of nowhere, he grabbed a fistful of my short hair, forcing me to look over my shoulder at him.
“This my song,” he said.
I tuned in. The bass was thick enough to make my ribs vibrate. He was rapping about some light-skinned girl with a big ass.
“Dance for me,” he said, lifting his phone to film. “This about to blow up on Insta. You’ll be famous.”
I didn’t give a fuck about social media, but I smirked and stood. Looked over my shoulder, rolled my hips to the beat, bounced my ass, let the lace of my dress ride up just enough to sit below my cheeks.
Dragged my fingertips over my breasts.
Being drug-free had done my body good. I’d gained most of my weight back, toned up. Thighs thicker. Ass rounder, fatter.The lace hugged it all.
My ass was moving like it had a mind of its own.
He groaned behind me. “Shit. That’s what I’m talking about.”
He grabbed a handful of ass.
I laughed.
I turned my head to eye him.
He threw his hands up. “I ain’t do it on purpose.”
I laughed again, even though he was starting to irk me but the attention was a good distraction. He was getting all worked up, and I was about thirty minutes from going home and crawling into bed.
I only came out because I needed something to do on a Saturday night besides lying in bed thinking about getting high.
Fucking with him, I kept going.
Turned around.
His eyes were low, stuck on my curves.
I stepped between his knees, planted one foot on the booth beside him, leaning forward just enough for my cleavage to spill over my top.
He licked his lips like he was starving.
I danced in place, grinding my hips just out of his reach.
His hands hovered—then landed.
A hard smack.
I grinned and leaned in close like I was about to whisper something nasty in his ear.
