One Shot: Remorseful Temptations

Littered with locals and tourists alike, it was a busy Friday in Anguilla. Accompanied by a light breeze, the sun was out and shining. Drake, Chubbs and CJ, dressed casually for the weather, were spending their afternoon… spectating. Appropriately enough, a few women leaving a nail salon caught their eye.

“Aye, yo?” Chubbs spoke out. “Y’all peep that?”

“Peep what?” Drake, turning to him, asked.

“He’s pointin’ out shorties across the street.” CJ, also captivated by the women, answered.

Squinting, Drake looked over. He spotted a beauty in a yellow sundress; her back exposed and her hair pinned up. Lollipop in hand, shopping bag in another, she glanced across the street where the gentlemen stood. Drake watched as she sampled her candy. He then noticed her giving him a subtle wink before looking away.

“Daaayuum!” The three men echoed in sync.

“She winked at me.” Drake added, licking his lips. “Staring will get us nowhere fellas.”

“Amen.” CJ cosigned.

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“Damn it, I messed up a nail already.” The beauty in the yellow sundress pouted, stopping to inspect her fresh manicure. Her girlfriends, Candi and Lauren, turned around to have a look.

Candi spotted a trio coming toward them. “Girl, no time to complain. I think we have company.”

As she looked up, Drake and his boys approached them. “Oh, hi… can we help you?”

“Yes, actually.” Drake answered. “I saw you from across the street and uh… you gave me a wink. So I thought I’d —“

“Excuse me?” She interrupted him. “A what?”

“A wink? You winked at me.”

She gazed at him cluelessly. “Oh, wait… I’m sorry. No, I wasn’t winking at you. It’s these new eyelashes. My first time getting them and already they’re trouble.”

“Oh…”

“Well, this isn’t awkward.” Chubbs murmured.

“I didn’t mean to give you the wrong impression.” She giggled. “I do apologize.”

“Your laugh… it’s cute.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

“Oh!” He quickly held out his hand. “I’m Drake by the way.”

She politely shook his hand.

“And these are my boys, Chubbs and CJ.”

The two men nodded their greetings.

“Can I get your name?”

“Call me Nic.”

“Nic…” Drake grinned. “Is that short for something? Nicole perhaps?”

“Onika. But everybody calls me Nic. Or Nicki.”

“Onika, eh? That’s beautiful. It fits you.”

“You’re just full of compliments aren’t you, Drake?” She asked rhetorically.

“Haha, I can go on forever.”

“Good to know… well, we gotta go. Nice meeting you, Drake. Fellas.” Nicki smiled and turned around.

“Wait,” Drake stopped her.

Facing him, she answered. “Yes?”

“Well, it was nice meeting you too, but uh… are you ladies doing anything tonight? I’m hosting a party at this club later. I’d love it if you all showed up.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m not really a partygoer.” She shook her head.

“Aw, man. Well, that’s too bad… but if you change your mind,” Drake reached for the iPhone in her right hand. “Hit me up.”

After adding himself as a contact, he returned her cell and gave her a wink.

Awe stricken, Nicki watched as he and his crew walked away. “Did he just…”

“Gwoooorrrll!!” Candi began.

“Ch- You better call him. We’re going out tonight.” Lauren told her.

Grinning, Nicki placed her lolli back in her mouth as she watched the three men round the corner.

Six Hours Later…

“How do I look?”

“I’d do you.” Lauren admitted.

Candi laughed. Nicki scoffed.

“Well, thanks… but I’m not tryin’ to get laid tonight, Lauren. I just wanna look… nice. Not too much, ya know?”

“You think you’ll see this guy after tonight?” Candi asked while applying her lip gloss.

“Candice, we’re on vacation. I doubt I’ll even remember his name.”

Lauren cut in. “Which is exactly why you should get laid. By him. Tonight. You’re never even gonna see him again. Live a little.”

Nicki rolled her eyes as she fastened her earrings. “Look, I’m not tryin’ to have relations with this guy, alright? I’m just goin’ to this party to be nice. Nothing more.”

“Being nice? In that dress? Lord.” Lauren got up from the bed and headed over to her suitcase.

“Are we ready?” Nicki asked, reaching for her purse on the dresser.

“Hold up,” Lauren walked over to her. “Be generous.” She placed two Lifestyles in Nicki’s purse.

“I can’t with you…”

“Thank me later.”

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“Y’all havin’ a good time tonight?!”

The club roared with positive replies.

