★He crashes Girls Night Out

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**Rewritten Version**

I hurried out of the shower with Jericho and threw on some clothes. I quickly stalked into my living room expecting to see only my sister, unfortunately that wasn't the case. Gigi was standing beside her, smiling. They both were dressed in 'come and get me if you dare' outfits with heavy makeup on.

"Today is girl's night out. Did you forget?" Gigi said.

I turned to Mackayla. "What your pregnant ass doing? Chase let you out," I teased. She rolled her eyes then snorted which clearly meant Chase had no say in her going out.

"Hi, Jericho," Gigi waved, smiling. She was trying to suppress her laughter. Mackayla just gazed at him with a bland expression. I turned around...

Jericho was still wet from the shower with just a towel wrapped around him. "Hey ladies," he greeted with one of his most charming smiles.

"Jericho," Mackayla acknowledged. "It's ladies night at a strip club we all frequently visit and we're taking Mona. Tonight "Big Stud" is performing." Gigi and I both choked. Was she stupid?! Did she have any idea who she was provoking?!

My eyes said 'you trifling bitch'. What is her problem? Mackayla didn't even dignify my insult with a reply. She was too busy gauging Jericho's reaction. Jericho and Mackayla actually had a stare off. I know Mackayla, she wouldn't back down. That's why she had to marry a very patient man like Chase. "Mona isn't going anywhere," he said very sternly and pulled me closer to his side.

"You wanna bet." Mackayla raised her chin high and glared at Jericho, challenging him.

"Mackayla, that's enough," I cut in.

"Okay... this is getting awkward," Gigi said.

"Mona does what I tell her to do," he said.

I furrowed my brows. "I do?" I sighed and pulled away from him. "Let me get dressed, but we're not going to a strip club." I turned on my heel and left the room. Jericho follows.

"Here put this on soall the men would know you're mine." I looked at him with a shocked expression.He shrugged. "I forgot about it." 


"Jericho, how do you forget about a ring this expensive?!"

"You were naked and my dick was hard ergo thought process nonexistent."

"So romantic," I said sarcastically and snatched the box out of his hand removing the ring and putting it on. He grabbed me.

"Look at me," he demanded. "Your sister was trying to provoke me. I understand she doesn't know that I do wild shit when I'm provoked, but still don't let it happen again. And you better not go to a strip club." He took off the towel and began to get dressed.

I glared at his back. "Funny. When I tell you not to do something you do it anyway."

He froze with his back to me. "Are we really going to argue about this, Mona? Obviously you've dated some pussy ass dudes before me." he turned back around to face me. "Don't even think about disobeying me." His body language was different. It was hard, authoritative.

"He may seem charming, but I get the impression he could flip a switch and become something else."

Don't I know it.

I knew it wasn't wise to provoke him, but...

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The lights dashed around the room like shooting stars. Bodies glided together, sensually. The bass drove hard. I needed a drink. Don't usually go to clubs, especially one's called Scorpio that played nothing but EDM, it was Jericho's idea by the way. He totally ruined our girl's night out.

 The bartender placed down a napkin with my favorite drink, a Tequila Sunrise with a slice of orange hanging out on the cocktail glass. I took a sip and was grateful he didn't mutilate my drink. It was perfect. I practically had to tuck my elbows in, the bar area was packed tight.

My thoughts escaped me as big hands rested upon my hips. "Dance with me," Jericho said. I whirled around and froze, staring up. Paws were braced upon his chest. His eyes danced like diamonds within the lights. My man had a face straight out of a fashion magazine; squared jaw, beautiful upturned eyes, a perfect straight nose. His cheekbones were defined and beneath them you could see faint stubble.

All thoughts of cursing him out escaped me as he grabbed my hand and led me to the dancefloor. I watched his back from the top of his head to his feet. Black on black to me was a drab, but not on his body. He looked gorgeous and dangerous. People moved out of our way or rather his way. His grip suddenly tightened on my hand as he pulled me to him... And shit, this man could dance. I began swaying my hips to the bass. His body melted into mine. We moved together perfectly to the beat. He followed the movements of my hips. I grind into him. He pushed forward smoothly, rhythmically. I don't know how long we danced, but I lost myself in the moment and in the way his masculinity complemented my femininity.

He spun me around as my hands landed on his chest. Just as he was bending to kiss me, Gigi walks up holding her stomach. I knew something was wrong. "Girl, I don't feel good. I need to go home." I pulled away from Jericho.

"Want me to go-

She gazed at Jericho and smiled weakly. "Nah girl, you enjoy the rest of your evening with your man, besides Mackayla is going with me."

I nod. "Get better."

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