How y'all like the sneak peek? (If you read Ingénue)

I'm on a roll today.🤘🏾
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Sebastian Lorizio

"Bash, can you please talk to me?" Ava followed me into our room whining. I've been ignoring her for the past two days.

"Bash, can you please talk to me?" I mimicked her. "Shut the fuck up."

"It was a mistake." She sat on her legs in our bed looking at me as I paid her no mind.

"How many times?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the discovery channel.

"What?"

"I didn't stutter. How many times Ava?"

She got silent and the longer she was, the more pissed off I got. I grabbed her by her arm to pull her closer to me.

"I'm not going to repeat myself again." My jaw clenched as I stared into her frightened eyes.

"I don't know." She tried her hardest to pry my fingers of her arm.

"You fucked with that bitch so many times you can't remember." I pushed her away almost making her fall off the bed.

"It's been maybe three months. You're barely around and-"

"That doesn't give you the excuse to fuck with another broad!" I yelled making her jump.

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck your sorry. I want to choke you breathless right now but I don't want to go back to jail." I turned my attention back to the television.

"Sebastian-"

"Get out. Tomorrow I'll let you know whether you need to start looking for a new place or not." I cut her off. At this point I wanted her out of my face before I do something I regret.

"I love you." She said, as if that was supposed to make this situation better.

"One." I sat the remote down on the nightstand.

Before I could get to two she got up and left the room. I'm not the type to put my hands on a woman, but she's pushing my limits right now.

"Sleep on the couch!" I called out after her. "Got me fucked up. Messing with this bitch on my Egyptian cotton."

My phone dinged and I wondered who would be texting me at nine.

Amir 🖕🏼
Get up bitch! We going to the strip club!
9:15 p.m.

Bet
9:15 p.m.

All I read was strip club. I grabbed my cognac colored MCM bag that was gifted to me from my mom, and filled it with some saved money I had sitting in my closet before changing.

I walked out of my room with my bag in my hand seeing Ava sitting on the couch on her phone. She looked up when she heard me my feet against the tile floor.

"Where are you going?" She asked, standing up from the couch.

"Somewhere to mind my damn business." I told her. "Don't wait up."

I grabbed my keys from the hook placed on the wall and left.

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"Wassup you pointy chin bitch!" Amir held his arms up as I walked into the Vip section.

"Man, fuck you." I laughed, sitting on one of the leather chairs.

"If it isn't little Valencia walking in here looking like a pimp." Amir watched her make her way towards us.

"I was born a pimp in case you didn't know." She held a smug look on her face as she seated herself next to him.

I took the pre rolled blunt from behind my ear and lit it, inhaling the contents into my lungs.

"Your mama didn't teach you any manners? You speak to everybody when you enter a room." I said, exhaling the smoke from my nose.

"I don't have to to talk to you." She rolled her eyes like she always does. One day them bitches gonna get stuck.

"Is that right?" I chuckled, throwing money on the thick brown skin twirling around the pole.

"Let's not start this tonight." Amir pointed at me then her.

I held my hands up in surrender, "That's that troll over there always starting problems."

"Think of something better to call me, pussy." She spat.

I smirked at her getting mad, "I'll go back to calling you a bitch since that's what you act like 25/8."

"Shut up before I have your girl between my legs again." She said making Amir choke on his drink.

"Okay." He sat his glass down on the table."I'm not dealing with y'all asses. Both of you shut the hell up and throw some money."

"I don't know why you keep inviting me out with this fucker like me and him are cool." She told him, throwing back a shot.

"You walking on thin ice. Remember what I told you." I smiled, scanning her legs through my low eyes.

"I don't give a fuck what you told me."

"You don't?" I asked, very amused with her choice of words.

Her eyes narrowed, "No."

"Y'all niggas doing too much. I'm going to get a private dance." Amir grabbed the bottle of Hennessey before walking off.

"Your attitude isn't cute." I told her.

"I'm not trying to be cute."

"Talk to me like you have sense or I'll have to stuff something down your throat to shut you up."

"Please." She rolled her eyes, waving me off as she prepared a blunt.

"Who hurt you?" I watched her lick over the blunt, tucking it so perfectly. I've never gotten so turned on by a person rolling a blunt. Maybe because I never seen a female do it.

She laughed, "What the fuck are you talking about son?"

"You heard what I said."

She shrugged, "Nobody hurt me. I just realized that love don't exist in this world."

"It was a guy?" I asked.

"Is it any of your business?" She snapped making me raise an eyebrow. Who is she talking to?

"Keep it up."

She lit the blunt and blew perfect circles out of her mouth, "It was a girl. Then I tried a boy for a while and he left me high and dry. Took my innocence without looking back."

"That's fucked up." I shook my head. That would explain her behavior a lot.

"It's life." She shrugged.

"It's not okay if it has you mad at the world." I looked over at her.

"I'm not mad at the world."

"You're a bitch though." I said.

"But I'm a bad bitch." She laughed as I joined in with her.

"You're alright."

She looked at me with her low eyes and a smile on her face, "But you want to fuck me though. You've been wanting to since you first saw me."

"I want to fuck the attitude out of you. That's very true." I licked my lips.

She giggled, "That will never happen."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

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Sebastian?

Valencia?

Who do you think will cave in first?

Excuse mistakes.