“A’ight, a’ight. This next one’s for the ladies!”

Popcaan’s “Ravin” dropped and the club roared once more. Drake looked out over the crowd before removing his headphones and placing them on his MacBook. From the corner of his eye, he noticed some familiar faces entering the DJ booth. He smiled immediately.

“My God, you look amazing! Can I say that shit?!”

Nicki laughed. “Oh, hush!”

“I’m glad you could make it! You look amazing!” He greeted her with a hug.

“You said that already, Drake!”

“I did?!”

“Yes!” Nicki nodded, with a smile.

“Oh, damn. I guess I’m just distracted!”

“I’m distracting?!”

Drake chuckled. “You wanna go get some drinks?! It’s quieter by the bar! I can barely hear you!”

“What?!”

“Drinks!”

“Okay!”

The two headed for the bar, leaving their friends to mingle amongst themselves.

“Quieter, right?” He asked as they took their seats on barstools.

“Much quieter.”

The bartender then approached them. “What are you guys having?”

Drake looked toward Nicki, signaling her to order first.

“Oh, um… water’s fine.”

“Water? What, are you not over twenty one?” He asked.

“Haha, of course I am. I just don’t drink much.”

“If I ordered you something, would you drink it?”

“Only if you’re having the same thing.”

“Fair enough.” He looked at the bartender. “Do you have any diced pineapples?”

He nodded.

“I’ll have two glasses of that with Ciroc. Thanks.”

The bartender returned with their drinks moments later.

Nicki stared at her glass. “Well, this looks… festive.”

“Taste it.” Drake said, sipping his own drink.

She took a sip.

“Good?”

“It gets better, right?”

“Yea.” He nodded with a grin.

“So, tell me about yourself.”

“After you. You from here?”

“No,” She answered. “from the states. I’m only here on vacation, you?”

“The states. East or west coast?”

“Raised in the east, living on the west.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Nicki asked.

“I don’t know yet. I’m living on the west coast too.”

“Nuh uh! Los Angeles?”

“Yes.”

Nicki sucked her teeth. “I don’t believe you.”

He laughed, “Alright.”

“No, seriously. Are you really from Los Angeles?”

“I’m not from there originally, but I’m living there.”

“Well where you from?” She took a sip of her drink.

“Ontario, Canada. Toronto to be exact.”

“Ohhh, so you weren’t born in the states either? Neither was I.”

“Seriously? If you tell me you’re from Toronto, I swear I’ll marry you right now.”

Nicki grinned. “I was born in Trinidad.”

“Mi inna di club weht uhn island gyal nuh?”

She burst into laughter. “Oh. My. Gooood! I cannot with how good your accent is!” She playfully pushed his shoulder.

“Hahaha! I try… I’m so glad you didn’t wink at me earlier. This is actually the best time I’ve had in a while. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” She smiled.

Drake was just finishing up his second glass when she started on hers.

“You wanna go back to the booth?” He asked her.

“Sure.”

Once they reached the booth, Drake put his headphones on halfway and began to spin a couple records.

“I hope y’all don’t mind!” He spoke into the mic. “I’m takin’ it back for y’all one time! Enjoy!”

“Tempted to Touch” began to echo through the speakers. Standing a few feet away from Drake, Nicki subtly began to whine her hips as she looked out over the crowd. Unbeknownst to her, he noticed. He smiled to himself and continued to watch.

Nicki was now working her hips to the rhythm with perfection. She soon got the feeling she was being watched. She looked over at Drake and he smiled. She then looked away from him and continued dancing. Licking his lips, Drake removed his headphones and approached her from behind without warning. Startled by the feel of his hands on her hips, she immediately looked over her shoulder.

“Don’t let me stop you.” He pulled her a little closer.

Nicki slowly began rolling her body against him. Together, they grinded to the beat as if they were alone. Soon, sweat started to form on her open chest. She lifted her hand to fan herself when Drake politely took hold of it, placing it on the nape of his neck.

“Hold on.” He whispered in her ear as he rested his hand on her stomach. His grind then hardened.

Nicki’s nostrils flared and she began sweating more. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips harder to keep up with him. Drake’s fingers slipped inside her dress, grazing her navel. He let his hand travel upward, slowly, stopping just a few centimeters beneath her breast. Feeling his breath linger on her neck, Nicki bit her lip. She then felt his lips contact her skin — once, then twice. Quickly, she turned to face him. Their eyes met, but neither said a word. She held onto his belt buckle as she continued to grind on him. Drake reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. He then brought her face closer to his. Nicki gripped his buckle a little tighter. With breaths heavy, they both licked their lips. Nicki could feel herself getting moist. She softened her grind, creating space between them.

