12. Sinful Book 2

My office work was very stressful and demanding, but never in all my years of working have I ever been this tired. Maid of Honor work- no, being Aliyah’s maid of honor, was the most stressful thing I ever got to do in my entire life. Like nothing was supposed to be this stressful. Nothing!

In just two days, I worked more than I have ever worked, like ever! Aliyah made sure I didn’t have rest until she was good.

“If you feel like I’m being unfair to you and you want revenge, tell Antonio you’ll marry him,” Aliyah had joked. Oh, I plan to troll you if I ever get married!!!

She just didn’t know that.

All in all though, I couldn’t blame her, planning a wedding, no matter how small, was stressful as fuck and the wedding wasn’t so far away anymore, so I know it freaked her out. Aliyah and Harry’s wedding was in two days and no matter how slaved I was, I was glad that they needed me. I had never had the chance to do this for anyone. I liked being needed.

“Get ready bitch!!! They’ll be here anytime now,” Aliyah smirked, spanking my ass as I hurried into the bathroom to shower.

Okay so, it was Aliyah’s bachelorette party, and she had planned everything and kept the details away from me. I didn’t mind though, because I liked to party and nothing could surprise me. The “they” Aliyah was talking about were some of her friends or something.

“If you didn’t slave me, I would’ve been ready by now you fucking bitch!” I rolled my eyes, not like she could even see me.

“Whatever, hurry up,” Aliyah yelled. I took in a deep breath to suppress the insults I was about to spew.

I took a quick shower and ran out of the bathroom like I was being pursued. I didn’t want to keep anyone waiting.

Aliyah was applying a bright red lipstick when I came out. No full face makeup, just red lipstick.

She had gotten dressed in the red lingerie she got for the occasion. This wild child! What was she planning?

“You know that’s yours right?” Aliyah pointed at a red Fenty shopping bag laying carelessly on the bed we shared.

“I know,” I licked my lips.

“When did you even get the time to go buy these?” I asked her.

“Uhm, I didn’t go by them, I just ordered them. We were too busy today, remember?” Aliyah smiled. She was lying to me.

“We weren’t busy. I was busy, Harry and I were busy! We went to get your fucking dress,” I corrected her.

“Same difference. I don’t know why you want to be Sherlock because of pretty lingeries, especially when you’re late!” Aliyah said. I shook my head and dried my body so I could get ready. Something was going on, and that’s why she was trying to hide the details of the party from me. Could it be the nude club we met that she booked? I highly doubted it, but with how secretive she was acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what it was.

I took out my lingerie. It was a purple lace lingerie; the material felt so good that I couldn’t wait to put it on just to feel the material on my skin. I don’t know why, but my mind went straight to Antonio, if he saw me in this, no matter how much I loved the lacy material, he’d tear it off me on a second. I laughed at the thought.

“You’re nasty,” Aliyah said.

“I didn’t even do or say nothing!” I defended myself.

“What were you thinking about then? Do you know how easy it is to read you?” She asked. Okay so maybe I was thinking about something nasty, but it’s not like it was a crime.

“I hate you,” I laughed.

I admired the material for a few more seconds before putting on. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, even I was awed. I would fuck me if I saw myself dancing in a club.

The material looked great on my skin. Everything felt great. Hell, I felt great.

“Sewa!! They’re here! Let’s go,” Aliyah yelled, dragging me along with her. Thankfully, I had everything I wanted to take with me in my hands, like my purse and phone, along with the robe that came with the lingerie.

When Aliyah and I got to the living room, there was no one there except us.

“I swear I thought I heard a car drive in,” Aliyah quickly said. I rolled my eyes and let her drag me outside with her.

In all truth, there was a black SUV that wasn’t mine or Aliyah’s in the driveway.

“So they didn’t show up but sent a car? Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? This isn’t my bachelorette party, it’s yours, so why do I feel like you’re trying to surprise me?” I finally asked her.

“It’s not a surprise, I’m serious. I just want to know what you’re expecting this party to be like,” she smiled.

“That doesn’t make any sense, and you’re a very bad liar,” I rolled my eyes.

“You love me though,” Aliyah pressed her lips on my cheeks and pulled me to the car. We put on our robes and got into the car.

I couldn't help but feel something was off; there was something going on and Aliyah didn’t want me in on it.

“Let’s get wasted tonight!” Aliyah yelled, holding a bottle of wine that I didn’t notice before.

“Yesssss,” I cried and took the bottle from Aliyah, downing the content of the bottle. By the time Aliyah and I got to our destination, we were already tipsy.

“Shame on you for saying you’ll stay sober,” Aliyah mocked me.

“Shut up, you did this,” I laughed.

“Let’s go!!” Aliyah dragged me with her out of the car.

Our destination was not a club as I had imagined, it was a huge house with loud music seeping through every part of it. The house had a club feel though because bright colored LED lights lit up the whole place. There were people I didn’t know, and some I knew that Aliyah didn’t know; there were even hired strippers dancing and romancing everything in the house.

