"Nigga was in the corner just like this," Duke made his eyes purposely roll back and his legs shake, causing the group of men to burst into a fit of laughter at the mockery of Israel.

"Yo y'all niggas is fucking annoying bro." He dragged his hand down his face; mostly trying to hide his own laugher because he was truly embarrassed by his actions from last night.

He still couldn't believe it. It was now the next day and at least twice a second since it happened, he caught himself thinking about the stripper with a Disney character name who gave him an orgasm in the club.

When he woke up this morning he could've sworn it was just a dream, but then he got invited out by his friends for lunch and they were making sure that he remembered every minute of his time with Bambi-who he'd learned had a big reputation in the club that she worked at.

He wondered why he'd never heard of her before.

"Nigga thinking 'bout shorty right now like he ain't got a whole ass wife." Cynel smirked at his best friend, causing Israel to roll his eyes.

Worrying about Jada finding out what happened at the club wasn't a priority for him right now-and probably never would be. He didn't care. She'd been dogging him for months and he remained loyal to her the whole time, and since she was messing around on him anyway, a little fun wouldn't hurt.

He really hadn't even cheated yet. According to his terms, at least. And especially compared to the things Jada had done over the course of their relationship-he wasn't even close to cheating. Yet.

As his friends finally switched to a topic that didn't involve him or his sex life, Israel continued to drift off into his thoughts.

Bambi was so pretty to him.

So pretty.

The red fabric looked perfect on her skin last night, too. Obviously he couldn't stop thinking about it and he couldn't stop thinking about her either. It amazed him what sexual encounters could do to someone. Besides experiencing how good she was at causing orgasms, he didn't know anything about this woman and yet she was all he'd thought about today.

He even contemplated texting her but he felt like it was too soon. And plus, he didn't know what to text her. He didn't know if he should ask for sex-or another sexual act like she'd done at the club. He didn't want her to feel like a booty call or a prostitute of some sort.

Texting wasn't his forte.

"Hello?" The same soft voice that was whispering in his ear last night spoke into the phone. Her accent was deep. He couldn't tell where she was from.

"Wassup..you busy?"

"Depends. You gone actually talk to me or I'ma have to do all the talking again?" She smartly remarked.

"I was drunk. I could barely think; let alone talk." He chuckled, embarrassingly dragging his hand down his face even though she couldn't see him.

"Mhm. Well, no, I'm not busy. Why, what you doing Israel?" His name came out of her mouth as if it belonged there. He just knew he was in over his head with this one.

"Nothin', out wit' my boys for lunch..." He paused for a second, "You think you ah' be free around-like, eight? Tonight?"

"Free?"

"Damn shorty, you charge for dinner too?" He chuckled, turning on the air in his car as she laughed through the speakers of his phone.

"Ain't nothing in this world free baby. Everything come with a price." She spoke humorously after her laugh died down, and he smirked.

"True 'dat.. How much you want?"

"Ummm, a band."

"Aight. That's nothin'. Send me ah' addy and I'll send a driver to get you at eight." He backed out of the parking lot, looking behind him. He hadn't even told his friends that he was leaving, but he didn't care.

"What do you want me to wear?" She asked.

"A red dress." He said without needing to think about his answer, and that made Bambi smile.

They ended the call a few seconds later, and Israel texted the group chat with his main friend group in it that he'd left because some business came up. He knew they'd know he was lying but it was mostly in case Jada went through his phone later-like she always did.

And then instead of going straight home, he decided to go to his actual job just to check in on things. He had about four and a half hours until his date with Bambi, so that was plenty of time to spare.

When Israel was 26, he became the CEO and biggest shareholder of his family's multimillion dollar construction company that had at least ten properties in every state of America, and eight offices throughout the country.

It was a quiet profession that not many people associated with millionaires, but he preferred it that way. He was humble with his money and didn't have anything to prove to anyone-especially about his finances because he was more than well off.

He hadn't done any of the hard labor-such as the actual building and putting stuff together-in a few years, so most of the times when he went to his office it was just to check up on how the companies were doing and how most of the projects were going or where they'd expanded to.

An essential part of being a CEO was making sure you had people that did all the hard stuff for you-and in his case that was the actual construction workers, movers, flight attendants on his payroll, finance accountants, a management team and suppliers too. His company would run perfectly fine whether he showed up for work or not and he appreciated the entire team for that.

"Hey East. Everything ok, brother?" The receptionist, Davion, greeted him once he walked in the building.

"Yeah it's cool. Y'all good," He gave him a head nod before continuing on his path to the elevator.

Riding it up to the third floor, he grabbed a Dr Pepper out of the built-in complimentary cooler, then exited once it stopped. He greeted a few employees that he passed, then closed the door after walking in his office.

He really didn't even feel like doing anything, so he sat on the couch and grabbed the controller console that went with his PlayStation 5.