“Too close?” Drake asked.

“I…” She searched for an excuse. “Bathroom. Excuse me.” Nicki backed away from him and swiftly made her way out of the booth.

Candi noticed her making a fast exit. She grabbed Lauren by the wrist and followed her path.

“Hey?! What are you doing?! I was just about to give Chubbs my number!”

Candi ignored her. The two ladies ended up near the restrooms. They spotted Nicki standing in a line. Candice went over to her.

“Onika?” She tapped her shoulder. “You okay, boo?”

Nicki turned around to see her girls standing there. “Yea, I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I don’t know. The way you left ‘ole boy back there I thought something was wrong. What happened?”

“Oh, that… nothing.”

“Nothing?” Lauren asked. “The way you two were dancin’ all up on each other and nothing happened? Yea, okay.” She took a sip of her martini.

“Did he come at you wrong, ma? Cuz I can go right back there and let him have it.”

“Candice, it’s not that serious. I’m fine, really. I just… needed some… air...” Nicki trailed off as she saw who was walking toward them.

“There you are.” He grinned.

Candi and Lauren looked behind them as Drake approached.

“You lost this.” He held up Nicki’s earring.

She felt her earlobes and one was surely missing. “Oh, wow.”

“Welp! We’d love to stay, but we don’t wanna intrude.” Lauren said, giving Nicki an animated wink. “Come on, Candice.” She then looped arms with her.

Nicki squinted at her as they walked away.

“Those lashes givin’ you trouble again?” Drake asked.

She looked at him. “Oh, no.” She giggled. “No.”

He smiled and held up her earring. “May I?”

Nicki allowed him to fasten her jewelry back on. “Thanks.”

“No problem... So did you go yet?” He asked, pointing to the bathroom.

“No.”

Drake took her by the hand. “You don’t have to wait here. Come with me.” He began to pull her from the line.

“Wait. Where are we goin’?”

“You have to go, don’t you?”

“Yea…”

“Well, alright. Just follow me.”

Drake led her to a room further past the restrooms. He opened the door and flipped the light switch on. “The bathroom is in the back.”

“What is this?” She asked, walking in.

“My dressing room. The club owner gave me access to it for the night. Ya know, since I’m hosting the party.” He shrugged, shutting the door.

“Oh? So you’re like secretly famous or something?” Nicki sat her purse on the dresser and looked into the lit mirror.

He laughed. “Nowhere near. I’m just a DJ with a lot of connections.”

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.” He watched her as she readjusted the front of her dress. “I uh… thought you had to go?”

She looked over at him. “Um… I guess it passed?”

He shook his head. “You’re a bad liar.” He chuckled, walking up behind her. “You never really had to go.”

“And what makes you say that?” She asked, taking her lip gloss out of her purse.

“Because… the line you were standing in wasn’t for the ladies room.”

Nicki stopped reapplying her lip gloss and looked at him through the mirror. “It… it wasn’t?”

Drake shook his head. “…Did I make you uncomfortable?” he asked, pulling her hair back over her shoulders.

“No.” She answered, trying not to appear nervous.

“You sure? Cuz you practically ran away from me.” He forced a dry chuckle.

“What’s with all the questions?” She asked, turning to face him.

“Oh… I’m sorry for being concerned. My mistake.”

“No,” She exhaled. “I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh. I was just—“

“It’s fine. No hard feelings.” He smiled.

Nicki smiled back. “Good, haha.”

“I love your smile by the way. It’s beautiful.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

“Your dimples are beautiful too.” He placed his hand under her chin and ran his thumb over one of them.

“Thanks. I um, I have dimples in my elbows too… and on my back.” She nonchalantly admitted.

“Your back?”

Nicki reached behind her and pulled her dress down a little. “See?” She asked, looking over her shoulder to have a look too.

Drake peered into the mirror with her and spotted them. He licked his lips and placed his hand on her lower back. “You don’t mind, do you?”

She shook her head.

He gently ran his fingertips over the dimples in her lower back. “You’re just beautiful all over, aren’t you?” He glanced at her and noticed the corners of her mouth curving into a smile.

“You’re charming.” She said, letting her dress go.

