ISABELLA

      "So tell me about Omari," Paula demanded as she pulled off her black sheer tunic to fully reveal her black and white bikini.

      I pulled off my own cover-up, a cute sheer ANK sarong I used as a dress that matched my ANK bikini perfectly, before resting on my white beach towel and responded to her question, "He's just a sweetheart Paula. I know I was apprehensive and ready to be difficult but he's a really good guy."

      "Yet I notice that you're still in separate rooms," Paula pointed out.

      "Not everything is about sex you slut!" I joked.

      "Spoken from a true virgin," she replied with a roll of her eye. "I guess it's true what they say. You can't miss what you've never had because if you had your back blown out before then you'd be in the master suite with your man."

      "Whatever," I waved her off. "Seriously though, I'm comfortable around him. He makes me feel safe."

      "Then what's the problem?" Paula asked.

      I sighed and pulled my Roberto Cavalli sunglasses over my eyes before answering, "I like Omari, really I do, but I don't want to just have sex. I want to be made love to when I have my first time and we can't make love to each other without feeling the emotion first."

      "Well have the two of you at least went out on an official date?" Paula asked.

      "We've done little things like go to the movies and casual dining restaurants but with him working and over seeing his clubs we don't get a lot of time for that so there hasn't been that one really formal dinner or anything. I did get to meet his friends though," I added.

      "Really?" Paula asked before getting hype and saying, "Guess who I ran into before I flew down here?"

      "Who?" I asked.

      "I ran into Juju at Neiman's," she replied.

      "For real?" I asked. "Did he have my baby with him?"

      "No, Kellie had him but you know he asked about you," Paula replied.

      "I need to call him," I replied thinking about my boo Juju.

      I'd actually met LaRon, believe it or not, about two years ago at Jacob & Company. I was picking up a pair of earrings I'd had commissioned and four matching bangles when he walked in the store. The two of us got to talking while one of the associates went to get the jewelry I'd commissioned and just clicked. He was just a cool person to be around especially since he didn't hold his tongue about what he was thinking. After being around so many 'yes' people who smile in my face while saying one thing and whispered another behind my back, it was a nice change.

      "Well guess what I found out," I told her as a particularly fine chocolate brother ran past us bare-chested and revealing a nice six pack.

      "What?" Paula asked as her head turned to follow the jogger.

      "I found out that your ass got here early," I threw out and she coughed before snapping her head at me. I smirked and said, "I called your mom to double check what time your flight landed only to find out you were coming in a day early. So what did you do?"

      "You hungry?" she started trying to switch the subject in discussion.

      "Uh-uh bitch," I snapped. "Don't you go changing the subject. Not after you were all in my business."

      "How would your parents feel if they heard the way you were talking right now?" she asked trying to divert my attention.

      "I really don't give a good got damn how they feel right now. Now spill it girl," I demanded sharply.

      "I had a date with Dreux," she replied.

      "Frederic?" I asked shocked. She nodded. "Well aren't you diligent?"

      She rolled her eyes and said, "You can't be the only one getting their romance on. A sister needs love too."

      "I know that's right," I joked with her.

OMARI

      "Hey Paula," I greeted my wife's best friend as I entered the house and as usual Isabella was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

      "Hey O!" she called out to me from her spot on the couch not taking her eyes off the screen where Richard Gere took Julia Roberts shopping on Rodeo Drive.

      I shrugged off my jacket and headed into the kitchen to see Isabella standing in front of the stove dressed casually in one of my white beaters and a pair of heather gray cotton fold-over pants. She was in her own world and had no idea I was in the kitchen. I made my way over to the island and hopped on it and just stared at her. It wasn't until she had turned to rinse off the spoon she'd used to taste her sauce that she noticed me.

      "Omari!" she reprimanded me as she lightly slapped my chest with a clean dish rag.

