“Yeah, it’s that obvious.” Nate grinned, showcasing his diamond studded smile. It was crazy how he knew what she was thinking. Marli blushed as she finally took in the stranger. He was handsome—tall, chocolate, low-cut waves. Marli smiled at him before peering back up at Dru. Rayna still sat on his lap, but his eyes were on Marli.
“I’m Leigh.” She introduced herself, giving him the alias she used to keep men in the club from recognizing who she was. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t. Most of the time, people just told her she looked like Marli from Hip Hop of Love.
“Nice to meet you, Leigh,” Nate replied as he moved closer to her. “I’m a touch yo’ inner thigh; smile and laugh.” He placed his hand on her exposed thigh.
“Excuse me?” Marli’s eyes grew big. She was about to slap his hand away, but he leaned closer to her ear.
“We got his attention; don’t look though. Giggle and place your hand on my chest,” Nate whispered. Marli didn’t know if it was the liquor, Nate’s charm, or this lingering thing with Dru, but she did as she was instructed.
“That should do the trick, beautiful.” Nate backed up from her a little and went back to his drink.
“Where are you from?” Marli questioned. Now she was intrigued by him and his cool demeanor. The least she could do was have a conversation with him.
“Detroit, and you?”
“Saint Louis, but I’m back and forth between Saint Louis and Atlanta for work.” She eyed the two remaining shots in front of her, realizing she shouldn’t have anything else to drink. Tomorrow was her sister’s vow renewal, and she was the maid of honor.
“Would you like these? I’m going to call it a night.” She pushed the mahogany flight paddle in front of him. Nate smiled before taking both shots.
“Let me at least walk you back to your room.” He stood, extending his arm for her to grab. Marli wasn’t naïve enough to let a stranger walk her to her room. She wasn’t about to end up drugged and sex trafficked.
“No, thank you. I think I can manage.” She stood, moving past his arm.
“At least let me walk you to the door,” he insisted. Marli nodded as she took his arm, and he led them through the crowd. Her eyes searched for Dru one last time, but he and Rayna were gone. Marli shook her head and focused her attention back on Nate as she exited the club.
“It was nice meeting you, Leigh.” Nate took her hand and kissed the back of it.
“Same to you.” She prepared to walk away, but he caught her arm.
“Can I have your number…” His words trailed off and his eyes showed that of defeat. Marli followed his gaze to see Dru approaching them.
“Nah,” Dru replied as he tossed Marli over his shoulder. Everything happened so fast that Marli didn’t have time to say bye to Nate. She hadn’t even been allotted enough time for her brain to process what was happening.
“Dru! What the hell!” she shouted as he secured her on his shoulder.
“Shut up, Marli,” was all he said as he walked off down the dimly lit dark path to their villa. She wanted to be angry, but this was exactly the reaction she wanted to get out of him. Looking up, her eyes searched for Nate, but he had already walked off. She sighed a sigh of relief. At least he had gotten the picture and bowed out peacefully. Marli smirked from her position on Dru’s shoulder. She should have been upset at how he’d just snatched her ass up, but her insides were leaking, and her heart was throbbing. She had Dru’s attention, and it felt damn good. Now that was all that mattered.
Six
Dru
She was baiting him. He knew it, but that didn’t stop him from pushing Rayna off his lap and moving toward her. These were the types of games Marli liked to play. She was a tit-for-tat type of female, and though it was frustrating sometimes, Dru could admit he liked the shit. He liked how Marli was confident and comfortable in her skin. She moved like a man weaving her way through the opposite sex but was still soft enough to sit in her femininity. Dru had fucked with a lot of women, but Marli had been the only one to treat him like just another nigga on her roster and not the rich boss nigga he was. She acted as if niggas like Max or the square ass nigga she was sitting with at the bar were of the same caliber as him. He was Dru Willis, the music mogul, and co-founder of Eight24 Records. He’d signed some of the biggest artists in the world. He was worth over three-hundred-million dollars, but Marli didn’t care about any of that. To her, he was just another nigga she’d fucked. She didn’t even realize how much of his heart she had.
As he watched her link arms with the stranger, his feet moved faster. At that moment, he wasn’t sure what he wanted from Marli, but she was done playing him like some lame ass nigga.
“Where are you going?” Rayna questioned as Dru reached the stairs in his pursuit of Marli. Her voice was laced with irritation. Dru didn’t care though. He was on a mission.
“I’m about to head out. Jake will make sure you get to the airport.” He kissed Rayna on the forehead. Rayna’s eyes widened.
“I thought I was staying longer, you know… be your date to the wedding.” She pouted. Dru shook his head. Rayna knew they weren’t on that type of time. He flew her out here and there and they fucked. That was all there was between them. She wasn’t even supposed to be on this trip, but after Janel had bowed out and Marli had disappeared, he thought why the hell not. It was fucked up, but it was what it was.
“I’m gon’ be busy tomorrow, but we can link next week when I get home.” He kissed her forehead again before taking off down the stairs. He didn’t see Marli anymore, and that made him quicken his pace to her. There was no way he was about to let her get fucked next door to his hotel room. As he reached the exit to the club, he saw Marli hand in hand with the strange nigga from the bar. He could tell by the way he had his phone out, he was attempting to get her number. Swiftly, Dru walked over to them.
“Nah!” He lifted her over his head and secured her.
“Dru! What the hell!” she shouted. Dru eyed the nigga she was talking to, daring him to say something. He didn’t.
“Shut yo’ ass up.” He smacked her on the ass as he took off toward their hotel rooms. He was expecting her to be pissed or have some slick shit to say, but nothing came. As he walked, Marli’s thick ass jiggled on the side of his face. Her sweet smell lingered under his nose. The thong swim bottoms she wore under her cover-up did nothing to keep her ass or even her fat pussy lips inside. Yeah, she had him fucked up.
“I look like the type of nigga you can keep playing with, Marli?” He moved his arm slightly to swipe a finger across her pussy lips. She jumped a little, but no response came from her mouth.
“Oh, you don’t hear me?” Dru swiped another finger through her slick folds. This time, he allowed his finger to breach her walls.
“Oh my God!” Marli gasped.
“You was gon’ give that nigga my pussy?” His thick digits fondled her insides as he spoke. Dru didn’t care who saw them as he walked the dimly lit pathway.
“You gave my dick to Rayna,” she countered, and a soft moan escaped her lips.
“Oh, it’s yo’ dick now?” He loved to hear her say that shit. Marli would always try to fight it—to fight him. She didn’t want to claim anyone and didn’t want to be claimed by anybody.
“Fuck!” Marli moaned from the friction he was causing as he shoved his fingers in and out of Marli’s wet juices. His desire for her was rising, making his steps increase. They didn’t have far to go to reach their rooms, and Dru couldn’t fight it anymore. He needed to be buried so deep inside her walls that she never looked at another nigga again. Pulling his hand from her insides, he sucked his finger one by one in his mouth. Marli’s pussy juices were without a doubt a secret recipe that was made especially for him.
“You keep playing with a real nigga, Marli.” He reentered her vagina, shoving his three fingers in this time. He hooked his fingers around her G-spot and tugged.
“Ooh! Dru...” She panted. He could feel her lips tightening around his fingers, about to give him exactly what he had been asking for.
“You better not ever smile in another nigga’s face while I’m right there.” He smacked her ass just as they approached their doorstep.
