"Please get the fuck outta my car, Pharaoh."

Milan turned her face towards her steering wheel, trying to block him being anywhere near her out of her head.

Ramses continued to laugh at her irritated disposition. "Oh, so now I'm Pharaoh huh? Last night you were real fond of my government." He teasingly reminded her.

Although she felt heat rush to her face, Milan pushed that aside and kept to her cold demeanor.

"Yeah, we need more distance from each other than I thought. My bad."

He didn't have a quick witted response for that. The car was silent for a beat, then she felt his hand guide her face towards his direction.

"I don't plan on keeping more distance than I am from you right now. Is that a problem?" Ramses's tone dared her to say something that went against his statement, and with the temperature rising in the car by the second, Milan wanted to agree to keep him right where he was or closer...

But, being close to him is exactly what put her on Chrisanto's lap less than thirty minutes ago.

"Yes, it actually is. Have you forgotten who you are? A Blood Lord, and my brother—"

"I don't want no parts of your brother, I'm here for you, Mi." Ramses's cut her off before she could finish her sentence and Milan didn't take that lightly. "My brother is a Disciple. You know this. You may want no parts of him, but he's part of me." She went on to say.

Ramses withdrew his hand from Milan's face and sat back in her passenger seat once again. He smoothed the brim of his hat and faced forward, obviously upset with her standing her ground on this. Milan loved his straightforward-ness, but she didn't want to give him false hope either.

"And, don't your cheesing ass have a girlfriend? That lil hot thang that called me a hoe." Milan punched his shoulder a little too hard for playfulness, but that was her getting her lick in on the woman in part as well.

Grabbing a piece of gum and trying to act normal, Milan popped it in her mouth but once again that all too beautiful smile made its way back onto Ramses's face; disarming her. He glanced over at Milan, humor dancing in his eyes as well.

She had never noticed before, but with the street light beaming down slightly on his face; his eyes were a deep hazel.

God, he just keeps getting finer.

"You don't need to be worried about Tati. She ain't nothing to be afraid of."

His answer definitely didn't put her mind at ease though.

"So, she is your girlfriend and you're breaking into other girls's cars on her. How romantic." Milan dryly championed, taking a pink scrunchie off of her gear shift and tying her hair up. Like she'd thought before, the car just kept getting hotter and now she was beginning to think it was all in her head with the way Ramses was cool, calm, and collected in the other seat.

Ramses watched her silently from his place as she picked her hair up from her neck and wrapped it loosely out of the way. His eyes following her hands like she was a piece of art. When she was done and dared to make eye contact with him again, her breath hitched a bit as the full intensity of his gaze was laid on her.

"Ramses... what do you want from me?" Milan questioned softly.

Her heart was beating out of her chest almost just from nervousness. His smell intoxicated her senses, a heady mix of cologne and the energy he exuded almost had her seeing stars. It was apparent he knew just what he was doing to her.

Allowing the question to hang in the air between them, Ramses licked his bottom lip and sat up so that he was almost across the car's cupholders that separated them. A breath's away from Milan's face.

"Like I said, I'm only here for you."

Then he kissed her, full on the mouth— and she didn't pull away.

The heat that was building steadily in Milan's chest throughout the whole exchange exploded at once into a feeling that made goosebumps appear all over her skin. Ramses grabbed her throat and slowed their fevered start down to slow sensuous kisses that made her toes curl.

Milan knocked his hat off of his head and ran her hand over his soft waved hair, their mouths meeting in a way that seemed only natural. Ramses wordlessly dominated her, coaxing her into submission to his pace and nipping at her bottom lip.

When he pulled a way she was left in a kiss swollen haze.

Ramses looked the same, his eyes darkened to the point where he looked like he would take her right there in this moment.

She locked her ankles together just to give herself more support in saying no even though every cell in her body was screaming yes.

