"Where are you going?" Derek asked me.

I clear my throat. "Elora and Khascian invited me to a party."

They invited me to go clubbing with them, but my husband, Derek, would smack me if I thought of going to a club.

Derek rolled his eyes. "Come back by eight."

"But it's seven now–yes, ok, I'll be back," I said quickly after watching his hand twitch.

I married him because my mom liked him; she introduced us, and while I had no interest in a church-going man, not that there's anything wrong with a man who loves the church, but I didn't want him. He was too religious, read too much into the context of the bible, the ones who believe that women need to bow to their husbands, but obviously, he didn't show my family that side of him, and when he proposed in front of the whole church I couldn't say no.

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"Ahhh, my beautiful bitches, how you've learned from me!" Elora ran out of her car and hugged both of us.

I've been with Khascian for a while, waiting for Elora.

I frowned, looking at Elora's black crop top, black leather miniskirt, with a black leather jacket added to it. "I'm the only one wearing gray," I said, noticing Khascian's outfit.....she's wearing an off-shoulder, long-sleeved black crop top, high-waist leather, bell-bottom pants, and some chunky black sneakers.

"Doesn't matter. What does matter is that we all come back home talking about the wild sex we had at the club....or after the club." Elora wiggles her eyebrows, knowing I have a husband. "It doesn't matter. Unless it's some hot dude's house, none of you are coming home."

"Elora, I have a husband and a curfew."

Elora rolls her eyes. "Would it hurt to have a quickie in the club before going home?"

Khascian ignored Elora's outlandish order. "Girl, please, you sound drunk already."

I nodded. "She might be."

Khascian and I giggled as Elora pouted.

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Club sin, a club, made for its name.....there are naked people fucking, strippers, dancing, hot men looking for someone to fuck the life out of, and I'm just like, damn, I was just at church a few days ago. My momma would kill me if she found out...my husband would too.

God, I'm only twenty-six.

I have four siblings at home, so I know my mother wouldn't hesitate to just get rid of one. She's had six kids.

Yes, six; my mother and father had so many kids. From what I remember as a child, my mother doesn't even like kids; she's never going to know.

Derek won't know, either.

Elora said it was a club that played all types of music, so I asked the DJ to play Monalisa by Lojay.

He surprisingly listens to my request, and Khascian and I get on the dance floor with Elora recording us. I drink five tequila shots to help me dance on the floor.

"Baby follow my commanding like zombie!" We sing together on the camera. "Go down on me o, with your coca body!"

At this point, I'm tipsy, so I'm shaking my ass with Khascian and Elora

Baby corner corner

Waka waka when you enter omalicha

Baby corner corner

Will you give me sugar and wahala hala

Ma jo monalisa

Ma jo monalisa

Ma jo monalisa

Then he plays Buga by Kizz Daniel and Tekno and then Swimming Pools by Kendrick Lamar, and let me tell you, by the fourth song we danced to, I was ultimately out of it. It was obviously past eight, but I didn't care....because I was drunk.

A black girl with her friends, dancing, shaking her ass and having a good time. It got even better when I noticed I had caught the eye of some random man. Hot, steel-gray eyes simultaneously burn holes in my head with annoyance and lust.

Do I care that he's annoyed?

No, he can come show me how annoyed he is right now.

But then he smirked as if he could hear my thoughts, and I realized I was a little too drunk to entertain a man. So I ignore him, purposely twerking for his eyes only.

I look at the time, and I realize we have to go. Our mothers know each other from us, and they expect us at church every Sunday. It's currently four am, and we have four more hours to rest before church......And my husband...Oh shit, I don't want to be beaten again. I've gone a month without one, and I know his hands are itching to touch something.

I pulled Elora away from the man she was talking to. "Girl, we have to go. Tomorrow's Sunday."

"What time–Oh shit," she said, looking at the time. "I'll get the car started; find Khascian."

I ran around the bar trying to find Khascian, but I couldn't find her, so I went to the bathrooms, and that's when I heard her. "Please," she moaned.

Why is she moaning, please, in the girl's bathroom? Is she trying to push out a big shit or something?

