"So Milani, tell me about yourself." I smile as I watch her put a fry into her mouth, wishing it was my dick.

"I rather not. I'm just doing this because I want my purse back." She shrugs, looking down at her phone.

Snatching it from her hands, I see the messages between her and Chanel talking about Jarell and how he ain't shit. I also see Milani talking bout how she'll handle him if need be.

"Milani, keep yo ass outta their business. Jarell ain't nobody to be getting involved with."

"Drummer, you obviously don't know shit about Jarell if you think he scares me. Stop reading my messages and gimme my phone back."

"Yeah aite, you think you bad with yo wannabe tough ass. Ian giving you shit until you pay attention to me. Fuck you on the phone for anyways? You don't see me on my phone." I tell her while I put her phone in my pocket.

"Wannabe? You got me confused with Jarell. Nah you haven't been on yo phone, but I been seeing it light up in your pocket all night. Yo hoes must miss you?"

"Unless you wanna be one of my hoes don't be worrying bout allat'. You never did answer the question at my bar.. you single?" I ask as I bite my burger and chew it up.

"Yeah, I'm single, and it's staying that way. So if you looking for a relationship, you can gone on with that wack ass shit."

I laugh at her statement. "Damn, what nigga fucked you up like that? 9 times outta 10 when a woman doesn't want a relationship it's because a lame ass nigga did some fucked up shit to her. So what happened with you and yo nigga?"

"Drummer, get the fuck outta my business. It don't matter who did it and what happened. Just know I'll never put myself in that position because I'm staying single." She shrugs as she sips her chocolate shake.

"Aite Lani, I'll drop that issue, but you gone end up telling me eventually. You ain't gone ask if I'm single?" I ask her, licking my lips slowly because I notice that she can't take her eyes off them. "You probably imagining these big lips on yo pussy huh?"

"I don't care if you're single or not. We ain't got shit going on and that's not my business. Even if you're not single, if I want you, I'll take you from yo bitch and hell naw, yo cocky ass probably can't even eat pussy right. Big ass lips probably suck up the whole coochie."

Her comeback makes me smirk and think about Brandon saying she's my type. I'm starting to believe he was telling the truth. Milani ain't soft like Ariyah and these other bitches. She know how to talk my shit right back to me. "You wanna find out?" I ask as I text Ariyah back quickly, saying that I'm out with Brandon and will be home later.

"Naw, I don't feel like going through that disappointment, but lets get outta here." She says and I nod, putting money down on the table.

As we get back into the car, I plug my phone up to the aux and drive us back to Milani's house; making sure to give her phone back.

"Can I come in?" I ask, getting out of the car.

"Yeah, I guess so. I actually enjoyed yo shit talking ass." Milani smiles as she motions for me to follow her.

I make myself comfortable on the couch while Milani changes clothes, coming back in a tank top, no bra, and booty shorts; her ass cheeks looking like fluffy, caramel clouds.

"You look good as fuck, Milani." I say as I finish rolling my blunts. "I would ask if you smoke, but I know you do because I saw you smoke a nigga blunt at my bar then not give him no play." I tell her, lighting my blunt.

"Thank you and nigga, you think you know me huh?" She asks as she takes the blunt from between my lips and starts smoking it, leaving me looking stupid. This girl bold as hell.

"Nah, I don't, but I'm tryna get to know you. Yo ass just playing hard to get right now. It's cool tho, I like that shit. Ain't nun wrong with a good chase... you got a speaker or sum? I like to listen to music while I smoke."

"Yeah, hold up." Milani says as she hands me the blunt and disappears in her bedroom, coming out with a speaker and a remote.

"What you bouta do with that remote?" I ask as I connect my phone, playing Some niggas be embarrassed to vibe to Summer but fuck that shit, that dirty bitch sound good.

"Just sit back and shut the fuck up... wait wait wait, this my shit. What you know bout this song? You don't look like the type of nigga that listen to my girl, Summer." Lani smiles as she turns off the lights then uses the remote to turn on her ceiling lights, turning them to red.

" It's a lot you don't know about me, girl. Since this yo shit, dance then." I say as I blow smoke into the air, my eyes getting low from that pressure in this wood.

Looking over to Milani, she smiles, "Don't tempt me. You want a shot?" She asks, pouring us both up so I guess she already knew my answer would be yeah.

We take at least 3 shots and continue smoking until both of our eyes are red. We talk about different topics as our highness reaches its peak. Ion know about Milani, but weed and liquor make me horny as fuck. She always look good but, right now, she looking better than ever.

I laugh and she turns towards me, "what's funny?" She asks, her long eyelashes batting slowly as she stares at me.

"You are. You do all that hard ass dancing at yo studio, but won't even dance for a nigga." I laugh again. "You don't look like the type to be scared of dancing in front of a nigga."

"Scared? Tuh, Lani ain't never scared. You can believe that." She laughs, licking her pink lips and bending down in front of me, her hands on my thighs.

Closing the gap between us, I place my lips next to her ear, "Prove it" I whisper lowly, watching her bite her bottom lip.

Milani takes the blunt from me and hits it one last time before putting it out. "I want you hands free for this dance." She tells me then turns the music up. Turning around with her back to me, she sits in my lap and starts grinding her ass on my now hard dick. Her ass cheeks bounce up and down to the beat as I smack both of them, making them jiggle even more.

She does multiple moves that make her look so damn sexy then gets into my lap, straddling me. She runs her hands down my body and starts to grind into me, placing my hands on her hips. Leaning down onto my chest, she runs her fingers down the back of my head as she rolls her hips then whispers in my ear, "Yo lil man letting me know how much you loving this dance."

"It ain't lil." I whisper back as she gets off me and gets onto her knees, leaning back and circling her hips as she swings her hair. Nearing the end of the song, she runs her fingers up my thighs and rubs my dick.

