even know it but Quan and Tez were eyeing her the entire time. Both men were mesmerized by the suggestive words and the way Mo sang them. Mo didn't make it any better by winding her hips and caressing her body as she vibed to the beat. She had totally gone to another place. She didn't care who was in the club watching her.
She wasn't about to let Quan or Tez fuck up her night. Mo was gonna have fun no matter what. Then the next thing she knew, two strong muscular arms were wrapped around her waist. Mo didn't even turn around to see who it was. She just kept on dancing. Whoever it was standing behind her, his dick was extra hard. Turned on, Mo pressed her butt up against his dick and grinded even harder.
"There go yo' man," Quan spoke deep into her ear while nibbling on her earlobe.
"What are you talkin' about now, Quan?" she asked, irritated.
"Over there by the door."
Mo focused her eyes on the entranceway and caught eyes with Tez. Quan did, too. For a minute they all just looked at each other.
"He's not my man."
"I hear you talkin'." Quan kissed her exposed shoulder before walking away.
The thought of how Quan would even know what Tez looked like crossed her mind, but then she realized that her brother probably told him who he was. Snitch , she thought.
Mo rolled her eyes and continued to dance, until she noticed Quan walking over in Tez's direction. Thinking what the fuck , she quickly made her way through the crowd and caught up with him.
"What you think you about to do?"
"You'll see. Yo, my man, let me holla at you for a second," Quan said, walking up on Tez.
"What's good, cuz?"
"Yo' name Tez, right?"
"You got it. What, you think you know me or something?" he replied, mean mugging Quan.
"Nah, I don't know you at all, homey, but I think you know my lady," Quan said, pointing to Mo. "You know her?" Tez slowly looked Mo over, bit his bottom and lip and responded with a wicked grin. "Yeah I know her. We used to be real close pot'nahs. What's good, Mo?" Mo didn't even speak back. She simply rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
"So what's the deal now? Y'all ain't close no more?" Quan asked, still fishing for answers.
"You good. You ain't got to worry about Mo, she a good girl. Ain't that right, Mo?" Tez smiled, letting out a slight chuckle.
Rolling her eyes, Mo ignored his last comment and decided not to reply.
"A'ight then peep, good lookin' out," Quan said, giving Tez dap. "Come on, Mo, let's go." He took her by the hand.
Furious, she followed him halfway across the room before she let him have it. Mo snatched her hand away, pushed him in the arm and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong wit you?"
"Yo, calm yo' ass down. Don't put yo' hands on me no more."
"Why would you embarrass me like that?"
"Look, I had to know if you were tellin' the truth."
"So my word ain't good wit you no more?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"You know what, Quan, I ain't got time for this," she snapped, walking away.
Needing to clear her mind, Mo hit up the bartender for a drink. The girl was in desperate need of a Long Island Iced Tea. Fuck Quan. If he want to act stupid, then he can do it by himself, she thought. That was until she looked over and saw him all up in some young chick's face. The girl was leaning up against the wall while he stood in front of her. At first, Mo wasn't even gonna trip. She knew that Quan was only trying to piss her off. But when he leaned over, pressed his palm against the wall and started whispering in the girl's ear, all bets were off. Having seen enough, Mo left the bar and strutted her way over to him and the girl.
"Do you really want me to show my ass up in here?!"
"What you say?" he asked, pretending not to hear her.
"Quan ... don't make me take it there wit you! Please don't!" Mo declared with a menacing stare as the girl he was talking to stared her up and down.
"What you all hype and shit for?" he asked, trying to wrap his arm around her shoulder.
"Ah uh, don't touch
She wasn't about to let Quan or Tez fuck up her night. Mo was gonna have fun no matter what. Then the next thing she knew, two strong muscular arms were wrapped around her waist. Mo didn't even turn around to see who it was. She just kept on dancing. Whoever it was standing behind her, his dick was extra hard. Turned on, Mo pressed her butt up against his dick and grinded even harder.
"There go yo' man," Quan spoke deep into her ear while nibbling on her earlobe.
"What are you talkin' about now, Quan?" she asked, irritated.
"Over there by the door."
Mo focused her eyes on the entranceway and caught eyes with Tez. Quan did, too. For a minute they all just looked at each other.
"He's not my man."
"I hear you talkin'." Quan kissed her exposed shoulder before walking away.
The thought of how Quan would even know what Tez looked like crossed her mind, but then she realized that her brother probably told him who he was. Snitch , she thought.
Mo rolled her eyes and continued to dance, until she noticed Quan walking over in Tez's direction. Thinking what the fuck , she quickly made her way through the crowd and caught up with him.
"What you think you about to do?"
"You'll see. Yo, my man, let me holla at you for a second," Quan said, walking up on Tez.
"What's good, cuz?"
"Yo' name Tez, right?"
"You got it. What, you think you know me or something?" he replied, mean mugging Quan.
"Nah, I don't know you at all, homey, but I think you know my lady," Quan said, pointing to Mo. "You know her?" Tez slowly looked Mo over, bit his bottom and lip and responded with a wicked grin. "Yeah I know her. We used to be real close pot'nahs. What's good, Mo?" Mo didn't even speak back. She simply rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest.
"So what's the deal now? Y'all ain't close no more?" Quan asked, still fishing for answers.
"You good. You ain't got to worry about Mo, she a good girl. Ain't that right, Mo?" Tez smiled, letting out a slight chuckle.
Rolling her eyes, Mo ignored his last comment and decided not to reply.
"A'ight then peep, good lookin' out," Quan said, giving Tez dap. "Come on, Mo, let's go." He took her by the hand.
Furious, she followed him halfway across the room before she let him have it. Mo snatched her hand away, pushed him in the arm and yelled, "What the fuck is wrong wit you?"
"Yo, calm yo' ass down. Don't put yo' hands on me no more."
"Why would you embarrass me like that?"
"Look, I had to know if you were tellin' the truth."
"So my word ain't good wit you no more?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
"You know what, Quan, I ain't got time for this," she snapped, walking away.
Needing to clear her mind, Mo hit up the bartender for a drink. The girl was in desperate need of a Long Island Iced Tea. Fuck Quan. If he want to act stupid, then he can do it by himself, she thought. That was until she looked over and saw him all up in some young chick's face. The girl was leaning up against the wall while he stood in front of her. At first, Mo wasn't even gonna trip. She knew that Quan was only trying to piss her off. But when he leaned over, pressed his palm against the wall and started whispering in the girl's ear, all bets were off. Having seen enough, Mo left the bar and strutted her way over to him and the girl.
"Do you really want me to show my ass up in here?!"
"What you say?" he asked, pretending not to hear her.
"Quan ... don't make me take it there wit you! Please don't!" Mo declared with a menacing stare as the girl he was talking to stared her up and down.
"What you all hype and shit for?" he asked, trying to wrap his arm around her shoulder.
"Ah uh, don't touch
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