Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Jaiyanna Munroe’s eyes narrowed, arms folding across her chest as she took in the scene across the club.
Club Rich was one of the newest and hottest clubs in the city of Richmond; the crowd nearing capacity in the daytime was a testament to that.
Scantily clad women pranced about the club, while men did the most to catch their attention, hoping to snag one to take home.
As Yanna sat atop one of the leather couches in VIP, she caught the eyes of several of the men looking to be chosen.
Her butterscotch skin was the perfect tone to accompany her platinum blonde hair.
The short wavy hairstyle accented her round face and high cheekbones perfectly, giving her an ‘it girl’ appearance.
Her long, oiled legs were crossed, causing the white mini dress she wore to rise.
She was trying so hard to be unbothered, to put Kas to the back of her mind, to put her one-night romp to the back of her mind, but it was difficult.
The only thing succeeding in quelling her thoughts was the shots of tequila she was consuming.
She’d barely sobered up from the night before and was well on her way to being inebriated once again.
“Damn, Yanna, the niggas in this section done had eyes on you from the moment you stepped in the building.
Yanna’s head swiveled, finally noticing the men Nisha was speaking about.
Different heights, complexions and sizes all waiting for her to give them a chance.
Smiling, Yanna downed the shot of Don Julio Nisha handed her, and stood on the couch.
Turning her back to the onlookers, she bent over and began to shake her ass to the beat of PTPOM by Mohead Mike.
Nisha hyped her up, joining in and drawing even more attention their way.
By the time the song ended and the ladies sat down, there were two men accompanying them on the couch.
They’d already ordered another round of shots, and Yanna let the one she’d deemed the finest of the two sit beside her.
It didn’t take long before they were cozied up, taking shots together and dancing to the music.
The one who sat next to Yanna had ordered bottles for their section.
“Oh shit, Yanna, fine nigga parade at 3 o’clock.”
Yanna glanced ahead to find Kas handing the bottle girl a stack of cash, undoubtedly for the bottles she was carrying.
She watched as Kas pointed in her direction, and the bottle girls made their way over.
The look on his face was stoic, she couldn’t read him.
Kalil and Quan were following closely behind him, both looking like they were silently praying the couple didn’t act a fool.
Yanna was also hoping Kas didn’t decide to show his ass.
She was way too intoxicated for his dramatics.
While she wasn’t the type to fight in clubs over a man, Kas was absolutely the type to fight for the woman he felt possessive over.
When he approached them, he leaned onto the railing of the balcony and crossed his hands over his lap.
His eyes traveled from Yanna to the man who still had his arm wrapped around her.
“Really, Jaiyanna? This what we doing now?”
“What’s what we’re doing now, Kasra?”
“All in the club hugged up on niggas… where my fucking kids at?”
“Your what?!” Yanna couldn’t help but laugh because Kas was insane.
“You heard what I said. You in here spending money on drinks and hookah, shaking yo ass for attention and letting niggas hug all up on you, but where my kids at?”
“Stop playing with me, we don’t have no damn kids… I don’t have kids with this nigga.” Yanna turned to her dancing partner and affirmed.
“Aye, bruh, that’s my bottle.” The man informed Kas as he poured shots of the Reposado for him, Kalil and Quan.
“I paid for these bottles, nigga, they mine now. Anyway, back to you, baby mumma.”
“Cut the bullshit, Kasra.”
“Wow,” Kalil drawled, tossing his head back. “You gone stand here denying my niece and nephew?”
“Kalil, I know you fucking lying. Not you feeding into his fuckery.”
“Yo, you ain’t shit, Yanna. The lady from the daycare called and told me my son had ringworm, so why you ain’t home taking care of him?”
“You doing all this for nothing. Like, you’re clowned out for real. And I know you haven’t forgotten about your little home video.”
“Nah, don’t try to turn this shit around on me.”
“This yo baby daddy?” The man asked Yanna, surreptitiously sliding back the bottle he’d just purchased.
“Hell no, he’s not!”
“Nah, we just related to the same kids. And our daughter in the house suffering from psoriasis, but she in here shaking ass.”
“I thought the son had ringworms?” Nisha asked.
“That too. She over there giving my kids bad skin, but in the club like she don’t have no responsibilities.”
Kalil and Quan were trying to contain their laughter but exploded when the man gave Yanna a look of disgust before fleeing with his liquor and the hookah. Kas joined in on the laughter, taking a seat where the man had been. He pulled a pre-rolled blunt from his pocket and sparked it.
“You play too damn much. Suppose I was actually trying to talk to that dude. Now he thinks I’m a deadbeat mom.”
