Cierra.

I fumbled, my heart hammering against my chest as I whispered, "Uh... uh... can I make a call?"

He paused, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, blue eyes glinting in the dim light. "Uh... sure, sure," he said casually, though I could feel the tension behind his voice.

I slipped into the bathroom, the click of the door locking behind me echoing like a heartbeat. My fingers trembled as I dialed my mum. The line rang twice before her warm, familiar voice came through.

"Hey, girl."

"Mum... what the fuck?!" I snapped, exasperation dripping from every word.

"What's going on, baby?" she asked, her tone soft, careful.

"Why are you flooding my phone with texts?" I fired back, irritation bubbling.

"Oh... I just wanted to make sure you're okay and won't have any issues tomorrow," she said, her voice casual, but there was a tiny edge of manipulation there.

"Wow, so selfish," I spat, anger rising. "Always checking in only when you need something from me!"

There was a pause, then a soft, almost guilt-ridden voice. "Sorry, baby... I apologize."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though she couldn't see me. "Come on, mom... you don't even apologize on a random day. You only do it when it's convenient."

Her soft chuckle floated through the phone, making my stomach twist. "Baby, get your punani wet so you don't develop mood swings tomorrow," she teased.

I ended the call, shaking my head at the audacity, just as a voice made me jump.

"Are you okay?"

My heart skipped a beat. I stammered, "Uh... yeah... yeah, I'm okay. Totally."

He stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating off him. "What's going on tomorrow?" he asked, a quiet curiosity threading his tone.

"Uh... uh... my sister's party... I'll be leaving," I mumbled, heat creeping up my neck as I avoided his gaze.

He didn't press, but his presence was like gravity, pulling me closer without a single word. The air thickened with unspoken tension, and then he whispered, his voice low and teasing, "C'mon... let me clear your mood."

My pulse surged as we walked back toward the room. The moment the door shut behind us, he was on me. His hands on my hips, mine on his chest, the heat of our bodies colliding. Lips met in a bruising, desperate kiss, hands tangled in hair, exploring, teasing, claiming.

He grabbed my breast, squeezing it softly. He took my nipples in his mouth as he sucked profusely.

"Fuck fuck!" I moaned as he held my waist, pressing his cock on my thighs.

"Do you need me to stop?" he whispered tracing his fingers down my clit.

"No..No...fuck..No Daddy...Don't stop." I breathed out shamelessly.

"Good girl, Now spread those legs for papa." he slapped my ass and flipped me over.

I arched my waist so he could get an easy penetration as he stroked his dick before inserting inside me.

"Holy fuck." I screamed, he closed my mouth and began thrusting in slowly.

"Faster." I moaned as he began thrusting in fast, making sure his cock hit every vital place in my pussy.

I moaned, giving into the raw electricity between us, our rhythm urgent, unrelenting.

"Yes Yes, Daddyyy." I screamed out...he flipped me over and held my neck, choking me down to the bed, making me gasp for air.

He kept fucking me hard, nonstop as my legs kept shaking.

Moments, we were both trembling, collapsing into the bed with a synchronized shudder, hearts racing.

I rolled beside him, my chest heaving, and the conversation began, tentative yet loaded.

"Why... why do you want to marry a woman when you're clearly not ready to settle?" I asked, voice soft, tinged with frustration.

He tilted his head, blue eyes locking onto mine with that penetrating intensity. "How am I not ready to settle?"

"Uh... your actions," I whispered, biting my lip.

"You should explain," he said, voice low, dangerous.

I stared at him, my breath catching. Oh... fuck. His eyes... dazzling, hungry, consuming. I shivered. Was it me he wanted, or something else?

"Younger ladies have done me no good," he murmured, almost to himself.

"But...?" I pressed, leaning closer, heart hammering.

"And why should I open up to you?" His voice was teasing but guarded.

I crawled closer, brushing against him, heat igniting between us. "Because... we've gone two rounds, and I'm still giving you an erection," I said, voice dripping with boldness.

