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It was close to midnight when Korina finally tossed her phone onto the bed with a huff.

Eazy had some nerve.

She'd seen the video. That busted-ass girl on her knees in the studio while he leaned back in the chair like he was somebody. It wasn't even jealousy-it was the straight-up disrespect. All that late-night talking, all that "I miss you" shit, and now he was letting some groupie slurp him up like Korina ain't just had his name in her mouth a week ago-figuratively and literally.

She was done. Or at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Her best friend, Navira must've sensed the rage through the walls. She came barging in without knocking, wearing a hoodie and tights, holding a little bag like she came bearing gifts from the gods.

"Bitch," she said, flopping on the bed. "You still sulking over that crusty little gremlin?"

Korina sucked her teeth. "He really had the nerve to let her-like out of all bitches..."

"I told you he wasn't shit since 'Forever Your Girl' dropped," navi replied. "Now this," she said, holding up the little zip bag, "is gon' fix your life."

Korina raised a brow. "What is it?"

"Gummies. My cousin from the Bay made 'em. These ain't no store-bought edibles, girl. This the type of shit that make you feel like your soul got massaged. You take one? You floatin'. You take two?" She leaned in with a grin. "You probably gon' hump your couch."

Korina blinked. "Girl, bye."

"I'm dead serious. You pop two, and your clit gon' start blinkin' like a hazard light."

Korina couldn't help but laugh. "You need help."

NAVIY shrugged. "Orgasms heal heartbreak."

That part wasn't a lie.

She stared at the bright red gummy Sade placed in her palm. It looked innocent enough. Soft. Sweet-smelling. Just a little something to take the edge off, right?

"Take one and sip some juice," Navi said. "But don't take both. Unless..."

Korina looked her dead in the face-and ate both.

Naviy's eyes went wide. "Damn! Aight, wild woman."

The plan was to stay in bed. Chill, vibe out, maybe fall asleep with a movie playing in the background. But then her phone buzzed again. It was NaviY's assistant this time, asking if she was pulling up.

Apparently, the whole Ruthless camp was there. The album release was at this crazy-ass venue downtown-gold trim, smoke machines, two dance floors, private rooms upstairs. Everyone who mattered was there.

Korina didn't want to go.

Then again... staying home meant thinking. And if she stayed home, her brain would spiral. About Eazy. About how he made her feel like she was disposable. About how she swore she'd never catch feelings again but ended up catching a whole emotional flu.

So she got dressed.

Not for him. For her.

A high-waisted, snakeskin-print skirt that gripped her curves like a second skin. A black, sleeveless crop top that showed just enough. Her curls were laid, edges slicked, lashes fluttering. Body oiled up, shimmering just a little under the light.

By the time she stepped out the Uber, the gummies were gumming.

The city lights looked like melted gold. The breeze felt like a whisper on her thighs. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears, syncing to the bass thumping from inside the venue.

She floated past security like a bad bitch on autopilot.

Inside was chaos.

Smoke and lights. Bodies moving like the music was inside them. Men with diamonds in their teeth and women who looked like they got dressed in slow motion. Bass thudded through the walls, vibrating her bones.

Everything felt like velvet and heat. Like lust on loop.

Korina's body was humming. She felt delicious. Dangerous. Every inch of her skin tingled. Her nipples rubbed against her top with every breath. Her thighs ached. The gummies were crawling up her spine, setting her blood on fire.

NaviY spotted her across the room and screamed.

"Yessss, bitch!" She ran over, throwing her arms around her. "You look like you fuck for revenge."

Korina cackled. "Maybe I do tonight."

They danced for a bit. Took shots. Laughed loud. But deep down, something was bubbling.

Her breath shortened. Her hands trembled a little. The music slowed into a bass-heavy, sweat-slick song that made her hips roll unconsciously.

Then she saw him.

Eazy.

On the other side of the room, posted up like a kingpin, drink in hand, whispering in some other chick's ear.

Korina rolled her eyes. That same petty heat rose in her chest, but tonight? She wasn't giving it power.

She turned toward the hallway near the back, whispering to NaviY, "I need some air."

Or maybe she just needed to not scream in public.

The hallway was cooler, quieter. Kinda dark. Her heels clicked against the tile as she walked toward where she thought the bathroom was.

Then-it happened.

She rounded the corner and slammed into a solid chest.

"Shit-my bad," a voice rumbled.

She looked up.

Cube.

His hands steadied her shoulders. His grip was firm, warm. His eyes scanned her, slow like he was tasting every inch with just his gaze.

"Damn," he muttered. "You good?"

She stared at him, heart thumping. He smelled like leather, pine, and a little sin. Her legs trembled. The heat from earlier surged back, double-time. The gummies kicked. Her mouth was dry, and her panties were definitely not.

"I... yeah. I think."

"You high?"

Korina nodded. "Gummies."

"Shit. Me too. I had two. I think."

They both laughed, a slow, throaty kind of laugh that buzzed between them.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward-it was thick. Heavy. Charged.

Cube stepped a little closer. "You look good tonight, Kori. Like... damn."

"Stop."

"I'm serious."

"You just high."

"No. I been wantin' to say this." His voice dropped an octave. "You dangerous. Like, the kind of fine that get a nigga in trouble."

Her breath caught.

"Don't do this," she said quietly. "We friends."

"Yeah... I know." His thumb brushed her jaw. "But right now? You not just my friend. You standin' in front of me lookin' like temptation."

She closed her eyes. "I shouldn't..."

"But you want to."

Their lips met. Slow at first. Like a question.

Then it deepened. Hungrier. Hotter. His hands gripped her waist, her fingers tangled in his shirt. Every kiss pulled her deeper under. She gasped as his mouth found her neck, her ear, his hands roaming.

Her back hit the wall.

And she didn't stop him.

Not tonight.

Not with this fire in her veins and the ache between her thighs screaming for release.

Later, she'd think about the consequences. Later, she'd feel the guilt.

But tonight?

She needed this.