Fate

49.3

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From the section, Rome watched Alora mauvor through the crowd after dancing with a couple random faces he never saw before. He realized she was making her way towards the exit, he quickly stood to his feet doing the same using the staircase near the entrance to get from the second level to the first.

As his feet touched the ground Alora exited the building, bodyguard damn near carrying her. "Yo Lo!" he called out, pushing through the door.

Alora and the bodyguard both turned around to see who was calling after her. "Why you out here?"

"I'm," she paused, stopping a heck up. "Drunk?" he finished, eyeing how she was leaning against the guy. "I'm not yet." she said honestly. "My head is banging so I'm leaving. I didn't want to mess up everyone else's night so I didn't say anything."

"I parked on the side of the building. Can you bring my car around?" he passed his keys to the guy, scooping Alora from his arms. "Got it boss." he said, keys in hand he walked away.

"You don't have to cut ya night short on my account Ro." she said, leaning her head against his stomach since she was so short.

"I really don't care how my night ends as long as it's with you ma." he pecked her forehead, holding her close.

"Ew stop being all mushy nigga," she giggled, looking up at him. "Girl hush!" he playfully mushed her forehead.

When the bodyguard pulled up in front of the club with the car Rome guided Alora to the front passenger side. She got in, went straight for the usb cord to hook up her phone. After he made sure she was comfortable inside he jogged to the other side getting in.

Alora shifted in the sit removing her small taurus handgun from her thigh, placing it inside the middle console. Rome had to do a double take. "I ain't even peep that jawn all night."

Alora chuckled, "I mean if you had moved to hands a few inches higher when I was twerking on ya you would've."

Rome removed his two guns from the small of his back then passed them to Alora. She placed them in the glove compartment then repositioned herself,  legs were placed on top of each other on a slant, her body was facing Rome instead of the front window.

"I just wanna take you out and show you off. You already know that vou the perfect one. Girl when I'm with you feel like a champion," Rome rapped along to the song, bobbing his head to the beat.

She went to change the song because it was a old ass song but Rome gently snatched her phone from her hands and continued. "I won, I won a trophy. I just wanna take you out and show you off You already know that you the perfect one."

While he rapped along his eyes bounced back and forth between the road and Alora, coming to a light he place his index under her chin damn near staring into her soul or at least that's what it felt like. "I wanna live my dream with you. You say that money don't matter just the times and the memories. Now that ass gettin' fatter and I know it's because of me."

He licked his lips, Alora instantly clenched her legs tightly together feeling her panties get wet. The whole scene was like something out of a music video; he had one hand gripping the steering wheel, the cuban link and a few other glistening jewels hugged his neck, the diamonds danced in his audemar piguet everytime he moved his hand paired with his shirt unbuttoned at the top. Rome looked good enough to eat.

Aloras pussy wasn't the only thing that was getting wet, her mouth slavaited for him. Letting her intruvise thoughts win she reached over and rubbed at his print. "Alora." he called out her name when he felt her hands gliding over his print slowly.