9. Saniyah #2
“Bitch, calm the fuck down. You can’t be acting like that when you see famous people. This my company’s party, and you my plus one. Have some damn couth about yourself.”
“Bitch, that’s T-weezy. I’ll buss it open right here on this field for that nigga.”
I had to laugh at that one as I shook my head. I knew my best friend was crazy, so I couldn’t even be mad at her.
“Come on, let’s go to the bar and get a drink. That might calm you down,” I suggested.
We walked toward the bar, and I smiled when I saw Kadeem leaning against it.
Nazuri took a seat, and I told her that I would be right back before I walked toward Kadeem.
The look he gave me let me know that he was happy to see me.
He looked good as hell in Gucci from head to toe.
I wanted to hug him and tell him and inhale the scent that I knew smelled amazing, but I knew better.
I didn’t need the people at the office talking about some shit that they barely knew about.
“You look beautiful,” he complimented the moment I got close to him.
“Thank you. You look good too.”
My pussy instantly got wet at the sight of him. And all I could think about was his face between my legs, licking up all my juices. That was usually how it went any time I saw him or Crue. They could always get me wet just at the sight of them.
“Is Crue here yet?” I asked.
“I haven’t seen him yet, but we know he’ll be here.” Kadeem nodded over to Nazuri. “Who’s yo’ girl?”
“Oh, that’s my best friend, Nazuri. Come on. I’ll introduce you two,” I replied as we walked toward her.
“Zuri, I want you to meet Kadeem. He’s one of the owners of Blackline.”
She smiled, extending her hand for him to shake. She looked over at me, having an entire conversation with her eyes that told me just how fine she thought Kadeem was. I wished that I could tell her ass that he was mine, but I knew I had to keep it to myself.
“Crue and I got you your own private cabana that’s sectioned off over there.” He pointed. “You already got a couple bottles on ice and food inside. Follow me. I’ll take you over there.”
“Aww, shit, bitch, not a private cabana. What I gotta do to work here?” Nazuri asked as we followed Kadeem.
I just laughed as we walked over to the cabana that sat on the far side of the field.
Just as Kadeem had said, there were bottles on ice with glasses for us to use.
On a separate table, there were trays filled with ribs, chicken, and shrimp, along with every side dish you could think about having at a barbeque.
I smiled at Kadeem, thanking him, before he walked away.
Nazuri laid across the lounge chair beside me, sunglasses sitting low on her nose, while she scrolled through her phone.
I was curled up in another chair, sipping from a glass of champagne, as I watched the party.
A group of employees were dancing near the pool with some of the clients, drinks in hand.
The music was bumping, and the entire party was a vibe.
I watched as Nazuri reached into her purse and pulled out the blunt she’d brought with her, along with a lighter.
She lit her blunt just as I stood and walked over to our food table.
I’d just picked up a plate when I noticed Crue standing at the bar, talking to Kadeem.
I smiled to myself because Crue looked good as hell.
He wore a pair of Balmain jeans and a white Balmain t-shirt.
His locs that had been honey blonde on the tips were now all black and freshly twisted.
The Cuban link chain and crush faced watch he wore gleamed in the sun, the diamonds dancing so bright that I could see them from where I stood.
Placing the plate back on the table, I told Nazuri I’d be right back before walking out the cabana.
Crue turned around just as I walked up to them.
“Damn, you look good as fuck,” he complimented.
I thanked him and extended the compliment.
In reality, I couldn’t wait until this party was over because I was going to give both of them a night they wouldn’t forget.
The three of us stood there talking for a couple of minutes before a bitch that I had never seen before walked up.
She was short and dark skinned with tattoos down her arms and across her chest.
“Crue, baby, I was going to make you a plate, but I’m not sure what you want on it.”
My eyes widened the moment she started speaking. “Baby?” I yelled out before I could catch myself.
There was no way this nigga was serious.
I just knew this had to be a joke because there was no way he brought a date to a company party that he knew I would be at.
Then, she had the nerve to be walking up to my man calling him baby?
I was about to show my ass out here in front of all these people.
However, somehow, I was able to get it together.
“Saniyah, this is my…”
“I don’t give a fuck who she is, Crue. Go tell yo’ baby what you want on that plate, nigga.” I didn’t even wait for him to respond as I turned around and walked away.