Manny POV

He was having sex with Shamiya about every night now. It was like he was addicted to her. He could never explain it. He officially had a girlfriend and a sidepiece. Shamiya did not mind being the side piece. She knew her role and stayed in it.

"I think we just get each other," she said to him, caressing his chest.

He was laying in bed with her, under covers, both naked after they went at each other like animals. Sex with her was on another level than Laila. Better, and that's why he could not help himself.

"You're special."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," she added a giggle as she smashed her body tight to his. "Manny, you're amazing. I know this is just...you know...whatever it is, but I like you."

"I like you too." But he loved Laila.

"You could be with lots of other girls here, I know so many trying to get with you but you are always here with me."

Or with Laila, down the hall, only a few doors away. The risk was great but somehow he was never caught. He knew Laila's schedule. When she was sleep she was asleep, she was not leaving her room, so he could go onto their floor and to Shamiya's room without being seen by anyone. He would not stay long, then he would leave before she would wake up.

Staying in the same residence hall helped. His sneaky link was not halfway across campus. Middle of the night at three a.m. in the morning is when he saw many others doing the same thing he was doing. Sneaking out of one room to another.

Maybe it was his generation, linking up for sex and that was it. Were relationships a thing of the past?

Maybe he should tell Laila that he did not want to be in a relationship anymore they could be friends with benefits. He did not want to lose the benefits of having Laila. He also wanted to do all the things he missed out on in his younger years. Playing the field.

"I'm not going to pressure you about choosing me or Laila. I like Laila, she's cool people. I just feel some kind of way because she is always talking about how you're different from all the other guys."

"I am."

She chuckled at him. "Boy, you have two girls crazy about you and you're having your cake and eating it too. You're not different."

"If you don't like sharing me, why keep calling me over?"

"I didn't say I mind. It's Laila, poor girl doesn't even know she's sharing and you have her living in LaLa land."

She was right, he should be honest with her. But he knew if he told her what was going on he would lose her.

"Can we...not talk about Laila while I am in bed with you?" He kissed her and slid his hand down between her thighs. "I would rather do other things while we're in this bed."

Shamiya had a roommate, but even her roommate did not know about them. She had a boyfriend and spent days in his room. She would text when she was on the way so if he needed to leave quickly, he could. That never happened.

Until now.

With no warning, her roommate, Neta walked in while they were in the middle of having sex.

"What the hell Neta, damn!" Shamiya pushed him away while he tried to hide under the covers.

"Oooooh! Girlllll! You in here doing the nasty!"

He was under the covers praying she did not see his face. Neta was friends with Marketta. If she knew it was him surely she would flap her mouth.

"Girl, I had the bow on the door, how are you-"

"So what you're getting dicked down, I fought with my man."

"Neta-"

"Oh, I saw it was Manny, you ain't slick dude."

Oh, fuck! Even if she thought she knew it was him, he still was not coming from under the cover.

"Neta girl, why are you in my business."

"Your business? You're fucking someone else's man and that someone else is our friend. Trifling heffa!" Neta went on and on and he was worried her screaming would have others on the floor hearing her. "Manny, get the hell up and show your face. I'm about to go tell Laila what the hell you're doing."

He quickly pulled the covers away from him. "Are you crazy?"

"Both of y'all going to hell for this!" Neta started to head out of the room.

He wanted to jump out of the bed but he was naked.

"Wait, wait, Neta come on girl, stop," was all he could say.

"Neta stop being a bitch. This is not your business."

"I can't believe you would fuck this dude when his girlfriend is a few doors down. And you smile in her face and sleep with him. Nasty bitch!"

"Call me a bitch again!"

"Bitch! I hate fucking cheaters. Find your own man and stop fucking others."

"I'll fuck yo man too bitch, what?"

While they were arguing back and forth, he grabbed his shirt that was on the bed and reached down for his boxer shorts and pants on the floor. They were going back and forth with the yelling but he was trying to figure out how to make an exit out of the room without Marketta or Laila coming out of their room.

