Adrienne

The group photo with Snoop Dogg had us there long after closing, due to someone thinking they blinked in every shot.

A sort of after party started to form for the staff after we locked the doors but I'm honestly tired and ready to go home. Tupac was right. We were busy from the time we opened until the very last minute until we closed.

I sit down on the stairs near the kitchen and pull my heels off.

"I've been looking for you. Snoop Dogg is about to leave, we need to get you a autograph." Kiada approaches me, a drink in her hand.

I can tell that its not her first either.

"Nah. I think I'm good. I'm actually gonna head home in a second." I say while massaging my sore feet. She makes a pouty face at me before downing the rest of her drink.

"You wanna get another drink with me then?" She asks, her words running together, making me chuckle a little.

"Your already drunk, you definitely don't need another one." I say.

Kiada sits down next to me, sitting her empty cup on the floor in front of us.

"Its been so long since we had fun like this after work." She says, looking around at all our coworkers laughing and dancing together.

"Its been all serious business since Lesane decided to start hitting. Since then he's been tryna keep BC on the low and out the spotlight, ya know?" She rambles, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Hitting?" I question.

Dada looks at me like I asked a dumb question.

"Robbing." She says.

Before I can ask anything else, she gets up and starts to walk towards the bar.

Robbing? Its probably just the alcohol talking.

About 20 minutes pass before I get up and go up the stairs, planning to let Lesane know I was leaving. I twist the door knob but it's locked, I roll my eyes, annoyed because I normally just walk in. I knock a few times but there's no answer.

I rest my ear against the door and listen.

Of course.

A pang of jealousy goes through me before I scoff at myself. Girl stop.

I go downstairs to get my purse. Telling people bye as I pass them. When I get to my car, I scramble around in my purse, looking for my keys.

Shit.

Please God don't let them be where I think they are.

After going back into the club and looking everywhere for my keys, I face the fact that they are where I think they are. And I'll just have to wait until Lesane is done with his booty call before I can get them.

I guess I should've took Kiada up on that offer to get a drink.

Once again I find myself sitting on the stairs. A few more minutes pass before a girl walks down the stairs beside me, the same one I always walk in on while she's sucking his dick.

I roll my eyes as she passes.

I look up towards Tupac's office. The door is cracked now.

I can definitely feel the affects of being sleepy as I walk up the stairs again.

"Kinda figured you'd need these." Pac says as I come into his office. He's holding my keys, tossing them in the air every few seconds. I cringe, quickly approaching him and snatching them from him. The thought of him holding my stuff after doing who knows what with that girl makes my skin crawl.

He isn't wearing a shirt, which means I definitely won't be staying long.

"The fuck wrong with you?" He chuckles, while lighting a cigarette.

I turn to walk out when I hear him get up from the desk chair.

He slides in front of me and closes the door.

"What?" I question.

He's obviously drunk.

"You said you wanted to talk to me earlier. So wassup baby?" He asks, leaning against the door and twisting the lock.

"It was nothing." I say.

This is clearly an entirely different person. I want to talk to the version of him that I at least know would remember our conversation in the morning, and quite frankly I'm too tired to deal with his drunken behavior.

"Don't be like that Dri." He says, blowing smoke in my face, which makes me step back, waving it away.

When I don't respond he sucks his teeth, walking over to his desk again, pulling a bottle of Hennessey off the counter next to it. He starts to pour a glass, but then drinks directly from the bottle.

I look at the clock on the wall.

I really should've been home 2 hours ago.

"The party just started baby girl. Sit down and enjoy it with me." He slurs, holding the bottle up towards me.

"I wouldn't drink after you if I had to." I say, making him chuckle.

"Yo attitude is a lot worse than it was a few hours ago. Who the hell pissed in yo cheerios?" He asks, taking a puff from his cigarette.

"It ain't no worse than that bitch you keep fucking." I say, without even thinking. I bite my bottom lip nervously, preparing for a cold snapback from him.

Instead he bursts into a fit of laughter.

"So you jealous?" He smirks.

I scoff. "Hell no."

"Aww Adrienne is jealous." He chuckles, putting the cigarette out and getting up from the desk.

This man is so... bipolar. Drunk him, and sober him are two totally different men. It makes me wonder if there's an in between.

"Do you get drunk like this every night?" I ask, ignoring his last comment.

He walks towards me, stopping right in front of me. His eyes roam up and down my body. Suddenly I feel self conscious in my work uniform. I pull the short skirt down a little and pull the bra up, attempting to cover some of my cleavage.

Lesane leans in really close as if he's about to tell me a secret.

"Yes." He says, before laughing again.

I nudge him away, smelling the alchohol on his breath.