He scoffed, a laugh rumbling deep in his chest. "A whore has no place in my life."

I cleared my throat, shame prickling, but I met his gaze. "Oh... maybe if you don't see it in the negative side, you'd understand why people become who they are."

His laugh was sharp, teasing. "Laziness. Laziness, it is."

I sighed, frustration mingling with desire. "But why did you say 'younger women'? Are you young also... or is that your fetish?"

He exhaled slowly, leaning back, voice low. "These are reasons I think twice before laying a side girl."

I sat up, smirk tugging at my lips. "Enjoy your night," I said, beginning to pack my things, trying to mask the tremor in my fingers.

He frowned. "Where are you going?"

"To my spot... of course. My work here is done," I said lightly, but the tension thrummed between us.

"Nah... stay," he said, a quiet command in his tone.

"No... I have to go," I countered.

Before I could move, his hand grabbed mine, pushing me to the wall. I gasped, my back pressed flush against him. His breath ghosted over my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"I repeat... stay," he whispered, possessive, low, intoxicating.

"You have no right to regulate an order to me," I breathed, heart racing uncontrollably.

He smiled, cruel and playful, "But your body says otherwise."

I bent slightly, noticing my nipples hard, my body betraying me. His cock pressing insistently against my thigh made thought impossible. I swallowed hard, a shiver running down my spine.

Finally, my voice came, trembling but daring: "Fine!, Show me how bad you can make my pussy drip, Daddy."

Dominic's POV.

"You want to know what Daddy can do?" I said, voice low enough to stir the air between us.

My whore doll since I can't figure out her name arched a brow. "Save yourself the stress of talking and go down on your knees."

The corner of my mouth lifted. The audacity in that girl. "You're too young to be this wild."

"And yet not young enough to keep your body from begging for me," she fired back, half-smile, half-challenge.

The room felt smaller. My pulse was louder than the bass coming from the club below us. I reached for her wrist and turned her toward the bed. "You play with fire, you'll get burned," I murmured.

"Then light the match," she breathed.

I pushed her gently onto the sheets, a motion caught somewhere between command and care. She looked up at me like she already knew she had the upper hand. "Welcome to my honey kitty," she teased.

I couldn't help a short laugh, shaking my head as I slid my finger through her panties, gently rubbing her clit.

She bit my arms, making me shove my finger in her mouth.

"Yes, take that in." I groaned, watching her spit on my cock and caressed it.

She chuckled and whispered, "You love it, don't you?"

"Spit on that cock and stroke it like you love it, it's all yours." I commanded, and slid my cock inside her pussy..she adjusted her waist for easy penetration as I teased her with my tip.

"Tell me something," I said, still smiling. "Your mom must be an expert."

She froze...just like that, the atmosphere shifted. The tease disappeared, replaced by something raw.

"Why would you uh...call out my mom?" she asked, voice cracking.

I blinked. "Oh... sorry if I brought out a dead part."

"She's not dead," she snapped.

"Then why react that way?"

"Because it sounded weird coming from you," she said quietly.

I studied her face, the flicker of emotion that didn't belong in a night like this. I stepped closer, fingers brushing her hair back. "Don't take it personal," I said softly. "It's just words."

She looked away, then back at me, conflicted. I flipped her over and pressed a slow, careful kiss against her shoulder, not passion now but reassurance. The air buzzed again, thick, charged...but before the tension could build further, my phone started ringing.

"Damn it," I muttered. "Not now."

She caught my wrist. "Don't pick it."

"I..."

"I said don't," she insisted, eyes dark.

I held her gaze. "Someone's getting a little obsessed with Daddy," I teased, half-laugh, half-warning.

She met my stare, pupils wide, her breathing uneven. "What are you doing to me?" she whispered.

"I..." I started, but the phone rang again, louder, breaking the moment completely.

"Excuse me," I said, pulling away.

"Sure," she murmured, masking disappointment with indifference.

I grabbed the phone. "Samantha, what now?"

Her voice came through bright and excited. "Dom, don't sound so cold! We're down to one day, can you believe it? The florist just sent the mock-ups, and they're perfect. Everyone's asking how the groom's feeling."

