Chapter 9

“Party like a rock, party like a rockstar!”

Kamylle was in the bathroom of her hotel room putting on make-up and singing along with her mp3 player. They’d just hit the two week mark of the tour without any major glitches and were gonna celebrate with a night out on the town of Glasgow. A few of Justin’s dancers knew about this one club and everyone was gonna go.

“Totally dude!”

“Damn, you really are rockin’ out in here!” Kamylle almost jumped out of her skin when she Drake’s voice.

“You scared the shit out of me!” she exclaimed, almost dropping her mascara wand.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, walking up behind her. She couldn’t help but smile when she felt his arms wrap around her and continued to finish putting on her make-up.

“You know you really don’t need to wear that, right?” Kamylle stared at their reflection in the mirror, his head was on her shoulder and he was placing feather-light kisses on her neck every now and then.

“Aww, thanks baby,” she responded, “How do you always know what to say?” Drake shrugged and gave her one more kiss on her neck before standing up and walking into the bedroom area of the room. He picked up the paperback that was on her bed and glanced at the cover. That girl was always reading, but that was something he liked about her. She wasn’t one of those ditzy airheads. She was educated and well rounded. She knew what she wanted in life and wasn’t afraid to go after it.

“Ay bay bay!” he yelled towards the bathroom. Kamylle laughed at his attempt at the song and to get her attention.

“Yes sweetheart,” she replied, still laughing.

“What’s the name of this club again?”

“Michelle said that it’s called ‘Studio’.”

“You sure you don’t wanna just hang out here? I mean, we have two rooms to choose from and an entire night for ourselves.”

“Drake, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think that you have to go just because I am.”

“Naw, I was just checking to make sure that you were going because you wanted to. Because if not I’m always up for…” Kamylle cut him off with a kiss firmly on the lips. His hands automatically went to the small of her back, and where he usually felt cloth there was skin. Drake smiled against her lips and slowly pulled away from the kiss.

“I’m lovin’ this dress,” he said in a husky tone. Kamylle placed a palm on his chest and started to step away from him in a seductive way.

“Well thank you. It’s one of my ‘freak ‘em dresses’.”

“Like the song?” Drake asked, giving her a once over. He was definitely loving the low-cut (in both front and back) number she had on.

“Yes; just like the song,” Kamylle said before Drake pulled her in for another quick passionate kiss. She almost changed her mind about going to the club, and just spending the night curled up in his arms doing exactly what they were doing just then, but decided that she looked too good to stay in. This time she was one to pull away from the kiss and she walked over to put on her heels. She grabbed her black clutch and put on her earrings before she and Drake headed out to the elevators.

~*~

Sweet Jesus.

Justin knew he wasn’t supposed to take the Lord’s name in vain, but had to make an exception in this case because he was staring at an angel. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Kamylle and the baby blue dress she had on…and apparently he wasn’t the only one.

“Damn Kammie, if I didn’t have a girlfriend…”

“Hush Kenny!” Kamylle replied, blushing.

“That dress is badazz girl!” Michelle complimented.

“Thank you. Where did you get your top from?”

“Victoria’s Secret,” Michelle replied with a grin. The two women continued to chat about their outfits, but they could’ve been speaking the language of those adults in those Peanuts movies. He didn’t think anyone had noticed him staring until Trace nudged him and told him to “pick up his jaw off the ground”. Justin quickly did what his friend instructed and checked to see if Drake had noticed, but he was too busy focusing on Kamylle to pay attention to Justin. The elevators finally arrived and everyone climbed in, Kamylle being squished between Justin and Drake. Possessively, Drake placed a hand on the small of her back and it didn’t go unnoticed by Justin. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “You do look very nice tonight.”

“Thank you, Justin,” she replied with a genuine smile on her face, “You look very fetching yourself,” she replied, using some European slang. And he did. He was the only person she knew who could pull off a cardigan vest, button down top, and tie at a nightclub and make it look damn good in the process. When they reached the basement they split up into 3 different vehicles and were on their way to the club.

~*~

I’m in the club hollarin’ a bay-bay, a bay-bay! A bay-bay! A bay-bay!

Kamylle couldn’t help but sing along while they made their way up to the VIP section of the club. She looked around at the bottles of alcohol waiting for them in the exclusive area and wondered how she’d manage to party any other way all these years.

“Would you like some?” Drake asked while pouring himself a shot of Patron tequila.

“Yes please. I need something to get this night started off right.” She quickly downed the shot and had him refill it before placing her shot glass down on the table. She let out a soft ‘whoo’ and felt someone tugging on her wrist.

“Lets go dance!” Michelle exclaimed, pulling her towards the stairs that led down to the dancefloor. Kamylle gave a slight wave before following her friend. Drake smiled and poured himself another shot before placing the bottle down on the table and sitting down by Justin and Trace.

“Damn, if I wasn’t dating Joanna I’d be all on Kamylle. That girl is fine as hell, and workin’ that dress!” Trace exclaimed before taking a sip of his drink. Justin made a ‘hmph’ sound before swallowing a mouthful of the amber colored liquid in his glass.