"What's in your pocket?" She asks, with a slight frown.

"Nun baby, that's all me."

Milani's eyes grow wide as she starts to slide my pants down, leaving me in only my boxers. Standing up, she lifts my shirt and places soft kisses down my abs; stopping at my v-line then looking up at me.

"Sike nigga. Yeen getting no head from me."

She laughs then gets up and plops back down on the couch.

Quickly standing up, I get between her legs and wrap my fingers around her neck, "yo sexy ass better stop playing with me before I give you what you been wanting since we met. I'll have yo lil pussy cumming all night." I tell her, watching her breath get caught in her chest.

As I loosen my grip on her neck, Milani hops off the couch and runs towards her room, "I-I'll be right back."

"Yeah, go cool that lil pussy down." I laugh as I pull my pants up and sit back down. "You must was in there playing with yo self?" I ask when she comes back ten minutes later.

"Hell naw, if I want some dick I can get some. Ian gotta play with myself like you do." She rolls her eyes and sits down, pouring us up another shot.

"You a fucking lie. I heard that loud ass vibrator. You need to buy a new one cause that shit sounded like a bulldozer... just let me give you this dick and I guarantee you'll throw that toy away."

"Boy hush. I don't want no dick from you... you know what, I just thought of something that I was meaning to ask you earlier. What's your real name? Is it Ray?"

I put my legs up on the table and pull Milani to me by her feet. I start to massage her feet as I start talking, "Dallas Jacobs, everybody just calls me Drummer tho. You probably thinking it's Ray because that's what I named my bar, but it's not that. Ray was my grandad's name who passed away. I wanted the name of my bar to have meaning and be special so I chose my grandad's name."

"That's really sweet, Dallas. Why do people call you Drummer and if you don't mind telling me, what happened to your grandad?" She asks me, looking into my eyes with her high, tipsy ass.

"You asking all these questions, but claim you ain't tryna get to know me, you a fucking lie. I got the nickname in elementary school because me and this big ass nigga started fighting. I beat the shit outta his ass and folks said my hands was moving fast like a drummer. The name stuck and folks been calling me that ever since. As for my grandad, ion really wanna talk about that tonight. Maybe another time." I say, blowing smoke into the already foggy air.

Me and Milani sit in silence for a few minutes then I say, "You know, I've heard a lot about you from Chanel. She always saying Milani this and Milani that. I had a whole different image of you in my head. I thought you was gone be a mean ass, stuck up bitch that don't know how to take a joke. I also know Chanel wants you to hurry up and find a man because she's tired of you handling shit on yo own. You do know you ain't gotta handle shit, I got you."

"Chanel big mouth ass! Ima make sure I tell that bitch about herself and Drummer, with all due respect, I been handling shit on my own without help. I don't need nun now. One minute somebody offering help, the next minute they're throwing it in your face when they get mad. Ian with that shit." She says as she takes another shot.

"Well Milani, as long as I'm around, I got you. Whether you like it or not and ion wanna hear all that smart ass backtalk." I say as my phone vibrates in my pocket. Checking the time I see that it's almost 6 am and I already know Ariyah gone be on my ass.

Standing up and throwing away our ashes, I walk towards the door with Milani behind me, "Damn, we been talking a long ass time. I'm bout to head out. I know you enjoyed yourself so gone gimme yo number before I leave."

A smile creeps up on Milani's face and I smirk at her trying to hide it by acting tough. She holds her hand out for my phone but I shake my head, "Nah, say it out loud so I can call it and make sure it's the right number. You probably tryna play games and shit." I lie, not wanting her to see the 23 missed calls, 40 FaceTimes, and 55 text messages from Ariyah.

Typing the number in, I call it and see her phone buzzing from the couch then smile. "Hold up." I tell her, going to my car and coming back with her purse. "Next time, don't lose yo purse. It could land you in another situation like this."

"I doubt it, Drummer. Ion know no other nigga that would keep a lost purse in exchange for a date. I'm glad you did tho.. it was actually fun." She smiles as I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her waist, breathing in her coconut perfume.

"That wasn't no damn date. You'll know when it's a date cause it damn sure won't be at no lil diner like it was tonight. I was just tryna let yo ass loosen up before I had to knock that attitude outta you. Ima hit you up tomorrow." I say as I kiss her neck, making her melt in my arms. "Goodnight, ma."

"Whatever nigga, you ain't gone do shit and Goodnight Drummer." She says and shuts the door.

The drive back home is filled with thoughts of Milani and the way she turns me on. Normally it's all about the sex, and don't get me wrong I wanna fuck the shit outta her, but I wanna get to know her too. I wanna know the real her. I wanna know who hurt her and why she's the way she is. Shid, I wanna fix her like Ariyah fixed me.

"NIGGA! I know it's late and shit, but you was right about Milani. I just left her crib. Just chilling with her tonight let me know that I gotta have her." I smile as I tell Brandon.

"Drummer, if yo black ass call me at damn 6 am talking bout a bitch again, ima shoot yo ass in the knee. You need to start listening to me when I tell you shit. You and Milani made for each other, now bye. I hope you know Ariyah finna beat yo ass when you get home." Brandon says as he hangs up the phone.

Being as quiet as possible, I walk into my house after pulling up and parking. I slowly walk upstairs and the lights in our bedroom are off until I step inside and the lamp comes on. Ariyah is sitting in the chair across from the door beside the lamp.

"Nigga, where the fuck you been?" She asks, getting up slowly and walking over to me.

"Ariyah, man, get outta my face. I'm not doing this tonight." I tell her as I take my clothes off and get into the bed, not caring about her screaming and crying because I know she'll get over it by morning.