First a crowded dance floor and now she wanted to fuck in a public restroom. This raunchy bitch! Obviously, Arabia was accustomed to dumb niggas indulging her twisted desires, and Cruze resented being ordered to perform like a goddamn circus act. But he’d promised Bret he’d fix the situation and so he languidly rose from the chair. Eyes narrowed, he moved toward the restroom. If Arabia wanted to treat him like some kind of disposable sex toy, then he had something for that ass. His spirit ominous and heavy, he wasn’t surprised that his dick responded to his mood by growing more rigid with every step. When he entered the bathroom, Arabia was gazing in the mirror, no doubt enjoying her impeccable image. In her reflection, he saw her expression change from smug self-assurance to a look of panic when she noticed his clenched jaw and felt the danger of his dark mood. Before she could utter a word, Cruze snatched her by the wrist, trapping it inside his powerful grip.