It was two in the morning, they should be sleeping, but maybe they would wake up in the middle of the night.

"My man would never mess with a whore ass bitch like you."

"Really?" Shamiya smiled at her. "I already fucked him. Ask him."

"Lying bitch!" Neta rushed over and smacked Shamiya in the face.

Shamiya grabbed her hair, a wig, and pulled till it got loose. Still naked, she hopped out of bed and started to punch her in the face. Neta started clawing at Shamiya as best she could.

He slipped on his shoes, grabbed his phone from the desk, and tried not to watch the girl-on-girl fighting that was kind of hot. There was not much he could do about them fighting.

"I uh...I'm leaving." He inched closer to the door. This fight was not going to end well and Neta would probably run her mouth. He was a goner now.

He cracked the door open and stuck his head out. It was quiet and empty. Without a look back at the screaming, fighting girls, he slipped out of the room, and walked quickly to the back stairway, away from Laila's room. He took the stairs down from the third floor, walked outside of the building through the side exit, and then had to walk around to the other side of the building to get to his wing.

He made it to his room and needed to change out of his clothes and shower before he went to bed. Manny was in bed asleep. He hoped the girls fought, made up, talked it over and then all would be good in the morning.

It was not.

He got a call from Laila first thing in the morning.

"How could you!"

The best defense was to pretend ignorance. "Babe, what's wrong? What's going on?"

"You and Shamiya?"

The second defense is deny, deny, deny. "What about her?"

"Neta said she saw you in her room with Shamiya and you two were-"

He stopped her right there. "Who are you going to believe? Me or some jealous girl?"

"But she said-"

"I don't care what she said." He looked over at Jordan still in bed, pretending to be asleep. He needed to see her face-to-face, but if he went over there, he might be face-to-face with Shamiya and Neta as well. "Why don't you come over here, so you can look me right in the face and accuse me of something I didn't do."

She seemed to go for that and said she was on her way over.

"Man, you should just tell her the truth. Rip the bandaid, break up with her, and move on," Jordan said to him as he rushed to throw on some clothes.

"I just need you to back me up okay, that's it."

It did not take long for Laila to knock on his door, but when she opened the door, he saw she was not alone, she was with her sister. This might be harder to pull off now.

"Hey Marketta, why are you-" Jordan started to say, but she held up her hand to him and cut him off.

"To see what your lying-ass roommate has to say."

"Lying? What did I do? I don't even know what I'm being accused of." He hoped the lie coming from his face was believable.

"Were you in Shamiya and Neta's room last night?" Laila flat-out asked him.

"No!"

"Neta said you were fucking that thot Shamiya!" Marketta yelled at him.

"What? No!"

"You're lying! I hate liars," Marketta was all up in his face as if he personally did something to her, while Neta was near tears standing by not saying anything.

"What did Shamiya say? If she said I was, she's lying too."

"She said it was some other guy with her, but Neta said-"

"Then there you go! It wasn't me. I promise!" he pleaded. He went to Laila and pulled her in his arms. "I was here all night, in my room."

"Are you for real?" Laila asked. "If you want to be with someone else just tell me."

"I don't. I only want you." He kissed her forehead.

"Jordan, you were here all night, was Manny here with you?" Marketta asked.

He immediately looked at his friend and pleaded with him with his eyes. With one look at Jordan, he could tell he wanted to tell the truth. He pleaded harder with him with his eyes, while he comforted Laila in his arms.

"Huh? Yea, yeah, Manny was here," he said, a little too unsure for him. "We talked frat business then played the Switch then went to sleep. That's it. My boy was here all night. It wasn't him."

He grinned that his frat brother recovered so quickly.

"Told you, girl. We're good." He gave Laila another forehead kiss. "I love you, Laila."

He was done for real, this was too close for him.

A/N: This boy Manny is evil! This little church boy, gospel choir, son of a deacon is trash. And while we're at it, Jordan lying for his frat brother is just as worse. Just so you know, this situation happens a lot between fraternity brothers.