“What, and lose hold of the finest female in the room? Not a chance,” Lamar drawled in his deep, arrogant voice that set her teeth on edge. His tall, muscular body mashed against her, his pelvis bumping her ass as he swayed her to the sensual R n B mixes the DJ was spinning.
“You can bet my body missed yours like you wouldn’t believe,” he crooned in her ear, adding softly, “They’re playing what used to be our song, baby. ‘Your body is my party’…remember how I used to roll my tongue all around that sweet pussy of yours to the rhythm of that song till I made you speak a different language. Remember that, sugar baby?”
“Oh, I remember,” Alexandra snarled, stiffening up against his unwelcome touch, words and tone. “I remember most of all what a thieving cad you turned out to be, trying to swindle me out of several million dollars in some fake scheme or other.”
She felt him pause and smiled angrily to herself. He never really knew why she’d broken up with him. At first when they’d started dating, she hadn’t minded that he felt much too comfortable spending her cash. Alexandra saw no harm in being generous but for a boyfriend, he liked to mooch much too much. But she’d believed herself in love – that was until he started to talk about a certain business deal he was interested in and if her father would want to invest some cash in the scheme.
Alexandra had been all for helping out her lover and had taken the effort to ask the help of one of her father’s financial advisors. Turned out the man was sharp as a tack and did a few investigations of his own. He wasted no time in telling Alexandra that her boyfriend was trying to involve her in some kind of scam. Alexandra hadn’t known how to act upon that information, not until a week later when she’d paid a surprise visit to Lamar’s apartment and overheard him telling the girl curled up in his lap how he had zero feelings for Alexandra but was only in a relationship with her for her money.
That was a year ago and Alexandra had quietly left the apartment, not bothering to confront Lamar that day or later when she calmly called him on the phone and told him they were through.
And now here he was, grinding up against her at her best friend’s party like nothing had happened. She could see Malia had noticed them and was rushing up, her eyes a mixture of confusion and anger.
“I didn’t invite him, Alex, I swear,” Malia gasped, before turning on Lamar with a scowl. “What the hell are you doing at my party? I think you should leave.”
He merely smirked. “Ah, the chubby best friend sticking up for her innocent little pal. Why don’t you go stuff your face with some birthday cake, hmm Malia sweetie? And by the way this is a fucking nightclub and I happen to have a VIP table here tonight.”
“But not in my section hired for the party,” Malia snapped, looking furious about his cake comments.
Alexandra was sighing angrily as she tried to push out of Lamar’s strong grasp without causing too much of a scene. “Malia, you just let me handle this…”
“Is this man bothering you?”
Alexandra stiffened, just as Malia’s eyes pinned to somewhere beyond Alexandra’s shoulder. She turned to the sound of the unmistakable steel of Cane’s voice. Lamar turned, his expression twisting in quizzical anger as he came face to face with the white guy standing next to them.
“Cane! There you are,” Alexandra said in relief, finally able to shove the surprised Lamar aside before sliding up to Cane and wrapping her arms around his neck. She sighed inaudibly with delight when his hands instinctively fell on her hips, holding her to him.
She turned slightly to see Lamar’s face which held a mocking smile. “Oh, so it’s like that?” he said, looking pointedly from Alexandra to Cane. “Didn’t know you were the type to dig white meat, sugar boo. I guess that’s why you always felt you were too good for the likes of me.”
“You’re wrong,” Alexandra muttered angrily. “I simply felt too good for a gold-digging loser who thought it was cool to play the gigolo, running up bills on my card and sponging off me when in truth, he knew there were ‘zero feelings’ involved.”
She saw realization dawn on his face as she quoted the exact words he’d said to his floozy that day in his apartment almost a year ago. And then his confusion faded as he merely smiled. “Yeah well; you were always a great piece of ass so I guess a brother should at least thank you for the memories huh?”
Alexandra felt Cane’s muscles contract in his neck and shoulders where she’d linked her arms, and felt him actually make to lunge for Lamar. But she held on tight to his neck, using her body as a kind of shield as she looked up at Cane’s furious face with pleading eyes. From the corner of her eye, she saw Malia was walking back to them, followed by three hefty men whom Alexandra recognized as a few of the bouncers from the entrance.