Finally shaking her kiss induced daze from her mind, she noticed Ramses's new found chewing and touched her hand to her mouth and realized her gum had been lost in the kiss. Next thing you know, she was about to punch him in his arm again, but he caught her wrist before she could even land it, a mischievous expression on his face as he chewed even harder to taunt her.

"Oh my gosh, you're disgusting!" She cried out in mock distress, trying her hardest to snatch her arm from his grasp but his hold held strong. "You gon' learn to keep your hands to yourself around me." He told her before releasing her.

Milan rolled her eyes and rubbed her wrist even though it didn't hurt at all, slightly pouting but it hadn't registered to her that she was. Ramses lifted her chin again to look in her eyes, "And you ain't even seen nasty from me yet."

A shiver ran down her spine at his words.

She looked away, out of the car to catch her breath, and noticed that all the people that were still waiting to get let into the club had been let in. Only a few stragglers now were left in line, she glanced at the time on her car's display and saw she'd been in the car with Ramses for over an hour now.

With an audible gasp, she took her hair out of her ponytail and pulled down the mirror attached to the car's sun blocker and began to fix herself up. Ramses deep chuckle could be heard on the side of her and she speared him with a glare. "What's so funny?"

"You just now noticing how much time you've wasted out here with me." He replied smoothly, the ceiling above him illuminated so she knew he had pulled out his phone.

"Well, if someone didn't force themselves into kissing me I would've been gone! Carina is gonna be so mad." Milan muttered as she reapplied her gloss after she cleaned the rest off that was smeared from their kiss. Mid application, Ramses pulled her over the partition of the gear shift and cup holders, her hands now steadying herself on his legs.

He kissed her again, this time deeper, the same slow ferocity engulfed her body in flames. There was so much their bodies had to say and it was put into the perfect dance with they way their movements mirrored each others.

Milan was now straddling his lap, but even from this vantage point Ramses had the control. Her hair was wrapped around his wrist as he kissed down her jawline to her neck, licking and sucking and making everything he touched ache for more. It was only when he moved back and she felt a slight throb near her collarbone did she realize what he'd done.

He'd just given her a hickey.

"Are you fuckin' fourteen?! Fuck, Ramses!" She squealed in dismay, crawling back over to her seat and opening the mirror again. Sure enough a considerably sized red patch was near where her neck and collarbone met.

Ramses looked completely unaffected by Milan's dramatics. "I had to shut you up somehow, I don't know why you're playing with me. You want this too."

Rolling her eyes in the mirror, Milan swatted his hands out of her way as she reached in her glove compartment and took out a tube of concealer and began to rub it into her skin where her hickey was. Of course she could still see it, but it toned down the redness ten fold. Ramses smacked his lips to voice his disapproval.

"Now why you covering my shit up?" He asked, and it was finally Milan's turn to scoff and laugh.

"I don't know what you thought this was. I'm not walking around with nobody's mark on me, especially yours." She shot back after she was satisfied with the makeup job she'd done. This time she was ready for Ramses's attempt to seduce her again, another time under him she was afraid was gonna lead to them getting in the backseat of her car.

That was so not an option.

She dodged his hands and laughed at the stale expression that came over his face. "Can you finally get the hell out of my car? I gotta go back to work. You coming in?"

Ramses shook his head and pulled out his phone again, quickly sending a text to someone before looking at her. "Nah. I know Chrisanto is in there, I ain't come looking for no problems tonight. If I wanted some, I would've come in there and asked you for a dance right back in the section I seen you in last night, fine ass." He explained, his eyes taking her in for the umpteenth time.

Milan felt her face heating again from the compliment, but she was a bit sad knowing her time with him was up. She kept the mood light though.

"I'm not a dancer. So, if you do come back, watch who you asking for because it won't be me." She scolded him, snapping her fanny pack back into place and turning her car off. She moved to get out of the car, but Ramses once again pulled her back. This time, just for a peck though, regardless it still stole Milan's breath away.

