You’re the chaos to her control.

Always half-dressed, dancing around, stirring up shit just to see her react.

And she does—every damn time.

She pretends she’s annoyed, swears she’s gonna lose her mind, but she never looks away.

The more her friends are around, the more dangerous the tension gets—because you test her, and she’s not the type to let you get away with it, not even in front of a crowd.

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Her crew is spread out in the living room—cigarette smoke in the air, music low, bottles on the table.

She’s kicked back in her spot, hat low, boots on the table.

And then you come out of your room.

Tank top. Bare legs. Phone in your hand, recording yourself like you don’t give a fuck.

A low whistle from one of her guys cuts through the noise. “Damn—”

Before he can finish, she’s up. “Shut the fuck up.”

Her tone is sharp enough to cut glass, but her eyes are locked on you.

You just smirk, leaning on the wall, pretending not to notice the way the room has gone quiet.

“Don’t start,” she warns.

You tilt your head, teasing, “What? Can’t handle it?”

Something snaps.

She crosses the room, grabs your wrist, yanks you off the wall, and spins you to face her.

“Keep pushin’ me, see what happens.”

You laugh, trying to tug free, but her hand slides down, fingers gripping your thigh hard enough to make you freeze. “Thought I told you—don’t fuckin’ play like that around my people.”

Her voice drops, low and filthy, right against your ear:

“You think it’s cute walkin’ out here like that? No shorts. No shame. You want me to embarrass you right here? ‘Cause I will.”

Her crew is pretending not to watch, trying to keep their eyes on the table, but the tension is thick.

Her voice drops to a filthy whisper: “You want me to tell them how you sound when you’re underneath me? You want me to show ‘em what happens when you don’t listen?”

Your breath catches; her crew pretends to keep playing cards but no one’s really looking away.

She drags her thumb along the waistband of your shorts. “Pull ‘em up another inch and I’ll show ‘em right now. Don’t think I won’t.”

You whisper back, “Okay…” without thinking.

She smirks, pulls you off the wall, gives you a hard swat that echoes in the room. “Good. Now take your ass back to your room before I really embarrass you.”