11. Unwelcomed Thoughts

Marshall's P.O.V.

(A/N: Let's pretend it says HARMONY SUCKS on his shirt lol)

Fuck just happened, dawg?

Fuck I just stuck my dick in?

Cause that broad is nuts for real..

Stumbling out of that small goddamn room and back into the main area where the after party continues to be held at, I ain't even know what kinda fuck shit just happened, man.

Loud ass music still playing all over the place and fake ass industry people mingling, I pull the rim of my cap low over my eyes and shove my hands deep into the pockets of my pants, walking back over towards the bar where the fellas are still seated having a good old time. Plopping down on a stool somewhere between them, I let my eyes drag lazily over all of the liquor bottles clearly visible in the background. The bartender chick rushing about filling motherfuckers orders quick as fuck while I rub at the back of my neck, still tryna process the fuck shit that's just gone down between myself and the rhinestone chick.

"Yo Slim, you good?" Proof asks me, patting my back with his heavy as paw "Where you went off to, nigga?"

Grabbing a freshly opened beer bottle from the bartender chick, doody quickly passes it to me and I just take it, staring numbly at it for a few seconds before shrugging and taking a huge gulp from it.

"Nowhere dawg, just needed to clear my head," I state back without thinking much on it, talking almost on autopilot or some shit. I continue to drink my beer.

"Yo, there go that Harmony chick," Porter then nudges me from my other side and I turn my head, eyes narrowing automatically while my jaw clenches tight. Seeing the rhinestone bitch sat at the couches with the rest of her giggly ass whore friends.

Fucking slut!

"Wasn't you gon go find her and have a talk with the bitch or some shit?" Porter continues to probe me. "You know, give her a piece of your mind?"

Oh, I had a talk with her alright.

"Nah man, I ain't talked to her. Couldn't find her," I quickly blurt out back, not really for sure why I had lied just now.

Cause see, normally, I would brag to the dudes about nailing a dumb bitch.

But I couldn't bring myself to do it this time, cause something about the goddamn girl unnerved the fuck out of me.

Something is wrong with her for real..

The way the bitch had smiled while I was choking the fuck outta her.

The way she kept egging me on to fuck her harder.

The way she seemingly got off on verbal abuse.

And not to even mentioned how she had tried to trick me before we even fucked.

Chuckling lightly to myself, I take another gulp of my beer.

Something is off with that slut.

Slut needs therapy or some shit.

And yet, her crazy ass ain't left my mind ever since she just walked out on me after we was done fucking like it was nothing. She literally made me feel like I was the bitch and she was the dude in this equation and I ain't like that shit one bit.

But then, I swear I ain't never came harder in my life neither. Other than back when I was inside that tight lil wet pussy of hers. She might've been the best fuck I've ever had in a while, and I've nailed plenty of bitches in just the past couple of months alone. None of them compared to her though.

"What, you ain't tell that girl about herself like you said you was gonna do, Slim?" Porter then continues to taunt me and I just stare at him for a few seconds without blinking, letting him know not to fuck with me right now.

"Ain't even gonna front, dawg, that chick is hot and so are her friends," Bizzy then pops up and all five of the rest of us then bust out laughing.

"Nigga, shut the fuck up, cause ain't no way in hell your fat ass will ever get a chance with any of them girls," Swifty guffaes, all of us cackling.

"You'd be surprised," Rufus replies back and rubs his huge stomach under his shirt. "I'll have you know that a lot of chicks find me to be fine as fuck. Bitches love my big ass belly, they think I'm cute," he states rather proudly.

"Nigga, where them bitches at, are they in the room with us cause i ain't hear not one broad say that about you yet?" Kuniva hollers. Bizzy then says something back to him, and next thing you know all of them begin cussing and roasting the fuck out of each other. The shit somehow culminating in a rap battle between Proof and Kon who both  start freestyling, a small crowd gathering around the bar egging them on.

The imitation diamonds chicks come as well, and I look over at rhinestone, her sneaky eyes meeting mine and she smirks at me, something about it infuriating the fuck out of me almost instantly.

I swear this bitch understands how to push my buttons and I ain't even know the slut well enough for her to be able to do that to me.

She don't say shit to me though, and I ain't got shit to say to the dumb chick neither. Cause I already hit. Already got all she's worth out of her.

And the night is still young in this motherfucker.

Hours later, and I still haven't split from this joint. Things are just now heating up in here with the more liquor and drugs flows through everybody's system. Bodies are pressed against bodies as under the influence industry people are all seeking somebody to hook up with, the loud music blaring through the speakers amplifying it.

Proof is running game to some lil chick with braids and big tits not too far from me, Kuniva and Kon are working on  trying to get some slut let them double team her, Swift done disappeared somewhere. And even Bizarre is talking to a broad that's literally feeding him grapes at the bar, unless my eyes are deceiving me or some shit.

Myself, I've got two blondes talking to me at once, one of them been going on and on about something against my ear, but I'm too hammered to really understand the fuck she's on about, not that I'd give a shit either way.

My eyes lazily dragging around the room the whole time, I'm spotting the rhinestone chick dancing on one of her friends from her corny ass group again. I swear the goddamn girl couldn't stop shaking her ass on the dance floor if her life depended on it.

With absolutely no care in the world, her body continues to move seductively to the beat, that long hair of hers draping down her shoulders, and I find myself locked onto her just like I was earlier, before I took her to the fuck room.

Only this time, I don't got to imagine shit, I know exactly what she's about, and fuck if the broad ain't the biggest slut I've ever dealt with before.

And she wouldn't fucking shut up.

Won't stop talking shit back to me even when I practically destroyed that pussy. And me not being able to shut a girl up, it ain't never happened to me before, not even gonna lie. Usually I can easily make a disrespectful bitch eat her words.

So fuck happened this time, did I not hit it right?

Nah. On second thought, fucking impossible, man.

I always hit it right, something is obviously just wrong with rhinestone there.

Her shit was tight though, way tighter than a whore like her has a right to be.

And I swear my hatred for her has only grown even more after I fucked her.

Something about her just makes me wanna wring her neck, I swear to fuck, man.

Instead I just stare at her from across the room.

Obsessively intrusive and unwelcomed thoughts swirling through my brain completely against my control and better judgement.

"Are you listening to me, Em?" The blonde sat on my lap has the nerve to snap her fingers in front of my face.

"As a matter of fact, nah I ain't hear a word you just said so why don't you fuck off, bitch?" My response comes out way too quick, the words leaving my mouth automatically and with no hesitation cause I ain't like that finger snapping shit one bit.

Either that or I'm way to concerned with the fact that that r'n'b fucker, Usher, has just walked right up to the rhinestone chick and is stood talking to her, clearly shooting his shot with her.

I can feel my jaw starting to clench and my fists curl up briefly at my sides, until I force myself to losen them.

Fuck am I even raging for?!

Watching the two leave the dance floor and go sit at one of the sofas at the V.I.P,  dude sits real close to her, visibly looking like he's running game as she giggles. Her fingers playing with the stem of that stupid ass red candy she's always sucking on, a drink the pretty boy just bought her clasped in her other hand.

Figures she would like somebody like Usher. Chicks are predictable as fuck like that, they all go for them boy band types.

Shit is still wild to me. Cause she for real gonna hook up with another dude just mere hours after she let me fuck, she's that much of a whore for real?!

Not that I give a fuck, just think it's foul is all for any chick to do that.

Plus, how she even gonna have anything left of that pussy to even offer him after I done tore her whole shit up earlier? I hit that shit really good, I know that I did. So how the fuck?.