"I gotta piss. Don't go no where." He slurs, before going into his bathroom and shutting the door.

There's no reason at all that I shouldn't leave right now, but the notebook on his desk tells me to stay. It's the one he's always writing in. I walk over to his desk and pick it up, flipping through the pages.

My name catches my eye on one of the pages.

The pros is titled : "what can I offer her? (Adrienne)"

I hesitate, feeling as if I'm invading his privacy. Clearly this isn't something he wants me or anybody to see.

After looking towards the bathroom door and then back at the page, I start to read.

"All of my life I dreamed of meeting one with immense beauty, and once I found her I would charm her and she'd be mine forever.

I have found her and indeed she is all I wished for and more but she is not charmed nor intrigued. Then I think 2 myself "what can I offer her?" The tears warm my eyes and blur my vision. I stick 2 my stance of bravado and give her the same uninterested look she gave me.

She was so beautiful. But what can I offer her."

I furrow my eyebrows as I close the journal, trying to place it exactly as he left it. What does this even mean?

The toilet flushes, making me sit in one of the chairs, I pretend to take an interest in my nails as he comes out, drying his hands with a paper towel.

"I thought fasho you would be gone." He says, sitting beside me.

His eyes are so red. Its probably a mix of being, drunk, high, and tired.

My eyes land on a small set of stitches on his shoulder. One of the girls had told me he was shot but I didn't believe it, but now looking at the injury it does look like he could've been.

"You so damn pretty." He says, looking me directly in my eyes.

If I hadn't read his journal, this comment would've surprised me.

I just smile, not knowing how to respond.

He yawns, making me yawn. I glance at the clock again.

2:08 AM

"You should go home, so you can get some rest." I say. Due to the silence downstairs, I assume that the little staff party had come to an end.

"I don't wanna be alone tonight." He says, twisting one of the many rings on his fingers.

"Well, why don't you call someone to come over or something once you get there? I'm sure you have plenty of people that want to."

Tupac chuckles lightly.

"Nobody that I wanna spend time with though." He says, placing a hand on my thigh. My eyes widen and my face burns at his sudden move.

A smirk plays on his face as he moves his hand underneath my skirt, his fingers dangerously close to my sweet spot.

"Umm Lesane.." I place my hand on top of his, about to move it, but he's already found my clit. He rubs it gently through my panties with his thumb, making my breath heavy.

I wanna stop him, but I don't.

He pushes my legs apart a little more with his hand. I start to moan as I feel myself getting more hot, and wanting more than what he's giving.

Suddenly he stops, and then pats his desk. "Sit up here for me." He says, his voice suddenly sounding sober.

I do as he asks, no hesitation physically. Even though mentally I'm having my doubts, thinking maybe I should stop this.

He pushes my chest with his hand, telling me to lay down as he scoots his chair up as if preparing for a meal. I lay back on the desk and he pulls my skirt off slowly. I feel my kitty throbbing, wanting him to hurry.

Next, he pulls off my panties even slower. I hear myself let out a little whine accidentally, making him chuckle.

I feel my panties come off my heels before he places my legs over his shoulders.

As soon as his tongue touches my clit it feels like I'm gonna cum.

"Tupac.." I moan, as he kisses my flower. He starts to tongue fuck me slowly, making me arch my back against the desk, wanting him to go deeper. I push his head down, but he grabs my wrist.

"Lemme do this." He mumbles against my lower lips.

He sucks my clit roughly before flicking his tongue against it again and again. Just when I feel like he can't any better, I feel him slide a finger inside me.

"Oh fuck." I moan, as he fingers me at a steady pace while still sucking my clit.

The pleasure starts to overwhelm me as I beg him to go faster.

Without warning I feel myself cum but he doesn't stop. He drags his tongue down my flower before it can even drip. I moan again, feeling my energy declining, I start to push him away while whining a little as he kisses my lower stomach.

Finally his eyes meet mine again.

"You had enough?" He asks, that same smirk on his face.

I nod weakly, trying to catch my breath.

"Igh, lemme clean you up." He says, before going into his bathroom and getting a towel. He dries his face and chest before patting me dry. He drops the towel and picks up my panties and skirt.

I bite my lip as he gently slides on my panties.

Tupac extends a hand, helping me get off the desk and step into my skirt.

He seems normal now. Like putting in all that work sobered him up. He buttons my skirt for me while looking me in my eyes, like he's searching for something.

"You should go home and rest up." He says, sitting back down at his desk.

"Are you gonna be okay alone?" I ask, grabbing my keys and purse.

"Yea. I got work to do." He says, without looking up at me again. I turn on my heels, walking out of his office, closing the door behind me.

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Hey ya'll. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm gonna try to update more often so.🙃

~ Zayla💓