Love's POV

" YO my man, add two shots of Hennessy." I can feel pressure on my back cause someone is basically leaning over me. The New York accent and the smell of the Polo cologne, I know it's one of my god brothers. The fact that the person is pressing against my ass lets me know it's Sincere.

Without looking back, I ask, " When did y'all get here.?"

" Just now," he says while taking the drinks from the bartender.

" Follow me. We got a table; Mila and Chance are already sitting down."

My hands are empty. I grab onto the back of Sincere's jacket as he maneuvers us through the crowd. I am not really paying attention because, at 5'1, all I can see is the back of Sincere, there are people on all sides of us as we move, and then we stop. Sincere takes a couple of steps and then turns around. I see he has handed Chance and Camila their drinks and is now handing me mine.

Camila has a strange look on her face and keeps glancing behind me, I take a minute, and without making it obvious I look behind me to see what is going on. It doesn't take me long to figure out we are sitting one table away from Temor and his crew.

Turning back around, I look at Mila and mouth, "Fuck it ." I plan to hit 100, my family is here, my best friend is here, I am safe, I can relax and enjoy myself. I don't have to watch my back, and just like that, I decide not to care who is behind me.

Everything is going well. Chance and Camila flirting with each other as usual. I already see where this is going straight to the hotel. The thought makes me giggle. The four of us usually hang out together, so everyone knows what's up,

" What's so funny?" Sincere asks me as he pulls me, and I end up between his legs sitting on his lap. I try to act nonchalant as I suppress my body's natural reaction to Sincere.

"Everything," I purr into his ear. I feel Sincere's reaction as the spot on his lap that I am sitting on gets harder. Also, his hand that was hanging on the side of the chair is now caressing my side. Sincere and I have a complicated relationship, one that our family willing avoids talking about.

Just then, Keith Sweat Right and Wrong-way start to play, and Sincere says he wants to dance. We get up and make our way to the dance floor. At this time, I am at a good 75 percent to fuck it.

Sincere places his arms around my neck and then rests them on the tops of my shoulders as I have my arms around his waist. We start swaying to the music as I listen to the words Sincere is singing in my ear,

"I'm yours for the taking so you can do what you please, don't take my Love for granted; you're all I'll ever need."

Listening to Sincere sing to me, I surrender whatever control I had over my emotions. I forget we are in a club on a dance floor. I move closer to him and rest my head on his chest. I start to feel the effects of the drinks I have had and I'm pretty sure I'm at 100%.