Time passed by so quickly that by the time he checked his phone again it was already nearing seven o'clock. He loved the fact that he was so comfortable in his office space to where he didn't even realize hours flying by.

Around a year ago he'd turned the area into something like a man cave-a place where he could go to escape Jada if he needed to, or if he just wanted some time to himself. He had everything here; even a small bedroom that he actually used more than he'd originally intended to.

"Sir, Mrs.East is here. Is it okay to send her up?" The announcement speaker sounded through the room. Apparently he'd spoke too soon about escaping his wife.

"Yeah." He said back, hoping his attitude was evident. She never came home last night so he was kind of upset about that-especially since he still made sure to come home even after 'cheating' on her. He knew that she was most likely out doing something similar to what he'd done.

A few minutes later he could hear her enter his office, and he didn't bother to turn around. Her arms wrapped around his neck from behind, and she pressed her lips against the side of his face to greet him with a kiss.

"Wassup J, what you doing up here?" He played it cool, hoping that the hickey underneath his ear wasn't visible.

"I missed you. I'm sorry I didn't come home last night. We was in Jersey." She sat down in his lap, and he put his hand on her thigh as she made herself comfortable.

"Who is we?" He asked.

"Me, Marie, Chrisean and Nat 'nem." She named a few of her friends, before she smacked her lips. "You always think I'm out doing something I ain't supposed to be doing."

"Most times you are." He shrugged, grabbing the blunt that was on the table next to him.

"That's not true. I told you I ain't did nothing since we started that therapy." She frowned at him, and he didn't say anything back. He still thought that it was stupid that they were already in marriage counseling and they'd only been married for two months.

He'd give her the benefit of the doubt though-she hadn't cheated on him in a few weeks now, or at least she hadn't been caught. She figured she was good at keeping her infidelities a secret but somehow she always managed to tell on herself. She hadn't slipped up in a minute though.

Israel didn't even care at this point. His marriage seemed to be strictly a business based relationship now anyway. It was much better when they were only engaged; it seemed like the official wedding kind of ruined the little vibe they had going on for the last couple of years.

"Youn believe me?" Her frown remained as she stared at him.

"I ain't even say nothin' Jada. Chill." He refrained from rolling his eyes, sensing an argument about to start.

"No Israel 'cause why am I making the effort to show you that it's only us now if you don't even trust me to go out with my friends without thinking that I'm fucking another nigga?"

"Man I ain't say nun' of that. Stop putting words in my mouth. Fucking delusional bro." He muttered the last part to himself, but obviously it wasn't quiet enough because he had to catch her hand just in time to stop an attempted swing.

"You get on my fucking nerves with that Israel. I came here to spend some time with you-only to g-get accused of cheating. We can't never have a good day bro you always fucking doing something." She snatched herself away from him, grabbing her purse at the same time.

"Jada, man it wasn't that s-,"

"I don't care Israel. Can't fucking stand you bro." She headed for the door without bothering to hear him out, and he irritably placed his face in his hands once the door slammed.

She was right about one thing; they could never have a good day.

"A gentleman, I like it." Bambi took Israel's hand so that he could help her step out of the car, using her free hand to pull her dress down once she was out.

"You like my dress?" She asked, deciding to start the conversation since he obviously was no good at that.

"Mhm. You look good mama. A lil' short, but it's cute." He put his hands on both sides of her dress, pulling it down her thighs a little more. The gesture made her smile.

She kept her hand intertwined with his, letting him lead the way into the restaurant. Then, a waitress led them to a private booth on the enclosed patio area that showed the horizon of New York.

"I tried booking a rooftop table but they was all booked up," He told Bambi after pulling her chair out for her, then he sat across from her.

"This is fine. I like it already." She waved it off, putting her purse in her lap. Her smile returned once Israel held out a few bills to her, assuming it was the one thousand dollars that she'd requested earlier.

"A band just for a date.. You expensive huh?" He asked, and she nodded her head with a playful shrug.

"Is it really considered expensive if you got the funds for it?" She tilted her head to the side, and he smiled, shrugging as well.

"How you know how much funds I got?"

"I've heard things."

"Yeah? Like what?" He passed one of the menus over to her without removing his gaze from hers.

"I heard your people building that new rich neighborhood in Manhattan, and I heard that you got featured in Forbes. Andddd, I heard about your wife." She smiled near the end, watching a small surprised expression take over his face just as the waitress returned.

"Can I get you two started with some drinks tonight?"

"Yes, can I get a strawberry lemonade please?" Bambi spoke first.

"Uh, I'll just take a Dr Pepper with light ice. Thank you." Israel said next, then refocused his gaze to Bambi once the lady walked away.

"Don't worry though. I won't tell. What's the story with y'all?" She curiously asked, not caring much about the fact that she was on a date with a married man.

"It just ain't been working out." Israel told her; as much as he and Jada got into it, he didn't feel comfortable discussing his relationship problems with a stranger. Well, sort of a stranger.