I forced a smile into my tone. "Thrilled, obviously."

"Don't tease. I want you to sound like you mean it tomorrow, okay? You're supposed to look at me like you're already in love, remember?"

"I'll handle it," I said.

"Handle it? Dominic, this is our wedding. Try saying something sweet like 'I can't wait to see you.' "

I sighed. "I can't wait to see you, Samantha."

"Better," she laughed. "Now be sweet. Tomorrow we will become forever."

"Forever," I echoed, flat but polite.

When I hung up and turned back, My whore doll was sitting up, expression unreadable. "Sorry, baby. My fiancée called."

"Oh," she said, tone sharp. "That's... cute."

"Yeah," I said. "You need an invitation?"

She let out a short, humorless laugh. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"How do you invite someone you were fucking the night before your wedding to come watch you say 'I do'?"

"Maybe," I said, walking closer, "so you can see what you're about to miss."

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not your ex or fiancee, Dominic. I shouldn't and can't be missing you."

"You wanna grab that position so bad," I said calmly.

"I never said that."

I smiled. "No, you didn't. But your eyes did. Your body too."

She tried to answer, but stumbled over her words..."How... uh... I.."

"Exactly," I said softly. "That's what I meant."

She scoffed, folding her arms. "You're unbelievable...and full of empty arrogance!"

"Thank you."

"And a manipulator."

"Coming from a woman who still refuses to take off her mask," I replied.

Her jaw tightened. "Yeah, well... it's policy."

"I could've taken it off," I said.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I promised my fiancée I wouldn't be looking at another woman," I said simply.

Her eyes widened. "I don't even understand you."

"It's called loyalty."

She gave a short, bitter laugh. "Right. Loyalty."

I reached for the pack on the table, pulled out a cigarette, and held one out. "Want some?"

She pushed it away. "No. I'm done here."

I leaned back, amused. "Finally, your pussy takes a break."

She turned sharply. "What did you just say?"

"Shut the door behind you," I said, voice low, dismissive.

She froze, anger radiating from her. "You really think you can just talk to people like that?"

"People? Or you?" I asked, meeting her eyes.

"You think this little power trip makes you untouchable?"

"Not untouchable," I said. "Just aware."

"Of what?"

"That you're still standing here arguing, have some self respect darling.." I said quietly.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, a knock rattled the door. I smiled, tugged my shirt on, and walked toward it. She leaned against the wall, watching me, her breathing still uneven.

I stopped inches from her, close enough that she could feel my breath. "What...uh...what are you doing?" she whispered.

I lifted a finger, pressed it gently against her lips. "Get over this obsession, Cierra," I murmured. "Or it'll ruin you."

She stiffened, eyes darting up to mine. For a second, she looked small, vulnerable. I brushed her hand aside, opened the door, and stepped out.

The hallway spilled into noise and colored light. Downstairs, the club pulsed...red strobes, laughter, music that vibrated through the floor. The scent of whiskey and sweat, perfume and smoke. Crowds shifted like waves, bodies gliding, glittering, losing themselves in the night.

I moved through it, nodding at a few familiar faces until I reached the VIP corner where my friends were posted. They were mid-laugh, bottles half-empty, the usual chaos before the calm of wedding responsibility. I leaned in, lowered my voice. "Got an emergency to hit up. I'll call you boys tomorrow."

"Don't vanish on your last night of freedom," one of them shouted over the music.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I said, already heading toward the exit.

"Dad!"

I turned. My son was weaving through the crowd toward me, phone in hand. 23, tall, wearing that same grin I used to pull when I thought I was grown.

"Been calling you," he said, breathless.

"Why are you here?" I asked, half-stern.

"To meet a friend."

"You've got a friend here?"

He smirked. "Yeah. Need to tell her something before i leave the country."

I laughed. "Careful, son."

"Always, Dad." He gave me a quick hug, then jogged toward the bar.