“Your friends are- they really know how to party,” I nudged Aliyah as we just stood at the entrance of the house, admiring everything that was going on.

“Especially this one person; expert. I can’t wait till you meet them,” Aliyah smiled and we strutted to the kitchen to get drinks.

Some people recognized Aliyah and came over to say hi or congratulations. I just wanted to drink and have fun so I left Aliyah and went to find a place to rest.

Seeing how Aliyah was, made me happy. She had always been the happier and fun one between us, but seeing her let loose like that made me want to let loose too.

“Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come with me,” Aliyah found me after five minutes.

“Where are we going?” I asked her.

“Upstairs, there’s a private party there,” she smiled. I nodded and let her drag me with her.

This “upstairs” in question, was empty, I mean void of any soul. I started to doubt that there was any private party going on.

After walking to the end of the hallway, Aliyah stopped at the last room to the right and took in a light breath and opened the door, without knocking. What did I know? I just followed after her without question.

The room was dark, save a red LED light shining from a corner, that illuminated the room a little.

“Y’all surely took your precious time,” A very familiar voice said. It sounded like the person was smirking? Because the words had a smug sound to them.

“Harry?” Aliyah called out in surprise.

Uhm? What?

“They did, didn’t they?” Wait, that voice-

“Antonio?” I’m sure the surprise on my face matched Aliyah’s.

“What’s going on? I thought-” Aliyah started.

I kept my eyes on the direction I had heard Antonio’s voice come from.

“Come here baby,” Antonio called me. I was still surprised but everything just felt funny to me, so I laughed as I made my way to Antonio.

Antonio put me on his laps, holding unto my waist.

“Surprise baby,” Harry laughed at Aliyah.

“I swear I’m going to fucking kill Phil, I swear,” Aliyah laughed.

“Antonio planned the whole thing with Phil,” Harry snitched immediately.

“Look at you doing something for someone,” I smiled at Antonio.

“I’m going to believe that’s a compliment,” Antonio’s husky whisper resonated through my veins.

“You look and smell nice baby,” Antonio sniffed me.

“Stop it, you’re tickling me,” I laughed.

“I believe we’re going to enjoy ourselves, but for now, let’s get to drinking,” Aliyah winked at me.

For some reason, I felt like this was more than just the four of us drinking. There was something more.

Aliyah walked around with a bottle of whiskey, handing us glasses as she poured the drink in. I didn’t want to get drunk, I had duties, duties for Aliyah, her wedding was in one day now; I didn’t want to risk anything.

“I’m hurt,” Antonio whispered into my ear. I turned my neck to look at him.

“Where? Why? What’s wrong?” I asked. Antonio smirked in response.

“You’re not here. Who are you thinking about?” He asked me. I laughed and stopped when I realized that Antonio and I were together, which meant Diego was-

“Where’s Diego?” I asked him. I was in a huge mother mood now. Antonio was supposed to stay with Diego, and he was here with me.

“He’s safe don’t worry,” Antonio dismissed and downed his drink.

“Safe with who?” I asked him.

“Harry has this cousin,” Antonio smiled. He brought his face close to mine and placed kisses on my face.

“Hey! That’s not how we start off,” Aliyah yelled, walking to us.

Aliyah pulled me away from Antonio so we were standing, giving the men a show.

“We’re going to do this for the last time,” Aliyah hugged me. I just fucking knew it!!!

I smiled and we took off our robes, revealing our banging bodies.

I could hear Antonio suck in a breath as he kept his eyes on me.

“Let’s give the boys a show,” Aliyah smirked; I nodded.

I grabbed Aaliyah by her neck, pulling her to me; she smirked and placed her lips on mine.

I traced my fingers through Aaliyah’s back in slow motion, making the kiss more sensual.

Antonio got up immediately and walked to us, pulling away from Aaliyah and taking her spot.

Aaliyah smirked and went over to Harry, who was calmly sitting on the bed. Wasn’t he interested in joining us? Did he feel weird?

“I need you here,” Antonio whispered in between kisses, breaking me out of my thoughts. I smirked and ran my fingers through Antonio’s chest.

I started off by taking off Antonio’s buttons, while hoping to Heaven that he doesn’t tear my lingerie.

Soon, Aliyah and Harry were standing beside us. I felt a little weird about the whole thing because Harry never looked like the type to want to have sex like this, but I couldn’t particularly say anything.

While kissing my man, Aliyah tapped me and pointed at Harry. Antonio held my waist tighter, he didn’t want me to leave him. I smiled, gave him a peck on his lips and moved over to Harry.

“You good?” I asked Harry; he nodded and held my waist. I placed my lips on his, pressing myself against his hard on. Even through Harry’s trousers, I could tell that he was big, no wonder Aaliyah stayed.

Harry guided me to the bed so he was on top of me as we kissed, it was slow and sensual.

I liked that no one was saying anything, we were just doing what we were doing, no words.

It was my first foursome, and we hadn’t gone far, but it promised me a memorable night.