"Mm, not working out-as in, cheating? Or, no orgasms?" She tilted her head the other way, reading him like a book.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Wellll.. y'all did go viral in the city when she cheated on you with Cane-and, the way I had you last night off of a dance? Yes. A little obvious." She told him, smiling at the sight of him laughing.

"Man I swear if somebody else bring that up I'ma throw a fit. Was it that bad?" He couldn't help but to laugh at himself. He guessed he'd been feening for that release.

"I wouldn't say bad. I thought it was cute, I could tell you needed it." She snickered, grabbing her drink once it was placed on the table.

Their conversation halted for a couple of minutes as they ordered their food, and then continued once the waitress walked away again.

"You could tell, huh? How many niggas you do that to a week?" He chuckled, taking his straw out of the rapper.

"I don't really do lap dances, actually. I usually just serve drinks but last night I saw an opportunity and I took it." She shrugged, truthfully.

"Mhm..so what kind of arrangement you think you getting outta' me? Since you got this shit all planned out."

"I haven't gotten that far yet. I'm thinking ten a week.. Maybe twenty." She met his gaze again. She was bold as hell, he liked that.

"Twenty bands a week? To do what?"

"Whatever you want." She said back, still not losing his gaze. Israel's eyes lowered to her breasts that sat up nicely in the built-in bra of the dress that she wore, then he put his eyes on her face again.

The arrangement didn't sound too bad. It didn't sound bad at all, actually. Especially in this economy.

"Five thousand a week for this month, then we can up it to ten next month if you still around." He told her.

"How about, no? I didn't ask you for a price, I gave you one. Be thankful I don't charge per conversation. Don't be cheap." She declined his offer, and that put a smile on his face. She was fun.

"Excuse me, can we get to go boxes for these?" Israel asked as soon as the lady placed their food on the table, and she nodded in response.

"To go? For what?" Bambi frowned at him.

"You think you getting ten grand a week without letting me test you out first?" He rose an eyebrow at her, watching as her frown slowly disappeared.

"I want the ten right after then."

"That's nothin' mama." He told her as he grabbed the to go boxes, and a sly smirk formed as her expression.

She let him grab her hand to pull her up after he'd packed up their food and left a hundred dollar bill on the table, then she followed behind him out of the restaurant.

Once they made it to his Cadillac truck, Bambi climbed in the backseat first, and then Israel got in with her after putting the food in the front.

"Nah, ain't no need for that. C'mere." He grabbed each side of her waist to pick her up, stopping her from tying her hair into a ponytail.

"I can't give you head like this Israel." She frowned in confusion after being placed in his lap.

"I don't want head. I want you to take this off." He pulled the bottom hem of her dress, trailing his eyes to lock on hers.

Without questioning him, Bambi put her purse in the seat next to them, and Israel caught sight of the gun that was in there-almost like she wanted him to see that she had the means to protect herself.

"I ain't gon' hurt you. I won't even touch you if that's what you want." He assured her, and she slowly nodded her head. She then grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head to take it off.

"All of it. Take it off." He kept his hands to himself, as promised.

"What's your real name, Bambi?" He questioned her as she continued to undress herself in front of him.

"Bria." She told him, pulling her bra off of her chest to reveal her mostly naked body to him.

"You look beautiful Bria." He met her gaze again once she removed the last piece of clothing; her laced panties.

"Thank you Israel." Her tone was soft just like his as she allowed his dark brown eyes to roam her body.

"Can I see?" He asked with his hands on her thighs, and she leaned her back against his center console to give herself some room, then she spread her legs apart to give him a view of what was between them.

She could feel the print of his dick harden even more against her as her bottom half remained in his lap, which let her know that he was enjoying what he had his eyes on.

"Israel," She kind of shrieked in surprise once he lifted her bottom half in the air, caught off guard.

"I ain't gon' touch you Bria. You want me to stop?" He looked at her again, and she bit her lip before shaking her head no.

"Good girl. Thank you." He kissed her inner thigh, and Bria had to contract her vaginal muscles in an attempt to stop herself from getting wet because once her 'girl' got going, she didn't stop.

Israel lowered his head a bit, allowing her natural scent to engulf him. He loved how fresh she smelled; as if she was straight out the shower. He didn't smell any scented products-like the fruity flavored scents some women preferred to smell like. She smelled all natural and that made his mouth water.

He finally placed her back down in his lap, and Bria leaned forward to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug while she positioned her thighs to rest on each side of him again.

"You smell good ma. You wet off nothin'." His voice rasped as he stared at her pretty face, watching a small smile spread across it.

"It's because of you." She mumbled, her eyes slowly darting back and forth between his eyes and his lips.

Israel connected their lips in a simple, light kiss, watching as Bria's eyes momentarily fluttered. They kissed again, and once more before she made the move to deepen it into a real kiss.

He was definitely in over his head with her.

Lol that was so cute I need a 6'5 sugar daddy that's covered in tattoos and is a millionaire too 💔