Posts : 615 Join date : 2009-07-08 Age : 31 Location : In Trey's B E D
Continuation of Chapter Two
Quentin finally found the home of this so-called ‘Zion’ and pulled into her driveway behind a 2009 Cadillac Escalade. He turned the ignition and the engine died instantly. He looked over at Lauren who was in awe at the masterpiece before them. The house was beautiful. “Come on babe.” She snapped out of her daze and exited the car as she made her way to her man’s side. They stepped up to the front door and Quentin rang the doorbell several times. Lauren slapped his hand away from the button with the light orange glow. “Que stop.” “What?” he shrugged his shoulders as if he did nothing wrong. “This woman might be crazy and you’re ringing her doorbell like you’re stupid.” The duo stood at the door for almost another minute before the door was yanked opened. Quentin’s breath got caught in his throat as he caught view of the beautiful woman who stood before them. She was clothed in a pair of Victoria Secret black-laced boy shorts and a white t-shirt that stopped right above her belly button ring. Que cleared his throat before Lauren could catch him in his staring act. “Are you Zion?” Lauren spoke boldly. “Who’s asking?” “Obviously me.” Zion smirked evilly as she scratched the messy tresses that were sitting on top of her head in a bun. “What’s your problem huney?” “My problem is a ‘supposedly’ grown ass woman like you putting her hands on a seventeen year old.” “Oh, she’s your sister?” Que cleared his throat again, “No, she’s my sister.” “Well Sir,” Zion spoke sarcastically, “If your underage sibling wasn’t inside of my club tonight, then she would still be okay. Now wouldn’t she?” “That still doesn’t give you the right to put your hands on her. You could get locked for shit like that. She’s a minor.” ”Do you know who I am nigga?” Lauren smacked her lips, “We don’t give a damn who you are.” “Bitch I am the fucking police. My family and me run this fucking city. So try if you want to. Shit, I’ll even have the decency to call the police for you.” Zion looked from Lauren to Que and caught his eyes roaming her body. She grinned to herself and stepped up to Quentin until her breasts were against his chest. Lauren was about to say something until she caught a glimpse of the gun that was held in Zion’s left hand. She moved back and witnessed this female rub up on her man while he did nothing but enjoy it. Zion giggled softly at how vulnerable Quentin was. His breathing increased as his heartbeat began to pound feverishly. “Do you like what you see?” She whispered into his ear, loud enough for his girlfriend to hear her clearly. When Que didn’t respond, Zion took the initiative and kissed his earlobe before sucking on it lightly. She had discovered his weakness in a matter of seconds- something that took Lauren almost a year to figure out. A groan that he tried to suppress accidentally escaped his closed lips. “You bitch!” Lauren vented. As soon as she took a step towards Zion and Que, the gun was aimed directly at her head. She froze in her tracks. Zion turned her attention to the girlfriend. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The gun was already cocked back, the bullets now positioned inside the chamber. One pull of the trigger- that’s all it would take. Zion pushed herself off of Quentin and winked sexily. “Now get the fuck off of my property before we really have some problems.” And with that said, Zion retreated back inside of her home, leaving the couple standing in silence.
“What the fuck was that?” It had been extremely quiet inside of the car; you could hear the engine rumbling softly and the tires rolling against the pavement. The eerie silence began to add to the annoyance and anger that was forming inside of Lauren. “What the fuck was that?” She repeated, this time with more hostility inside her voice. “Lauren…please.” Quentin pleaded as he made a right turn onto the expressway. “You allowed that bitch to touch you in front of my face and you didn’t do a damned thing!” He glanced over to the passenger seat at her before looking back at the road ahead. “Do you hear me talking to you?” her tone raised another notch. “I hear you L.” Quentin’s voice was extremely low, almost inaudible. “Well say something then! You disrespected me for crying out loud.” “What was I suppose to do Lauren? Huh? She had a fucking gun at her side! Be reasonable here.” “You could’ve…ugh! I don’t know Que…something.” Lauren huffed and crossed her arms over her DD sized breasts as she looked out of her passenger window. Quentin thanked God silently- Lauren was finally quiet, giving him time to think back on what just happened. Zion had him so caught up that he honestly didn’t care that his girlfriend was watching. Something about her had his undivided attention and he couldn’t help the feelings that were going through him at that moment.
“I’m sorry.” After removing his clothing, Quentin looked at Lauren who was crawling into the bed. “What?” “I said I’m sorry for overreacting like I did in the car.” Your ass needs to be sorry, he thought to himself. “It’s cool. Good night.”