“Fuck you mean if you was actually trying to talk to him?”
“I mean exactly what the hell I said. And Kalil, I should slap you for cosigning his antics.”
“If you don’t know nothing else, you should know I’mma clown with my cousin.”
“Yea, I know. You, him and Quan, a trio of clowns.”
“Wait, how the hell I get in it?”
“Because you laughing like that shit funny. Y’all always encouraging his clownish ass ways.”
“Girl, shut up and sit yo ass down.”
Kas grabbed onto Yanna’s arm and pulled her down onto his lap.
Being stubborn, Yanna slid off his lap and sat on the couch next to him.
His audacity was what pissed her off the most. As if he wasn’t just playing hot potato with her phone to keep her from finding out about his indiscretions.
By the time the clubs let out rolled around, Yanna’s irritation with Kas had heightened.
She wobbled her way out the club, attempting to make it to Nisha’s car ahead of Kas, but she should’ve known he wasn’t having that.
“Slow down. How did you get here?”
“Why?” Yanna questioned with much attitude.
“Because I asked, that’s why. How you get here?”
“I drove.”
“How yo friend get here?”
“Rode with me.”
“Shaw, where you live at?” Kas questioned Nisha.
“In the south.”
“You need a ride or something?”
“Nope. I already saw how this was about to play out, and I ordered myself an Uber… and there it is. Bye Yanna, call me in the morning!” Nisha pranced through the parking lot to her waiting ride, disappearing before Yanna could offer a rebuttal.
“Quan, you’ll drive my car to the crib for me?” Kas questioned, tossing his cousin the keys to his vehicle.
“Yea, I got you. Kalil, pull up behind me so I can ride back to the crib with you.”
“Bet,” Kalil responded to Quan before heading toward his car while Quan made his way to Kas’ Trackhawk.
“Give me yo keys and get yo drunk ass in the car.”
Instead of verbally responding to Kas’ threat, Yanna gave him the middle finger. Kas was not beat for Yanna’s antics, so he walked up on her and reached his hand into her bag. He’d done it so swiftly Yanna didn’t have a chance to react.
“You’re so fucking irritating.”
“I know.” Kas smiled at Yanna, opening her door then rounding the Jeep to hop in the driver’s seat. Pulling out of the club, he jumped on 95 South heading for his Dinwiddie home.
Kas pulled into his circular driveway and killed the engine.
Quan and Kalil did the same, both of them following their cousin’s suit.
Kas lived at the end of three houses that sat on over ten acres of land.
His mother’s house, the largest, was in the middle.
His brother, Onyx’s house was the first of the trio, and even though he was the rich superstar, he built him and his brother’s homes the same size.
Kas would always be grateful for his big brother and thanked God every day for blessing him so abundantly.
Kas and Yanna climbed from her Jeep just as Quan and Kalil climbed from Kalil’s SUV.
“What the fuck was y’all doing in there? The Jeep kept swerving and shit.” Quan questioned.
“That was her crazy ass, kept shoving me and shit, trying to make me crash.”
Yanna shoved him again, propelling him forward. “Don’t call me crazy.”
“Keep yo’ baldhead hands off my cousin, Yanna.”
“Quan, don’t call her baldhead.”
“And fuck your cousin.” Yanna retorted, heading toward Troi and Onyx’s house.
“Aye, don’t go to my brother house, Jaiyanna, bring yo ass home.” Kas requested, but Yanna simply tossed him the middle finger.
“Baby, please come home, say you’ll stayyyy…” Quan sang one of Onyx’s songs to mock Kas. “Cuzzo, let me find out you an ole’ singing ass nigga like, Nyx.”
Yanna tuned them out, entering the code to Troi and Onyx’s house that she’d finally been allowed to have. They spilled into the home, oblivious to the fact that Troi and Onyx were napping.
“So tell me where the fuck you been at, Jaiyanna.”
“Don’t come in here making all that noise, Kas, and you already know where I was. I was on a plane with Kalil. Both him and Quan can confirm that they dropped me at Janis’ house.”
“I look slow to you? I’m asking where you were when we were still on the island. When I was texting yo phone, telling you I need you. When some random ass nigga answered yo phone.”
“I was just doing what you do.” Yanna shrugged.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I was on a plane then I sat my ass in yo living room for hours.”
“Kas, please, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“Yea, but that don’t have shit to do with the fact that you was with a nigga last night.”
“Who says I was with a nigga?”
“I say you was because I’m not fucking stupid. You out here moving like a real hoe.”