Drake hadn’t moved his hand. The fabric rose over his fingers, but he was unbothered. Nicki turned to face him and he seemed closer to her than before. He looked at her as she looked at him and he continued to feel over her lower dimples. His hand then began to dip lower. Nicki placed her hands on his chest as if to push him away, for she was beginning to get that familiar feeling again. He smirked when he passed over the string of her thong.

“What color?”

“…pink.”

“Does it match?”

“Match?”

He looked down then back at her.

She nodded her head.

He was now caressing one of her cheeks. He then slipped his hand further, between her thighs. Their eye contact didn’t break for even the slightest second. She gripped his shirt when he reached her center.

“You’re wet…”

Nicki opened her mouth to speak, but swallowed her words instead.

“Were you expecting something? From me?”

She said nothing.

With no hesitation, Drake kissed her. “Answer me.” He told her, kissing her again.

“Yes.” She breathed, kissing him back.

His tongue teased her top lip, almost begging for entrance. She allowed him access. While they massaged tongues, Drake removed his hand from her dress. He then reached for her thighs with both his hands. As his fingers traveled upward, he began to pull the lower part of her dress over her bottom.

“Take’m off.” He whispered against her lips.

Nicki reached for her thongs, edging them off her hips with her thumbs. They fell to her ankles then she shook them off.

“Turn around.” He said as he reached in his back pocket.

She did so. Leaning over with her hands on the dresser, she watched him in the mirror as he tore open a golden wrapper with his teeth. Drake unbuckled his pants, sending them to his ankles; his boxers soon followed. He stroked himself a few times then put on the Magnum.

“Bend over.” He said, reaching for her hips.

Nicki was now resting on her forearms. He hastily began entering her.

“Ah!” She immediately reached back to stop him from going any further. “Go slow.” She ordered.

Drake eased up and entered her slowly.

“Ooo…” She hissed. “That’s it… yea…”

He watched the mirror as her face started to gain expression. He saw her brow furrowing and eyes closing. He sped up a bit.

“Oh, God…”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She moaned. “Yes.”

Drake let his hand travel from her hip to her thigh. Carefully, he lifted her leg up to his waist and grinded into her.

“Ohh…”

He then reached for her other thigh, bringing that leg up to his waist too.

“Hold onto me.” He said.

She bent her knees and crossed her ankles around his back.

Drake clutched her hips and thrust deeper into her. For a moment, she had forgotten how to breathe. Moving faster now, he repeated the same action, giving her a couple more inches.

“Ohh, fuck!” She cried out, arching her back. Her moans filled the room with his every stroke. She rested her forehead on her arm and continued receiving him.

“Oh, no, sweetheart.” He extended his hand forward, ran his fingers through her hair, and grabbed a fistful. He then pulled back, forcing her head up. “Stay with me.”

He proceeded to thrust further into her until he was balls deep. She squeezed her eyes shut when a stray tear rolled down her cheek. Drake let go of her hair and patted the side of her thigh.

“Stand up.”

Nicki looked back at him.

“Stand up.” He told her as he pulled out.

She carefully placed both her feet on the ground. Drake took her by the arm and spun her around to face him. He then grasped her waist and lifted her onto the dresser. Standing in between her thighs, he grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Nicki looked down, watching him enter her for the second time. He pumped into her slowly, bringing his hand to rest just below her navel. She looked up at him and he began massaging her pearl with his thumb.

“Mmm…” Nicki arched her body, throwing her head back.

Drake brought his lips to her neck and began kissing and suckling on her smooth skin. He then quickened his thrust and massaged her a little faster.

“Ohh, yes!”

He reached for her calves and watched her lean back onto her hands. He then lifted both legs onto one shoulder. Gripping one of her ankles, he crossed an arm over both her thighs, holding them to his body as he grinded into her.

“You feel so… good.” She moaned. Sweat glistened on her chest as she reached up to massage her breast. She drew in a breath upon feeling Drake’s fingers vigorously kneading her clit. Her face and ears began to flush and she began to whimper as her temperature spiked. A barrage of colorful melodies soon escaped her. She continued to sing out while waves of euphoric ecstasy washed over her body.

As she trembled in Drake’s arms, he too began to feel a titillating sensation. “Aw, fuck…” He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the inside of her thigh, persisting to drill into her. Beads of sweat started to trickle down his face. He grunted when the feeling became greater than him. His body jolted and immediately, he released. “Damn, girl…” He said as they caught their breaths.