      I laughed and grabbed her arm and gently pulled her over towards me before placing my hand on her hips and pulling her in the space between my legs. Her blue eyes stared at me in wonder and I couldn't help but lean down and kiss her. She froze for a minute and I gently coaxed her to respond and had to fight the smile that wanted to form when she relaxed in my hold and kissed me back.

      "Hey," she replied breathlessly when we parted.

      "Hey," I replied in amusement before asking her what she was making. "What are you cooking?"

      "Honey nut stir fry and you better enjoy the hell out of this because I doubt I'll actually have the time to cook once school starts," she replied as she grabbed a fork and pulled out a piece of chicken and blew on it before offering it to me.

      "This is really good," I complimented as I fought the urge to snatch the fork from her and go to work on consuming the food in the wok.

      "Well I try," she replied with a smile before glancing at the clock. "Why don't you go get comfortable and tell Paula to wash her hands?"

      "Food's almost ready?" I asked as I slid off the marble counter.

      "That's the only thing I'm useful for to you isn't it?" she joked.

      "What?" I asked curiously from the entryway.

      "As a personal cook," she answered.

      I allowed my eyes to trail her form before shaking my head and said, "I find you useful in numerous ways."

ISABELLA

      "Where are you two going tonight?" Omari asked me from the doorway of my bedroom.

      The normally very organized room was a war zone right now seeing as Paula and I were both trying to find something hot to wear out clubbing. "We're having ladies night tonight."

      "And you know what that means," Paula called adding her two cents as she held her silver Manolo Blahniks against this printed dress.

      "Nah, what's that?" Omari asked in amusement.

      "We're going clubbing tonight!" she exclaimed in excitement.

      "Neither of you are old enough to get into the clubs here...well nothing worth attending," he replied.

      "Oh contraire my friend," Paula started, "we happen to have on good authority that a certain someone owns a hot club on South Beach and said friend will get us in VIP won't he?"

      "Is that right?" he asked.

      "Come on Omari," I added giving him my puppy dog eyes. "You can either be nice and put our names on the list or we can always make use of our fake ID's. Lord knows we've gotten into many clubs with them."

      "No drinking," he started.

      "I'm driving so that goes without saying," I replied before ushering him away from my door so that Paula and I could get dressed.

OMARI

      I was in the living room watching one of my favorite stand-up comedies, Martin's You So Crazy, while Paula and Izzie got ready for their "girl's night out." The two of them had been running around her room for the last hour and a half and I was honestly thinking that they decided not to go to the club cause it'd been a minute since I'd seen either of them. I was dying at the part where Martin was talking about the girl dancing at the club in her 'Fuck Him' dress when the two of them walked out of Izzie's room looking sexy as fuck.

      Paula had styled her shoulder length hair styled differently and was dressed in this black one shoulder sequined dress that stopped just above the mid of her thigh. A pair of dangerously high black pumps accented the dress and made her long legs seem as if they went on for miles. Smoked out silver eye shadow contorted her brown eyes into a smoldering look while sheer gloss toned down the look. Three black and white tiger printed bracelets dressed her right wrist while a large onyx and diamond ring sat proudly on her left index finger. A simple pair of onyx and diamond hoop earrings hung from her ears and she smiled lightly before giving me a twirl and asking me what I thought.

      "You look good sis," I told her and she smiled happily as I turned my attention to Izzie and my mouth dropped.

      Isabella stood before me in a pair of cream and gold pumps that reminded me, oddly enough, of a tea cup. A pair of cream colored leggings molded to her shapely legs and clung nicely to her shapely bottom. A cream colored silver threaded sheer lace blouse covered her torso but still managed to cover her tastefully. Her thick curly hair had been straightened and was pushed back to reveal the pair of diamond hoops in her ears. Her engagement ring and wedding band dressed her left ring finger while a floral designed diamond encrusted right hand ring rested over her right hand's middle finger. A small off white diamond accented white Chopard watch covered her right wrist and a huge diamond bangle dressed her left wrist. Her make up was flawless and if it wasn't for her white and aqua colored eye shadow, which made her blue eyes pop, jeweled lashes, and shimmering gloss you wouldn't even know she had any on.