"I hear you. Text me the fuck back when I text you too." He added and Milan just waved him off and proceeded to get out of the car. As she got closer to the entrance of the club, she made sure to flip Ramses off. Even though she couldn't see him clearly because her windows were so darkly tinted, she could've sworn she saw his smile from inside the car still.

"Mad at the car or something?"

Milan flinched at Marcus's voice and turned to see him looking at the car with a confused, but amused expression before turning to Milan. Milan quickly recovered from looking like a deer in headlights and nervously laughed. "Yeah, stupid engine was acting up."

"I can go take a look at it if you want me to. I don't want you getting stuck here tonight." Marcus immediately offered, and it warmed her heart. She knew he was such a good guy. He was super cute too, Milan didn't know why she just didn't have that spark with him.

"No, thank you, Marcus. I'll be okay, a couple of turnovers always gets it going. Coming in for the night?" Milan quickly changed the subject and she noticed the way his eyes lit up when he saw her waiting for him in the doorway.

"I mean if the baddest in the house is asking me in, I ain't gon' say no." He responded, catching the door when Milan threw it open for him. The two walked towards the bar and were served with some left over mango strawberry shots. Three shots in, Milan knew it was time for her to stop if she wanted to drive home.

With about two hours left in her shift, Milan kissed Marcus on the cheek and told him he'd catch her later, before heading out onto the floor and refilling drinks as a stripper named Midnight Moon began a slow sensual floor routine.

A red latex covered hand grabbed her wrist and Daya came into view, "Girl where the fuck did Carina tell you to go? You've been gone for hours." She whispered angrily. Milan was already feeling a little loose, so she just grinned at Daya, which seemed to piss her off even more.

"Don't worry about me, Dee. I can handle myself." She tried to brush her off and go back to serving patrons, but Daya kept her there. "But can you handle Chrisanto?"

Milan stilled and her swaying feet stopped for a second. Daya's serious face held on. "I saw him leaving, Milan. You need to be careful."

Milan snatched her wrist away from Daya, more upset with the fact that she was right than the words she spoke. "You need to mind your own business." She returned sharply, and Daya was immediately taken aback, stepping away from her friend.

"Make sure you get somebody to take your drunk ass home. I hope Carina smells that shit on your breath, brat." Daya hissed as she snatched up some empty shot glasses off of the nearest table next to them and walked away.

Regret immediately took over Milan's psyche as she replayed her words to Daya in her head. She was always a loose lipped drunk. Her emotions seemed to just pour out of every pore when she was under the influence. It was definitely time for her to go home.

Stumbling back to Marcus who'd finished his beer and was absently scrolling on his phone, she sat in a stool next him. More like, fell into the seat though, which made Marcus look up and smile when he realized it was her again. Milan returned the smile.

"I... think you got me drunk." She jokingly slurred, resting her arms on the bar and then putting her forehead on top of them.

"A lightweight bottle girl, that should be fucking illegal." Marcus commented, and that made Milan laugh a little, even though she felt like she could feel the blood coursing through her veins and her brain pulsing against her skull at this very moment.

"Who's getting you home?" Marcus asked next and that's when Milan turned her head towards him. "Do me a favor?" She bargained, in a high pitched voice that sounded more guilty than an actual question.

Marcus shook his head, his face showing he thought her state was absolutely hilarious. Then he nodded, "I'm definitely gon' be cashing it in soon. C'mon, drunkie." He told her before taking her by her arm and helping her stand from the bar. As soon as she did, it was like all three shots came rushing into her blood stream at full force.

She definitely needed the helping hand.

The work husband and wife made their way to Marcus's all black track hawk jeep and he helped her get into the passenger side of his car. Immediately the smell of marijuana hit her and her nose wrinkled.

"I didn't know you smoked Marcus." Milan struggled to get out, her nose having a hard time adjusting to the pungent smell. It was like he grew it straight out of his car. Marcus chuckled as he looked behind him and began to pull out of his parking space.

"I didn't know you didn't." He slyly answered and Milan rolled her eyes, watching the street blur as Marcus sped out of the parking lot. Her head was on the verge of spinning.