Nicki watched him as he pulled out. She took her legs from over his shoulder and sat upright on the dresser. Drake looked at her then pulled his jeans up from around his ankles. He kissed her cheek and headed to the bathroom. She watched him go. While sitting there, she began to think about what had just occurred. Her satisfaction quickly turned to shame.

“Holy shit.” She said to herself. “I just… no.” She shook her head, climbing down from the dresser. “No, no, no, no, no.” She instantly picked her thongs up off the floor and stuffed them in her purse. Pulling her dress down, she glanced in the mirror, hurriedly pinning up her messy hair. Nicki made a dash for the door, looking back toward the bathroom before slipping out.

When she returned to the party, she spotted Candi dancing alone by the turntables.

“Candice!” She called, walking over to her. “Candice?!”

Candi turned around when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Oh, hey, boo. Where were—“

“Candice, we have to go. Now. Where’s Lauren?”

“By the bar… What’s wrong?”

Nicki took her by the arm and headed to the bar to find Lauren. She saw her sitting with Chubbs.

“Lauren, come on. We’re leaving.”

Lauren looked at her. “What? Why? It’s not even 12 o’clock yet.”

“I don’t care! Come on!”

Lauren rolled her eyes and slid off her barstool. The girls followed Nicki out of the club, trying to keep up with her.

“Hey?! Slow down!” Candi told her, but Nicki only walked faster.

When the ladies reached the rental car, they all got in on their respective sides; Nic in the driver’s seat, Lauren in the passenger’s and Candi in the back. Nicki fumbled through her purse searching for the car’s key when Candice spoke up.

“So you’re not gonna tell us why the hell you dragged us out of that party when we were having a good time?”

“No.” Nicki inserted the key into the ignition. Before she could start the engine, Lauren snatched the key.

“What the fuck, Lauren??”

“No. What the fuck, Onika? We’re not going anywhere until you tell us what the hell your problem is.”

“Nothing. Give me the key.” She reached for it.

Lauren held it away from her. “Not until you tell us what’s… wait…” She gave her a puzzled look.

“What?” Nicki asked.

Lauren looked back at Candi. “Her hair wasn’t like that when we got here, was it?”

They both looked at Nicki.

“I got hot, alright? Now give me the key.”

“Hold up… did you… did you hook up with pretty boy?” Candi asked.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You guys were MIA for a bit.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Nicki turned toward the steering wheel.

Lauren and Candi looked at each other.

“Well… that’s good.” Lauren began. “Because Chubbs was just telling me how his boy Drake is quite the ladies man.”

Nicki side eyed her.

“I meant heartbreaker… he’s got girls lined up back home. I bet his body count is massive. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had an STD.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lauren. Drake does not have an STD.”

“Whooaa! What’s with the attitude???”  

“She fucked him. That’s what.” Candi said.

“You know what, Candice?” Nicki turned to face her. “That’s exactly what happened. We fucked, alright? Is there anything else you want me to tell you??”

“Ahhhh!” Lauren squealed. “I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

“Oh, wow.” Candi rolled her eyes.

“So… how was he?” Lauren asked.

Nicki folded her arms, turning back around in her seat. “I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Aw, what happened? Was he bad?”

“I said I don’t wanna discuss it.”

“How come? He didn’t—“

Candi cut her off. “Drop it, Lauren.” She looked toward Nicki. “Are you alright?”

She shrugged. “…I haven’t even known this guy twenty four hours and already I’ve given him the goods. What does that say about me, Candice?”

“Well for one, it’s not like this is the norm for you. So what, you slipped up. Everybody makes mistakes. Tonight just happened to be yours.”

“But why? Why now? Why this? This isn’t like me at all.”

“True.” Lauren said.

“I’m so used to turning guys down left and right. I see right through their bullshit they call game. I see through all of it. But what happened tonight? It was really hard for me to read Drake. He seemed… sincere. I can’t believe I actually let him get to me.”

“If it helps you any,” Candi began. “We don’t ever have to speak about this again?”

“Yea, we won’t even mention homeboy’s name.” Lauren added.

Nicki sighed. “Alright… yea. Let’s just forget about this entire night. It never happened.”

“Works for us.” Lauren handed Nicki the car key back.

“Thanks, girls.” She started the engine. “And if either of you ever bring this shit up again, I’m disowning yo ass.”  

They all laughed while Nicki reached in her purse to check her phone. Her smile soon faded when she saw that she had a text from Drake.

Hey… where’d you go? :-/

Nicki stared at his message, wondering if she should reply or delete.

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