As I try on the same outfit for the fourth time, I finally decide that I'd keep it on. It's an all black jumpsuit that I've paired with my jean jacket, red black and white Jordan retros 1s, and red lipstick. I check myself out in the mirror one last time before grabbing my purse and keys, getting into my red Mustang.

An hour later, I pull up to, Goosefoot, which is my mama's favorite restaurant. Walking inside, I quickly find my mama and grandma sitting at a table dressed like Beyoncé and Queen Elizabeth so I hug them and sit down.

"You look beautiful.. very naked, but beautiful." My grandma smiles softly as she takes her huge church hat off.

"Thank you, grandma. This is actually me being modest though." I say, making her buck her eyes. "How have y'all been?"

"You would know if you came home to see us, Lani. I don't know why I have to beg to see you and we only stay 30 minutes away from each other." My mama tells me as she rolls her eyes. We act so much alike, but she always says she wonders where my attitude came from. You homegirl, I got it from you.

"I'm sorry, mama and grandma. I'm just so busy these days with all of the dance practice. I have to get my girls ready so we can win. Plus, Chanel and I have to practice for our own competitions as well. I'm gonna start back coming around more often." I say before ordering my food.

"Oh Lord, I was hoping you had stopped doing all that lil nasty dancing. I hope you don't be teaching them babies the same dances you and Chanel do. Whew! When I came to you and Chanel's first competition, I thought pussy juice was gone fly on my forehead."

Me and my mama both laugh at my grandma. That woman doesn't care what she says. "Grandma, I teach them hip hop dances that's appropriate for their ages and you're so dramatic. That dance wasn't even that bad. You'd really have a fit if you saw the one we're doing at the next competition."

"Speaking of Chanel, where is she? I thought she was supposed to come eat with us today. Also, have you found a man yet, Lani? I'm ready for some grandchildren." My mama says as she sips her wine and eats her food.

"She's sick. I'll tell her that you asked about her." I lie smoothly. "No, mama. I haven't found a man yet and I don't plan to." I shrug.

"Milani Amari Ross, are you going gay on us?!! If you are please let me know so I can stop expecting great grands." My grandma says loudly, making people look at us.

I laugh before answering, "No ma'am, I'm not going gay. I'm just not looking for a relationship right now. I'm focused on myself, my students, and my own dance career."

"You know you don't have to lie to me and your grandma. You not finding a man has nothing to do with all of those excuses. The real reason you won't date is because of Tariq. I know he broke your heart when he got your sister pregnant, but baby, you've got to let that hurt go. When your daddy left me for that dirty dick man, I was so bitter until I met your stepdad. He changed me and one day a man will do the same to you. You've just got to give him a chance. I'm sure a beautiful girl like yourself has men chasing after you, but your attitude drives them away."

"Mama, I didn't come here to discuss Kimora and Tariq but since you brought them up, Tariq didn't just get my sister pregnant. He married her and they started a family together. Every holiday, I have to watch my sister and my ex be together and hold my niece that could've been my damn daughter. You're always telling me to stop being bitter but never have you once talked to Kimora about being a hoe ass bitch and fucking my man! Y'all pick and choose what's acceptable and what isn't in this family and that's the real reason why I stopped fucking coming around!" I yell as I walk out of the restaurant.

Once I'm back in my car, I speed off towards my dance studio until I'm stopped by the police.

"Yes officer?" I ask as I slightly roll my window down.

"Do you know how fast you were going Ms..." ——-

"Ms. Ross..Milani Ross." I finish.

"What a coincidence! I was just about to end my night by coming to speak with you at your dance studio. Where were you last night around 12:45?"

"I was at my studio, dancing. Why are you asking this, Officer? What's going on? Am I in trouble or something?"

The officer looks me up and down inside my car and licks his lips before speaking again which makes me shutter and not in a good way, "Ms. Ross, I just need to know who you were with last night? I can't discuss the details. You're not in trouble."

"I was with Chanel Walker, this guy who owns Ray's named Drummer, and his friend Brandon. We were all at my studio around that time last night."

"Thank you for the information. So are you single, Milani? I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you're fine as hell." He smiles, staring at my boobs while trying to cover his hard-on.

"I don't mean to be disrespectful officer, but I don't fuck with pigs." I say as I roll my eyes.

"Step out of the vehicle, Ms. Ross."

"What?"

"You heard me. Step out of the fucking car slowly and put your hands up!"

Realizing that he's serious, I slowly step out of the car with my hands up and let him pat me down. His hands run slowly over my breast, squeezing them as he makes his way down to my ass; slapping it and pressing himself into me.

"Now, since you wanna run that big mouth of yours, how about we have a little talk in my car or either I write your ticket. You were going 50 miles over the speed limit. I'll add a few extra things just to make sure you get at least a year in jail." He says as he continues to press his dick into my ass.

"Fine." I scoff as I follow him to his car.

About 20 minutes and a long conversation later, I find out that the officer is actually a detective. After giving him my number, I step out of his car and drive to my studio; ready to dance away my anger caused by my family and detective Holloway.