Don't be dumb, A'roya. That didn't sound like she was shitting.

I take a sneak peek in the bathroom and find a man between her legs, eating her out, and she throws her head back into the mirror. "Fuck, Silas, please let me cum. I promise I won't make the same mistake again."

What mistake? Who's this man?

He growled out. "Khassy, your body's so fucking sexy. Next time you complain to me about some stupid shit, I'll fuck you in front of your friends. Do you understand?"

Khascian cried out, grabbing his hair and nodding. "Yes, sir, please, can I cum now?"

"Cum for me."

Khascian moaned loudly. "Silas! Fuck!"

Goddamn, that was hot; I'm so flabbergasted; Khascian's never been sexually active, never been near a man. What the hell?

Whatever, I'm drunk. I'm not thinking right.

I gotta get her out of here, this is no time for them to be fucking, so I knock on the door, pretending to never have been here. "Khascian? It's four am, and our moms are gonna kill us if we don't get to church tomorrow."

My friends know my husband's strict, but they don't know he's abusive. If I keep bringing him up, they'll be suspicious.

I heard the man–Silas, chuckled before Khascian sighed. "I'll be right there." She mumbled.

"Now, Khascian, tell this Silas man to fuck you another time."

Khascian opened the door with a whoosh. "Don't tell Elora,"

My eyes widened. "Whoa, chill, there's nothing wrong if you're attracted to this man." I look at the dark-eyed, brown-haired man with sin written all over him. Attractive, but not as attractive as that man that was–hold on, A'roya, stop being a desperate whore, thinking about another man, how shameful.

"No, you don't understand, A'roya. Silas is different."

I nodded. "I know, girl. All the other men you crushed on were ugly as hell compared to him."

"No–"

"She's trying to tell you that I'm a Vampire, sweetheart, and her destined mate." He cracked a smile, and that's when I lost it.

This man's teeth just grew into fangs.

"Oh, Nah, Khascian, I think I need a mental hospital. I'm hallucinating. Tell my siblings and parents I said I love 'em."

Khascian groaned. "This is why drinking with Elora is a bad idea. You don't have her tolerance, you're not hallucinating, it's real, and I know if Elora knows, she'll post about it, share it, tweet it, and–"

"I get it, but how did you get a Vampire, mate? You're human." I said, indulging in this hallucination.

Silas shrugged. "Humans here tend to have Vampire mates. Especially the grown ones whose mothers force them to church."

I ignored his comment. "So Elora and I could have one?"

"We're not dogs," he rolled his eyes. "But yea, you could."

"Well, I want a hot man with cool superpowers. Where's my man." I started dramatically swaying my head from side to side, looking for him.

Khascian face palmed as Silas chuckled. "You already found him....he just doesn't like humans, but he'll come around."

"Oh," I pouted.

"If you would excuse me, I think you ladies have some sleep to get before....church." He chuckled again before slapping Khascian's ass...in front of me.

"Silas!" Khascian's eyes widened as he smirked.

"Love it when you say my name. See ya, Khassy." He disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing but a trail of black gusts where he once was.

"When I sober up, we're talking, but for now, I need to step into the car before I lose consciousness."

Ain't no way that could've been a drunk hallucination.

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I quietly opened the door, trying not to giggle. I wish I had one of those relationships where I would come home very drunk and not be afraid, I would giggle and act like a teen....and get in trouble with my husband, but he would fuck the shit out of me....not fuck up my face, or bruise my body.

I tried to sneak up to my room, but a hand smacked against the back of my neck, grabbing it and throwing me off the stairs.

"Derek, please." I yelped.

"It's been nine fucking hours, bitch." He bends down in front of me, grabbing my braids. "What time did I say to be back?" He growled.

"E-eight." I sobbed as he grabbed me tightly.

"And what time did you fucking come back?"

"Four in the morning."

Derek scoffs in disgust. "Go to bed," He looks me up and down. "You're lucky; tomorrow's church. I'll fuck you up later."

He let go of my braids, and I scrambled up the stairs. How could I be so stupid as to lose track of time?