Chapter 6
One Hour Before…
Club Lucid was live. I couldn’t front as if I wasn’t intrigued by the dancers and the overall vibes when we walked in.
The dancers looked tasteful, and that said a lot.
Most strip clubs I’d visited had the same old tacky women with bullet wounds and cigarette burns on their asses.
Mo said the club was elite, and he didn’t lie.
After Harvey’s cousin, Marlo, let us in without searching us, we made our way to the VIP section, where Harvey was sitting with ten baddies surrounding him. I smirked, looking at my nigga, seemingly happy and enjoying himself.
“Look at this scrub coming to my city trying to flex!” Mike yelled over the music.
Harvey looked up and smiled widely. “My niggas! What’s the deal?” He stood and hugged Mike and Mo as I stood back with my arms folded. “Fuck wrong with this nigga? You too good to show ya brother some love, my G?” he asked me with that goofy-ass smirk on his face.
“Nah ... I’on hug fake niggas,” I replied, holding back my humor.
“Come on, Si. I wanted to surprise you, nigga. We ain’t seen each other in a minute.”
“Well, I’m surprised, bitch.” We stared at each other for a second before we both laughed and hugged one another. “It’s good to see you, bro. Happy birthday, my baby.”
“Thanks, brodie. I feel like I’m getting old as shit, man. I’ll be forty next year. Can you believe that shit?”
“We both will, but we’re aging like fine wine, my guy.”
“Indeed, we are,” he agreed.
“How you been?”
“You would know if you picked up the damn phone.”
“Man, shits hella crazy in my life right now. It ain’t personal.”
He chuckled. “I heard FTS giving you the blues…”
“These niggas talk too much,” I said, looking at my brothers who were now indulging in all the ass shaking around them.
“And you don’t talk enough. I told you not to fuck with that broad.”
“You and everybody else. What’s done is done, and I’m not dwelling on it. She’s only around me because of my son.”
“I feel you... Anyway, I got some news to share wit’ y’all.” He tapped Mo and Mike on their shoulders and instructed us to have a seat. We all sat on the sofa, and he poured us all a shot of 1942.
“This better be some good news. You know I don’t drink,” I told him.
“It’s great news! Ya boy getting married,” he announced with a huge smile on his face.
“Whaaaat? Not you closing the black book!” Mike exclaimed.
“I am. Shit, it’s time. I’ve been fucking over women for over twenty-something years. It’s time out for the games now. I’m ready.”
I stared at his profile while my brothers congratulated him.
I didn’t speak for a moment. Harv was the biggest ho I knew.
The nigga was afraid of commitment, so I always assumed he’d never settle down.
Hell, just us sitting in this VIP section with all this ass surrounding us had me thinking he was on bullshit.
“Is she white?” I had to ask.
Harv laughed. “Man, you know damn well I ain’t giving up my melanin women.”
“I just had to ask to make sure you ain’t on no Get Out type shit. You and commitment ain’t the best of friends, my nigga. What shorty do to get your ass to settle down?”
Harvey smiled and shook his head. “She matches my energy. Like, I ain’t never met anyone I could just vibe with.
These broads see a nigga with a lil’ pape and lose their minds.
The most you get out of them is a conversation about what they want or need material-wise.
My baby is a boss and smart as shit. The fact that she caters to my needs is even a bigger plus. ”
“Where’d you meet her?” Mo asked.
“Here. When I came down last fall, I met her at the Lions game. That’s another reason why I’m here. This is my pre-bachelor party slash birthday party she threw for me.”
“Man, hell no. You let ya girl throw you a bachelor party? You weak as hell, Harv!” Mike blurted, laughing.
“That woman can do whatever she wants for me. Plus, I just told y’all niggas that this isn’t my official bachelor party. I’m saving that day for you niggas to plan.”
“When is the wedding?” I queried.
“July thirteenth, so you niggas got time to plan me something and get fitted for them tuxes.”
I held out my palm to him, and he accepted it. “This shit is wild, but I’m happy for you, man. Congrats. When do we get to meet her?”
“Tonight. She should be here in a minute.”
“Coo’. Toast to a good night, and my nigga getting locked down for life.”
He smiled as we all held up our glasses and downed the shot. We turned up in VIP as we got lap dances and took shots. This was a rare occasion where I got to enjoy myself, and it felt good, if only for the moment.
I grabbed my drink and stood, leaving the section. Harvey’s news and how happy he seemed had me thinking about my life. He was right. We were damn near forty and had acquired a lot. While I wasn’t opposed to finding a lady to be by my side, I wasn’t quite looking for one either.
Since the day Papi gave us our positions, I had done nothing but work and take care of my son.
It was the reason why I was so angry and uptight all the time.
Being a CEO took up the majority of my life, to the point where I didn’t do shit but work.
I really had no life outside of C it was something inwardly that gave me classy, bougie, gutta—savage.
I wanted her, and I was going to make it my mission to have her, if only for the night.
“You know what... I like you, so I’m going to let you walk away. I don’t want nor need your money, nigga. With the way I’m feeling, you better be glad I’m walking away instead of putting one in your big-ass forehead. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
She bumped me so hard that I almost snatched her ass back by her ponytail, but I let her rock. I wouldn’t do my new boo like that. Not unless I was behind her delivering this dick in her spine.
“What was that about?” Mo asked, walking up to me. I kept my eyes on Miss Mean Ass until I saw her walking up a flight of stairs.