Stripping out of my jumpsuit and tennis shoes, I get dressed in the bra and shorts that I keep in a duffle bag in my office. After turning on the music and letting the poles down, I began to choreograph a new dance that I plan to teach at one of my pole dancing classes. Letting the music flow through me, I start doing simple tricks that won't be hard for my amateurs.

"Damn." A familiar deep voice says, making me turn around to see Drummer.

"I didn't peg you as the stalker type but lately, it seems like you can't stay away from me. What are you doing here?" I ask as I drink from my water bottle.

"I came looking for you and I'm damn sure glad I did. I love watching you dance. It's sexy."

"Thank you. You're not a bad dancer yourself. I don't appreciate you interrupting my dance last night tho'."

"My bad, ma. Won't happen again." He says as he walks over to me, pulling me to him.

His body ignites a fire within me that I've never felt before, not even with Tony. The real Tony, not my vibrator. As bad as I try to act like he doesn't affect me, my body betrays me as I feel wetness between my thighs.

"Nigga, you need to stop being all up on me every time we come in contact. I don't even know you." I say as I pull away from him, despite how I actually feel.

"Mmm there's the attitude I was looking for the other night in my office when you was damn near begging me to fuck you." He smirks, rubbing his hands together.

"I doubt that happened but if it did, it was the liquor. Milani Ross doesn't beg for dick. It's thrown at me, the same way it's being thrown at me right now." I scoff as I slowly slide the shorts off, making sure to bend over enough for him to see my thong.

Within minutes, he has his hands on my ass, stopping me from putting my jumpsuit back on. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me into him, rubbing my ass then making his way up to my breasts; making my nipples hard. As he trails kissing on my neck, I try to keep myself from moaning by biting my lip.

He chuckles lowly as he steps away from me, "Like I said, you were begging me to fuck you. My touch driving yo lil ass crazy. Did Holloway come talk to you and if so, what you tell him?"

"Nigga, fuck you! Your touch ain't doing shit and yeah he did. I told him that me, you, Chanel, and Brandon were here last night. If that's what you came here for, I gave you your answer so leave."

"Milani, all that attitude you giving ain't doing nun, but making me wanna fuck the shit outta you so you better calm down. Where you headed after this?" He asks me as he watches me closely while I finish getting dressed. His gaze burning holes in my skin.

"Oh well, get used to it cause all this mouth do is talk shit. I'm going home, why you worried bout it?" I ask as I walk to the door, letting him out then locking up.

"I ain't worried bout it at all. I was just tryna see if you wanted to get sum to eat. If you haven't noticed I'm tryna get to know yo ass." He says as he follows me to my car. "Damn, this you?"

"I'm good and yeah it is. Stop popping up here, Drummer."

"Ima keep coming up here whenever I feel like it as long as that studio door is unlocked. If you don't want me here, you better start locking the door behind yourself when you come in here to dance. That shit ain't safe forreal though."

Drummer walks over to his car and pulls something out of it, putting it behind his back.

"There's a reason I don't lock the door so mind yours. Why was the detective asking me about you today anyways?"

"Fuck allat, since you ain't tryna go get no food. You gone gimme yo number before I go?" He asks me, walking back over to me.

"Hell naw." I say until I see him hold up the purse I had when I was at his bar. "Damn, you a stalker and a thief? Nigga, gimme my shit."

"Ion want yo money, girl. Trust and believe that. Lemme take you out tonight. When we get back, I'll give you yo purse and if you have a good time, which I know you will, you gotta gimme yo number."

Remaining silent for a minute, I realize that I have to do this because he won't give me my purse back if I don't and I need it. "Fine. I need to go home so I can shower and change first.

"That's fine. I'll trail you there."

"Hell naw! You ain't finna know where I live. Knowing you, you might start popping up there next." I laugh, low key serious.

"Milani, I looked at your license so I already know where you live. Ain't nobody gone pop up on yo ass. You fine but yeen showing me nun that's gone make me pop up. Now get yo fine ass in that car."

Rolling my eyes, I get into my car and speed off down the highway with Drummer trailing me. Once we pull up to my house, I walk inside and stop him as he tries to follow me.

"You can wait in your car." I tell him with my hand on his chest.

"Nah, I'm coming in. Move." He says as he pulls my hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

The kiss shocks me because no man has ever kissed my hand. "I'll be right back." I say as I close the door and lock it. "And don't be going through my shit."

"Damn girl, bout time. You must think you going to prom?" Drummer laughs as he looks me up and down.

"Fuck you. Lets go."

"Aye Lani, you riding with me. The way you was bobbing and weaving through traffic, ion trust yo driving."

"I don't need no nigga driving me around. Either get in the car with me or we're not going." I say as I fold my arms.

Drummer walks up to me and is inches away from my face, his minty breath hitting me as he talks, "I don't know what kinda niggas you used to dealing with but I run shit, not you. Get yo lil ass in my car before I have to show you wassup." He says, smacking my ass and squeezing it before letting go.

My mind is blank as I walk to his car, letting him open the door for me. The power in his voice and look in his eyes has me weak in the knees. I just hope I can keep myself together tonight or else, ima fuck the shit outta this nigga.