I stepped outside to the car, cool night air biting my skin. As I opened the door, a folded photo slipped out onto the pavement. I bent down, picked it up...and froze.

My son smiling, arm around a girl with familiar eyes, familiar posture. My gut twisted. She looked too damn much like someone I should know.

I let out a low whistle. "My son sure knows how to pull a real baddie," I muttered, half-proud, half-uneasy.

"Hot kid!" I called. He turned. "You forgot this."

He jogged over, took the photo, grinning. "Appreciate it, Dad."

"Your eye's sharp as hell, kid. That baddie you pulled...man, damn. so much like your daddy haha. "

He laughed. "Don't start, Dad."

Then a voice cut through the noise.

"George! Why are you here?"

The sound froze me. we turned toward it, every muscle locking.

George's POV

I turned, and there Blinky was....arms folded across his chest, lashes long, lip gloss shimmering like he owned the entire damn hallway. He had that stare... that "boy don't play in my face" stare.

I swallowed.

"Uh... Blinky, I need to, uh..."

Before I could even form a sentence, my dad stepped right beside me like a problem I didn't order.

"Hello," he said, eyeing Blinky from head to toe. "Mind me asking what's goin' on here?"

Blinky flipped his hair, hand on his hip.

"Ohhh, you tryna book a session, daddy?" he purred, licking his lip dramatically. "'Cause you know... I handle clients real good."

My dad smirked, shameless.

"You gonna do well in the bedroom, no lie. I know men who like that kinda energy."

Blinky hissed so loud I thought steam left his ears.

"Uh-huh, so that's the vibe? I actually thought you was gonna drop at least a penny on me. My bad for overestimating your senior citizen's pocket."

I grabbed Blinky's arm real quick before he started a fire we couldn't put out.

"Ayy...stop...come here..."

He snatched his arm back.

"Boy, why the fuck are you grabbing me like your ex? Don't be yanking on me."

"I'm trying to stop you from embarrassing me with my dad, Blinky," I muttered, voice tight.

"Ohhh." He rolled his neck. "So why you here anyway?"

"Is Cierra in?"

He blinked. "Sorry, baby, Cierra don't work here."

I grabbed his arm again. "Blinky. Cut the lies. When Cierra and I were dating, I dropped her off here for work. Don't play."

He froze, then let out a slow "ahhh...ahhh, makes sense now..."

I sighed, hand dragging down my face. "Okay, so where is she now?"

He squinted at me. "Hold up. Y'all broke up during the summer. So why the hell you need to see her, huh?"

"She needs to know something important," I said.

"Call her then. You got her number."

"For fuck's sake, Blinky, not today..."

"EXCUSE ME?" he snapped, hand on hip. "I'm not your ex, so tone that dirty-ass voice down."

I exhaled quickly.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But please... can I see Cierra?"

He held my stare for a long moment.

Finally he said, "Aight. I'll go tell her."

"Oh... thanks, Hun..."

"No," he snapped, finger in my face. "Stay. Here. Do not follow me."

I nodded.

He turned and strutted off, hips moving like he had theme music behind him.

I stared at him walking away and muttered,

"Damn... he got more ass than most regular girlies."

Right then, a woman walked by, heels clacking like gunshots. She stopped and gave me a slow, hungry stare.

"Hello, hot boy," she said.

"Uh..." I cleared my throat and fixed my eyes on the wall. The last thing I needed was another rumor Cierra would hear.

She stepped closer. "Hey, I'm talking to you."

"Oh...hey."

"You look real familiar..." she said, circling me like a predator. Her perfume hit me so hard I almost leaned away.

"Oh really..."

"Mhm." She walked a slow circle, eyes dragging down my body. "Too damn hot to resist. Why you standing out here? Come inside..."

"Uh....no, mama. I'm good."

She slid a hand up my neck. "Don't you wish mama would clap her ass on that baby you got growing down there?"

My eyes widened. I immediately covered myself, heat rushing up my neck. "Uh... nah. I came for something important."

She pulled back with a scoff. "Mm. So you just gon' disrespect me like that? Boy, whoever raised you...."