“What’s going on between the two of you anyway? Ya’ll are looking quite cozy these days,” Trace asked Drake. His best friend may not have the balls to do it, but Trace didn’t give a damn and wasn’t ashamed to ask the question burning on just about everyone’s minds. Drake hesitated for a minute, not sure how to answer the question. He was a new artist at Jive and wasn’t sure how serious they took the whole ‘no relationships between employee and employer’.

“Nothing, we’re just friends.” Which wasn’t a lie, they were just friends…friends with benefits that is. But what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

“So there’s no hot forbidden romance going on between ya’ll?” Trace asked Drake. Before he could answer he was pulled up by Denosh, one of Justin’s back-up singers.

“I love this song! Let’s dance!” she said, holding onto his wrist while she led him down the stairs to the dancefloor. He couldn’t help but to stare at her butt as she walked in front of him. J.Lo had nothing on her and she wasn’t afraid to show it. Drake didn’t even notice what song was playing until they were out on the floor and she was sliding her body up and down his.

Girl, I want to be alone with you

Just to see what you can do

Ow, you’re dancin’ all over me

Baby, this is like some kind of fantasy

He smiled as he recognized the R. Kelly song and placed his hands on her hips as she continued to use him like he was a pole. His drinks had finally kicked in and he was feeling a good buzz, and the fact that this woman was grinding the hell out of him didn’t hurt.

Now would you wind for me?

Slow wind for me

Would you wind for me?

Slow wind for me

“You know I’ve had my eye on you since you joined this tour,” she whispered seductively in his ear as she continued to roll her body against his in a seductive manner.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what it is, but I can’t seem to get you off my mind.”

“Oh yeah?” Drake asked, looking into her chocolate brown eyes. He let his hands travel further south and cupped her apple bottom butt. She smiled and nudged his legs apart with hers and slid one of her legs between his. She did this move in which it felt like there was a ripple through her entire body and Drake could feel his groin stir.

I swear if this girl doesn’t stop soon…

His eyes immediately closed and he didn’t see the look of disgust coming from Kamylle. She’d seen the entire show he’d been putting on with Denosh from the VIP section. She and Michelle came back up for more drinks and she was utterly disgusted by the scene that was unraveling in front of her very own eyes. She couldn’t believe that he did that…with her! Yeah, they didn’t have a title for themselves, but so what! He should have had the common courtesy to not basically have sex on the dancefloor with clothes on with another woman. Kamylle was pissed. She was beyond pissed, she was livid. She was so mad that she didn’t even remember the song ending and Drake coming back up the stairs and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Don’t touch me,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Whoa; what’s your problem?” he asked, Kamylle could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“What the hell were you doing?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Down there! Did you at least use a condom? You never know about people nowadays,” she said sarcastically.

“Ok, you need to calm down. All we did was dance…and even if there was more I don’t have to explain anything to you because we’re not together.”

“We’re not?” Kamylle asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“That’s what you said. You said that you didn’t wanna be with me. That we were just friends, just ‘Drake and Kamylle’.” She couldn’t believe that he’d actually said that. That he’d actually twisted her own words and used them against her.

“So that means that I can dance, talk to, or even screw anyone I want too!” the alcohol was speaking for him now.

“Oh really?!”

“Yeah, do you have a problem with that?” he asked.

“Nope, not at all; because two can play that game,” she said before turning her back to him and walking off. She got about five steps away before pausing and turning around to say, “And you know what? Whatever was going on between us is now over.”

“Whatever,” Drake replied, shrugging his shoulders and fixing himself another shot of tequila. Kamylle walked over to Justin and tapped him on the shoulder.

“We’re dancing,” she said plainly, and grabbed his hand.

“Ok,” he replied, kinda dumbstruck as she led him down to the dancefloor.

Fantasy

It could be?

Couldn’t we?

(Might just get it hotter than the)

Wildest thing?

(You have)

Ever dream boy…

Kamylle led Justin to the center of the dancefloor and placed her back against his front and reached back and wrapped her arms around his neck. She grinded her hips into his and felt him place his hands on her waist.

Just looking at you shorty lights a flame inside

I’m wondering if you could come and help put out the fire

That you create in me baby

Tell me what you like

Cause I can be your all, boy

I can be your love toy

She rolled her backside against his crotch and dropped it like it was hot before slowly bringing her body back up to his. She heard Justin take in a quick breath and continued to rock her body against his.

If you ain’t busy baby I’m all yours tonight

Let imagination take us for the feel tonight

Would you rather have a drink?

We could bring something to life

That no one’s ever seen yeah

Can I show you what it’s like behind your fantasy?

It could be?

Couldn’t we?

(Might just get it hotter than the)

Wildest thing?

(You have)

Ever dream boy…

Kamylle turned around so that she was facing him, their bodies still moving as one, and she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or just the chemistry flowing between them now but she had the urge to kiss him…and she did.

Songs: Slow wind – R. Kelly, Fantasy – Timbaland featuring Money