      "How do I look?" she asked me apprehensively.

      "You're beautiful baby," I answered honestly and she smiled widely before engulfing me in a hug. I returned the gesture, squeezing her lightly, and she gasped a bit before backing up out of my hold.

      "I'll see you later Omari," she replied and leaned in to give me a quick peck on the lips but I captured her bottom lip and slipped my tongue in her mouth, gently coaxing her tongue into my mouth and sucking on it.

      She moaned lightly and kissed me back instinctively. All thoughts of Paula went out the window as my hands made the short journey from her waist to grip her ass. Isabella gasped lightly before groaning and lightly biting my bottom lip before pulling away. Isabella stared at me in wonder before Paula's amused laughter broke her out of reverie. A red blush began to color Izzie's cheeks and she backed out of my hold and turned her attention to Paula.

      "Shut up," she tried to whisper before lightly mumbling that she'd be back later and drug Paula out of the house.

      As soon as the front door closed I grabbed the cordless phone and called Angelo, the manager of my club, and gave him instructions to have security watch out for Paula and Izzie. Over the past couple of days I'd gotten to know Paula and I really liked her. She was just a very chill person and was genuine in her friendship with my wife and I could appreciate that. On top of that, she'd been able to capture Dreux's attention and that was no small feat. The girls were looking good tonight and this was Miami; it wasn't out of the norm for someone to slip something in their drinks and there would be hell to pay if something happened to either of them at my club.

PAULA

      It wasn't until Is and I were in the elevator that I stopped my giggles. She stared in her compact as she reapplied her gloss and I took that moment to tease her a bit.

      "Well it seems as if you and Omari are getting along," I teased.

      "Shut up," she replied.

      "Why I gotta shut up?" I asked as the doors opened on the second floor and as an older couple boarded the elevator.

      We un-boarded the elevator when it stopped at the garage and made our way to Is's Mercedes, her car had finally gotten here, and she drove us towards Omari's club.

ISABELLA

      "Damn," Paula let out as we got to Code Red and noticed the long line that wrapped around the building.

      "I know right," I replied as the two of us bypassed that long assed line for the front door.

      "Excuse you but the line is back there," this girl about four spots from the door pointed out.

      "I have 20/20 vision," I snapped back as I headed over to the bouncer.

      "The line's around back," he mentioned as he looked Paula and I up and down with a leer.

      "I'm sure. Omari said he put us on the list," I replied and that got his attention.

      "Omari?" he asked before giving us a distrusting look and said, "What's your name?"

      "Isabella Deveraux," I stated clearly.

      As soon as he looked over the sheet and saw my name, his whole attitude changed and he moved aside to let us in. I gave him a polite nod as Paula and I walked passed him and into the crowded club. The DJ was on point and I was ready to dance. I bypassed the bar and headed to the dance floor and began to move to the throbbing beat. A sensuous beat started to play and I began to wind my body. There wasn’t a particular person I was dancing with but I did feel someone grinding into my behind. Normally I would have turned and snapped but being that we were in the club and he wasn't getting too touchy feely, well besides his groin trying to work its way into my ass, I just continued dancing. It wasn't until the DJ started blasting a Sean Paul song that I began to get uncomfortable. Before I had the opportunity to turn and snap on the guy two security guards popped out of nowhere and pushed him away from me.

      "What the fuck?" he snapped.

      "Sir, either calmly leave or we'll have to escort you out of the club," one of the guards replied.

      "We were just dancing!" the man argued.

      "Do I have to repeat myself?" the guard asked the man.

      The guy sneered at the guard and leered at me before saying, "I'll catch you later mami."

      "I appreciate that and everything but why did you do that?" I asked the guard closest to me.

      "Boss's orders," he replied simply before telling me to enjoy my night and walking off.