Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

The warmth of the water tickled down my soft Carmel skin as I gently scrubbed my naked body. I stood, head lifted high, shaking my hair as the wetness ran down me. 

I stepped out of the shower and examined my voluptuous body in the mirror. Long sexy legs, thick thighs with a tight rounded ass and nice big breasts... Light caramel complexion, long dark hair and soft pink lips. The kind of girl every guy wishes he had by his side.  

My name... Mya

I turned on the stereo, and Tyrese – On Top of Me started to play. If you have heard this song, you know the sort of effects it can have on someone:

‘Girl I want you on top of me, I got what your body needs...’

I noticed that it was 9pm; Elsie and Nika would soon be at my house. I was nowhere near ready but was sure of the look I was going for. I placed on my tightly fitted short black dress. It sat low-cut, exposing the nakedness of my back; then I slipped my smooth caramel legs into my cherry red stilettos. It was a sexy combination, which complimented my curvaceous figure.

The door bell rang and I knew it was time for me to head out. Grabbing my purse, I headed toward the door. Knowing our intention was to get drunk; we decided to take a cab. Both Elsie and Nika sat at the back of the cab looking pretty. We made the perfect trio of young beautiful intelligent ladies. No guy would be able to resist watching when we were around.

Twenty minutes later we reached Penthouse, one of the hottest nightclubs in London. It was where sexy, intellectual MEN met beautiful single ladies who were ready to mingle. It had been a while since any of us had dated anyone so we all were anxious to see what was in store for us. Our night had just started and we wanted to make it one to remember.

Reapplying lip-gloss, we walked through the dimly lit halls of the club. The bass thumped a heavy beat that blasted from the surrounding speakers. The flashing of lights hindered our sight. The room was littered with many sexy guys. Turning away to the bar, we decided to take turns in buying rounds of drinks.

“Three shots of Sambuca please”, Elsie said to the bartender.

After downing our drinks at once we turned to walk to our reserved table. I began studying the room, searching for a guy of my type to mingle with. My eyes stopped upon the man-of-my-dreams. He was finely dressed in a fresh fitted white Armani shirt, which didn’t do him any justice, hiding his muscular structure; black trousers and a nice trim to go with his fresh look. 

Jamal was his name...

He was tall 6’3”, smooth, dark chocolate skinned, thick arms and tattooed.

He was sexy!!

He was always playing football around the block from where I dance, so at times when I was on my way home, I would catch a glance of him in action. Jamal didn’t seem like the player type even though every girl in the estate wanted him. He just didn’t have time and he didn’t waste his time on any girl. Jamal was my type of guy and I wanted him!!

Every two seconds I would find myself watching him, in hopes of catching his attention, anticipating whether or not we would meet before the end of the night.

An hour had passed; Elsie, Nika and I were on our fourth glass of Rosé. The effect of alcohol was taking its toll as I began to loosen up, my confidence rising. At this point nothing could faze me.

I was tipsy!

It was my turn to get the next rounds of drinks. 

“Can I have two shots of tequila and a Malibu and cola please?”

“Shit!” I exclaimed, realising I had left my purse back at the table. As I rushed back to get it I bumped hard into someone. Franticly apologising, I looked up and to my surprise it was Elsie. She had come to bring me my forgotten purse. Thanking her, I redirected back to the bar but froze mid-step before I got there. Butterflies emerged in my stomach; my heartbeat quickened and my mouth became dry. Our eyes locked and it was as though there were no one else in the room but him and me. 

I broke out in a smile as he bit his lips, walking towards me. His warmth caressed my skin as the height and width of his body closed in.

“What’s your name?” He whispered, pressing his soft lip against my ears. He had the sexiest, husky voice that sent a reverberating shiver through my body. 

“Mya”

“Hmm”, he replied. “Dance with me Mya.”

His strong grip pulled my hips into his pelvis. My back arched as I lean forward, rotating my waist to the beat of the music. Our bodies firmly rubbing against each other as his palms tightly held my waist. The attraction was insane. My pussy became damp. His aroused penis nudged against my ass.

The music came to an end but yet I still found myself in the clutches of Jamal’s arms. We hadn’t even noticed people leaving. We, in our on world, stood together in silent fascination. I felt a slight vibration coming from my purse. Six missed calls and three text messages. The feelings of slight panic overcame me. I immediately began to check through them, only to find they were all from Elsie and Nika! They had completely slipped my mind and I hadn’t noticed that they had left.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned. I explained to him how the girls had left earlier on and I would have to get cab home by myself. He lifted my chin, stoking my cheek with his thumb and reassured me that he would take care of everything.

See Chapter 2 for more.