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have gotten a damn bat and beat the shit out of these hungry, thirsty niggas who probably had bitches at home in bed waiting for them. But there they were groping me. Feeling me up, as if I were the last woman on earth.
    At this point, I was so angry that I ignored Ray altogether. My eyes stayed locked on Miles, who I could tell didn’t approve of this. He appeared to have sympathy for me. He looked as if he wanted to come rescue me. Then again, maybe his eyes were saying how badly he wanted to fuck me. If that were the case, I was in business. Fucking Miles would eat Ray alive, simply because they were competitors more than they were friends. I wanted Ray to see my eyes locked on Miles. It was all in my plan tonight, but for now, I had to get through this madness.
    â€œI ain’t ever laid my eyes on an ass this round and pretty,” one nigga said. He wiped across his wet, juicy lips and planted a kiss on my right ass cheek. “I’ma need to get the hell out of here and settle this dick of mine down. Ray, this bitch is bad. My ass gon’ have a heart attack.”
    Ray didn’t respond, and I didn’t dare look his way. My eyes remained on Miles. I figured that Ray would notice, and after a while, he surely did. As I stood grinding my body against another man, Ray jumped in front of me.
    â€œThat’s enough,” he shouted. “Now, y’all niggas done had y’all selves a good time tonight with my woman. She lookin’ wore out, so back away from her and let’s finish partyin’.”
    Finally, I spoke up. “I’m not tired, Ray. Actually, I was kind of enjoying myself. Leave these niggas alone. They’re just having fun.”
    Ray’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. The fools around me were very happy that I wasn’t ready to call it quits. One even had his hand on my breast, massaging it.
    Ray smacked his hand away and winced at me. “I said you’re done. Get yo’ clothes back on and go sit yo’ ass in the car and wait for me.”
    Inside I was kind of smiling. On the outside, my expression didn’t change. I swiped up my dress and threw it over my shoulder. As I made my way to the bathroom, several men smacked my ass and continued to touch me with their grimy hands. More money was dropped at my feet, but Ray ordered that trick Shirley to pick it all up.
    I went into the bathroom and closed the door. Right then, I released a deep sigh and allowed some tears to fall. I wanted to shower so badly. I couldn’t wait to get home to do so. That’s all I wanted, along with a bed that I would, hopefully, sleep in alone tonight.
    After I cleaned myself up in the bathroom, and put my dress back on, I walked out the door. Miles stood right outside of the door waiting for me.
    â€œYou got a minute?” he said.
    My eyes shifted toward the living room area. I figured Ray would be looking for me, or that he would make sure I’d gone to the car as I was told.
    â€œDon’t worry about him,” Miles said. “He’s drunk as hell, and as you know, he’s being entertained by someone else.”
    I guess Miles thought that would hurt my feelings, but it didn’t. I was about to shrug, but I caught myself. Instead, I moved away from the door and followed Miles outside. We stood close to the house, smoking a blunt and talking.
    â€œI don’t know what’s up with Ray, and if I could apologize for what that nigga has put you through, I would.”
    â€œNobody can apologize for Ray but him. And at this point, an apology is not what I need from him.”
    Miles took a hit from the joint then swallowed the smoke. He pulled his leather jacket back and stared at me with lust in his hazelnut addictive eyes. I couldn’t stand to look into them, so I lowered my head to gaze at the ground. Miles lifted my chin and made me look at him.
    â€œThen what is it that you need? Tell me, TD. I promise not to say a word