“Where Marlo at?” I asked, eyes never leaving her until she disappeared through the door.
“Shit, if I know. Why you staring at shorty so hard?” he jested, bumping my shoulder. I rubbed my hand across my chin, contemplating whether I should follow her or wait for her to leave. I chose the former.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Si, leave that chick alone. I heard her ass was crazy.”
I frowned. “You know her?”
Mo laughed. “Cool out, nigga. I didn’t smash.”
It was no secret my brothers got around. Jalea was an example of how much they did. There was no way I would run behind my brothers ever again.
“Good.”
“Nah, but Marlo mentioned her a few times I’d been in here. She isn’t very friendly and hates niggas. Don’t get caught up with her, bro.”
“I think I can manage.” I smirked at him before heading in the direction shorty went in. Before I could make it to the top, the door swung open, and Marlo stood, blocking my path.
“What up, Si?”
“What’s good, Marlo? You seen a lil’ baddie come through here? Brown skin, ’bout yay high?” I described.
He chuckled. “I can’t let you through here, Si.”
“My nigga…” I gave him a stern look.
“She gon’ fire my ass if I let you up. I need this job.”
“She owns this spot?”
“Yeah. That’s the boss lady.”
Interesting .
“If she fires you, you could always come work at the company. We can never have too much security.” I smirked at him.
He thought about it for a second, then looked at me. “How much you paying?”
“Whatever she’s paying you, I’ll double it.” He looked off for a minute before he stepped to the side and allowed me through.
“I better start tomorrow, too, nigga.”
“I got you.” We both laughed as I headed down the short hall and came upon a door. Hearing that she, in fact, owned this place had me even more intrigued by her.
It’s the liquor. Has to be.
I knocked on the door. Her response was delayed a minute before she told me to come in.
I opened the door, walked inside, then closed and locked the door behind me.
I saw that she had nixed the blouse and was standing in a black lace bra and black leather shorts with black open-toed Giuseppe Zanotti heels.
When she noticed it was me, her frown deepened before she walked toward me.
“What the fuck are you doing up here?” she scolded me. “How did you get past my security?”
“Doesn’t matter. I don’t like the way you were speaking to me, Miss Mean Ass.” I smiled at her as I moved closer. As soon as I reached her, she pulled a gun from behind her and put it to my chin.
I smiled.
“I guess that bulge in your pants is your balls. They’re hella big.” She sneered.
“The dick is too.”
“Get the fuck out of my office. And tell whoever let you in here, they’re fucking fired.”
“Why don’t you tell ’em? You da boss, right?”
She scoffed. “You think you’re so cute, don’t you, nigga?”
I smirked and licked my lips. “Nah, but you do.” I pushed the gun away and yanked her to me. “Don’t ever pull a gun on your man again, shorty.” I could feel her breathing heavily as I ran my fingers down her torso. Her stomach sank as she pushed me back.
“Get the fuck out, weirdo.”
“I will... after I help you fix your attitude.”
“What are you?—”
Her words were cut off when she felt me slide my hand inside her shorts.
She stared at me while my eyes never left hers.
Baby didn’t fight me or shoot me like I thought she would, but instead allowed me to lift her with my free arm and place her on her desk.
When I finally found my intended target, I rotated my fingers over her clit while my other hand grabbed her little fat ass.
Instantly, I felt her wetness coating my fingers.
“Is this what you needed?” I whispered in her ear, then sucked her earlobe.
“Shut the fuck up, and make me cum.” She fumbled with my jeans. “That’s what you came to do, right? Don’t talk; just fuck me.”
I slipped two fingers inside of her as she moaned. “You don’t run shit, lil’ mama.” I snatched her from the desk, turned her around, and bent her over. “Play with that pussy while I secure us.”
“Just hurry up and shut up. You’ve got ten seconds or you’re getting the fuck out.”
I chuckled at her thinking she could get me out of here. I wasn’t leaving until she apologized for hurting my feelings and talking recklessly.
My actions were flummoxing, but there was something about this woman that made me want to be just as reckless as her mouth.
Once the protection was secured, I slipped between her folds and gave her a hard thrust. The desk moved slightly as she moaned aloud, arching her back and pushing more into me.
“Damn... ” I voiced. Her shit was wet and tight as fuck.
Fucking juice box.
“Enjoy it, nigga. This will be the first and last time you ever have this privilege.”
“Ya mouth is going to get you fucked up, shorty.”
“You’re still tal—fuck!” she screamed as I pounded into her.
“Shut the fuck up.” I fucked her for all of two minutes. When I felt her enjoying it, I pulled out. I backed away from the desk, pulling my pants back up as she turned around and frowned at me.
“Wha—You came already?” She looked disappointed as I laughed.
“Nah. You don’t get the pleasure of getting ya shit off with me. Until you talk to me nicely and apologize, you won’t be getting no more of this premium dick.”
“You know what? Fuck you! Get the hell out of my club.” She snatched her panties and shorts up as I turned and headed toward the door.
A single shot rang out, and I stilled. I looked at the bullet lodged into the wall, dangerously close to my head. Turning, I stared at her with a smile on my face while hers held a look of anger.
“You missed.”
“If you don’t get the fuck out, I won’t next time.”
I winked and chuckled, then made my way out of the door.
Her ass was fucking crazy... and so was I.
And I liked it.