Xavier lounged on his couch, his eyes fixed on the screen as his thumb scrolled through the endless feed. The sudden shrill of his phone pierced the air, and he groaned, his face twisting in annoyance. He hesitated for a moment before answering, his voice laced with a hint of reluctance. "What's up bro?"
Damon's boisterous voice exploded on the other end, his words tumbling out in a rush. "What's up, man? I'm at the party, Patricia's club, and you're nowhere to be found! Where the hell are you?"
Xavier's expression turned sheepish, his eyes darting around the room as he settled deeper into the couch. "Home," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Damon's disbelief was palpable, his voice rising to a near-shout. "Home?! What are you doing at home, man? This party is lit! The music is pumping, and the girls are gorgeous! You need to get your lazy ass here, pronto!"
The din of the club pulsed through the phone, the thumping bass and raucous laughter creating a vivid image of the vibrant scene. Xavier's face twisted in distaste, his eyes closing in a silent protest. "Dude, I don't think so," he declined, his voice firm but laced with a hint of longing.
Damon's voice was laced with a mischievous grin as he declared, "You're coming, Xavier, one way or another. Either I'll drag you here or you'll surrender to the temptation."
His eyes locked onto a sultry siren, her curves barely concealed by a bra and G-string. Damon's gaze was transfixed, his lips curling into a sly smile as he savored the sight. "You won't want to miss this moe boo, trust me."
Xavier's resolve crumbled, his sigh audible as he rose from the couch. "Fine, I'll be there in twenty."
Damon's taunt was swift and playful. "Fifteen, or you'll miss your chance with the lovely ladies. Tonight's gonna be lit!" He winked at the dancing seductress, her eyes sparkling with invitation.
Xavier's retort was laced with sarcasm. "I hope you don't get burned... to a crisp."
Damon's laughter boomed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "To your death, my friend!"
Xavier's response was resolute. "If this is what it takes to meet my maker, then so be it. I'm in."
Xavier's voice crackled through the phone, his words laced with a brazen hunger. "Save some pussy for me!"
Damon's response was swift and unapologetic, his tone dripping with carnal intent. "There's no saving tonight, only surrender. Get your ass here, pronto!"
As he spoke, Damon's gaze ensnared the lady in the G-string, his eyes ravishing her curves like a starving man devouring a feast. "Hello, Pretty..." He purred, his smile a sly invitation.
The girl's eyes locked onto his, her gaze roaming over Damon's chiseled physique like a wild animal stalking its prey
As he spoke, Damon's gaze ensnared the lady in the G-string, his eyes ravishing her curves like a starving man devouring a feast. "Hello, Pretty..." He purred, his smile a sly invitation.
The girl's eyes locked onto his, her gaze roaming over Damon's chiseled physique like a wild animal stalking its prey. Damon's lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with pleasure.
"Share your drink with me?" Damon asked, his voice husky with flirtation.
The girl's laughter was a throaty purr, her hand reaching for a glass with a sultry slowness. But Damon's fingers closed around her wrist, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "No... not that one, Pretty. I crave the nectar below."
The air was heavy with tension, their words hanging like a challenge in the charged atmosphere. The girl's eyes sparkled with understanding, her lips parting in a silent invitation.
"Follow me," she said, inviting him to the VIP room, which was meant for making out. She spread her legs for Damon to suck on her wet entrance. A devilish smile appeared on Damon's lips.
Damon's eyes locked onto hers, a devilish smile spreading across his lips. He gently pushed her back onto the plush sofa of the VIP room, the dim lighting casting a sultry glow over her body. She shivered in anticipation, her breath hitching as he slowly parted her thighs, revealing her wet entrance.
With deliberate slowness, Damon leaned in, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. He planted soft kisses along her inner thighs, each one sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His tongue flicked out, teasing her entrance, tasting her arousal.
She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, urging him closer. Damon complied, his tongue delving deeper, swirling and licking with expert precision. He savored her taste, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive her wild. Her hips bucked against his mouth, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
He increased the intensity, his tongue pressing harder, his lips sucking and teasing her most sensitive spot. She felt the pleasure building, a tight coil in her belly ready to snap. With a final flick of his tongue, she cried out, her body shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
Damon didn't stop until she was completely spent, her body limp and sated. He looked up at her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and wiped his mouth with a smug grin.
Xavier strode out of his house, his white Louis Vuitton shirt and black jeans radiating confidence. His dark shades hid his eyes, but his smirk hinted at a secret. He slung his black leather jacket over his shoulder, ready to take on the day.
Meanwhile, Kamsi struggled to navigate the elevator doors, her vision obscured by a towering stack of brown boxes. As she rushed out, her burden crashed to the floor, and she collided with Xavier. His sneer twisted his face, and his eyes blazed with annoyance.
"Are you blind or something?" Xavier snapped, his voice low and menacing.
Kamsi's eyes flashed with defiance. "You should be asking yourself that. Are you blind?" she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The tension between them crackled like electricity. Xavier's phone fixation had led to the collision, but Kamsi's box-filled blindness had contributed to the chaos. As they stood amidst the scattered boxes, their words hung in the air like a challenge, each waiting for the other to make the next move.
Xavier's eyes gleamed with superiority as he hurled the insult: "You know what I don't have time for? Stupid and ugly girls like you." Kamsi's face burned with shame and anger, her eyes wide with disbelief. The elevator doors slid shut, enveloping Xavier in a smug smile, while Kamsi was left to simmer in humiliation.
As the elevator disappeared, Kamsi's shock gave way to fury. "Did he really just call me stupid and...ugly?" she whispered, her voice trembling with indignation. Her face contorted in disgust, she spat out the words: "He's an arrogant, condescending jerk!"
Just then, her mother, Mrs. Chibuike, approached her, concern etched on her face. "Kamsi, what happened? What took you so long?" Kamsi's scowl deepened as she entered their new apartment, her voice dripping with venom: "Just a run-in with a pompous, self-absorbed neighbor, Mom." Mrs. Chibuike's eyes narrowed, her expression stern.