Glancing over at Marcus, Milan took him in once again and willed herself to see an inkling of the attraction she had for Ramses in him. She wanted so bad for Marcus to be the one to take her mind off of him.

Marcus was a pretty brown, the kind of a lightly sweetened coffee. A perfect rich brown. His skin was pulled taught over his muscles as he drove and the lights that shone over the car also illuminated the tattoos on his skin.

His locs were thick and ran down the upper half of his back, stopping a bit past his arm. Marcus was every bit of fine.

But he didn't ignite that fire inside of her when he looked at her like Ramses did.

"I've been waiting to get you alone for the longest, Mi." Marcus revealed as he kept his eyes on the road, only looking over for a second to gage her reaction. Milan was flattered, she smiled softly over at him.

"Oh really? You know you didn't have to wait til I got myself drunk, ya know?" She laughed, but quickly stopped as she felt slightly nauseous when she did so. Marcus smiled when he heard her, he looked over at her again. It was very clear that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

With a slightly heavy sigh, Marcus made a turn that put them on the expressway and sped the car up a couple miles. "Yeah, I know that. I just never knew a good time. We do only see each other at work, and that's what I'd like to change."

A soft pause came over the car as Milan realized just where this conversation was going. She didn't move nor did she say anything.

"I wanna take you out, where we can see each other in the daylight finally." Marcus continued and Milan still stayed quiet as he spoke. "Would you like that? You can say no, I'm not gon' stop the car." He joked, but she could tell by the tenseness in his arms he was nervous.

She liked that. She liked knowing she had an effect on him, as opposed to Ramses stealing her breath every chance he got and looking unbothered after.

"I would like that." Milan repeated after him and the smile that came over Marcus's face could've powered a black out for fifty miles. He was the cutest thing.

And I could actually have him.

Milan felt like a weight was lifted off of her chest when she looked at Marcus and imagined what would happen if she actually did grow to like him. Nothing. Nothing would happen, and that was the best part.

Pulling off the expressway and going down for a few more blocks, Marcus pulled up on Milan's street with a bit of her guidance and stopped in front of her apartment complex. Going to undo her seatbelt, Marcus's hand went over hers to stop her and Milan looked up at him with confusion.

"I can't wait to see you in the sun." Marcus told her, his eyes scanning over her face like he wanted to commit every nook and cranny to memory. Milan felt blood rush to her cheeks, she looked down for a second before meeting his eyes again.

He then moved his hand and allowed her to unstrap herself. "You need me to come get you tomorrow night since we left your car?" He offered as she slid down from the car's high seat and planted her feet on the pavement.

Milan shook her head no and straightened out her tights. "Thank you for the ride, Marcus. I... I can't wait to see you in the sun either."

The liquor in her system had her nerves on one thousand just from uttering that one cheesy sentence back to him, but seeing Marcus's face light up again at it made it worth it. With that, she closed his door and he waited until she got inside her building before pulling off.

When she made it inside her apartment, she knew that her brother was home because the house smelled of pepperoni Hot Pockets. Loudly kicking her shoes off by the door, Milan made more noise with whatever she could to make him come out of his room and greet her.

With another knock of her heel against the drywall, Devon finally came out of his room and Milan walked up to him and hugged him. He stayed completely still and rigid at the show of affection.

"Hug me back. Stop being mad at me." Milan grudged with the side of her face smushed against his collarbone.

Devon said nothing and stood just as stiffly.

"Mom and Dad would want you to hug me." She added, which caused Devon to groan loudly. She knew he was pinching the bridge of his nose like he always did when he was irritated.

Soon enough, his arms came around her shoulders and Milan smiled.

"You can't use mom and dad for the rest of our lives, Mi. Especially not for things like this."

Milan shrugged, her eyes being closed during the embrace allowed her peace from her swimming head.

"Mom and Dad would want me to use them as excuses to get you to stop being an asshole."