Before she finished, the hallway door opened.

Blinky came out...

and Cierra walked out behind him.

My heart dropped so hard it shook me.

I stepped forward. "Oh... finally."

I went to hold her hand, but she slapped mine away like it burned her.

The other woman clicked her tongue. "Sooo you rejected Chelsea for this cumbag?"

I blinked. "Who's Chelsea?"

She pointed at herself dramatically. "Me! My name is Chelsea."

"Oh... well...you're just too old for me."

She gasped like I shot her. "BOY, FUCK YOU."

She threw a middle finger in my face, storming off....but then stopped and eyed Cierra from head to toe.

"So... did you handle that cock successfully?"

Cierra stepped forward, eyes blazing. "With all due respect? Fuck off."

Chelsea snapped. "Girl, don't be mad 'cause your man out here tryna get with somebody classy..."

"Classy?" Cierra laughed. "You smell like expired wine and desperation."

Chelsea clutched her chest. "Oh she got jokes."

"You walked up to my ex and tried to drag him inside like he's on your payroll," Cierra shot back. "Please be serious."

"At least I can pull a man," Chelsea barked.

"Please. You pull backs, legs, and necks too, I bet."

"Ohhh, bitch..."

Blinky slid between them like a referee. "Yo, yo, yo...relax. Chelsea, go home. You smell like birthday cake and bad decisions."

Chelsea gasped, pointed at all of us dramatically, then stomped away.

Blinky turned to me with a smirk. "A tip, please. For saving your messy ass."

I sighed, pulled out my wallet, and shoved money into his hand. "Here."

He snapped his fingers. "Energy!! Let me go tell my girls I got paid today." He walked off swinging the cash.

And just like that, it was only me and Cierra.

Her blue eyes locked on mine, cold but full of something I couldn't name.

"You must be tired," I said softly. "How was work?"

"Stressful," she said. "But worth everything."

"I'm sure." I pulled off my coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's cold outside."

She hesitated... but finally whispered, "Thank you."

My throat tightened. "Uh... yeah."

"So why are you here?"

"To talk to you," I said.

"About what?"

"If we can elope. Together."

She laughed... loud, sharp. "George, please spare me."

"No...listen. I'm going overseas today. Later this morning. And I want you to come with me."

"Okay. I'm done here." She turned to leave.

"No, no...okay, okay... just for a month!"

"Bye, baby."

"Wait...wait...wait..."

She stopped with the tiredness of someone who had cried too much over the same person. "George, please stop being an obsessed ex. Get over me."

I grabbed her hand gently. "You know I love you so much, Cierra."

She scoffed. "You think I'm what, TEN? That you can play like that?"

"C'mon Cierra. I'm not playing you..."

"You love me, yet you had a damn threesome in the same hotel room we booked for our anniversary."

"You know I was depressed....my mom's death.."

"WHAT are you saying?" she snapped. "Your mom dying didn't push you into a threesome a whole year later."

Her voice cracked... not with softness, but with rage.

She turned to walk away.

I grabbed her hand again.

She glared back. "Let me go, George."

"No," I whispered. "I won't."

She struggled, but I pulled her closer.

"So you're really gonna let five years go down the mud?"

"No," she shot back. "Not the mud. The gutters. So dead worms can feed on it."

I swallowed hard. "So you hate me now?"

"I don't even care about you."

Something snapped in me. "Cierra, shut the fuck up! What am I not doing? I give you flowers, gifts, everything... just to win you back. It's not like I killed somebody."

She stepped closer and hit my chest with both hands. "It's that simple, George! GET. OVER. ME."

I leaned in, whispering. "What if I don't?"

Her lips parted... maybe for anger, maybe for something else...but the words never came.

"Let's go in," I whispered.

She swallowed hard.

I pushed her gently against the wall, her breath catching...

My hands slipped under her gown...

"George..." she whispered, trembling.

"C'mon," I breathed. "Take me inside."

And just like that...

I kicked the ball.

Let the whole world scream:

GOAL!!