20. Drix
DRIX
“Damn, baby.” I whistled as Myome came down the stairs.
She wore a white halter top that damn near wasn’t a top at all. It covered the outside of her breasts and her nipples but the center was nonexistent and the strap around her neck holding it up looked thinner than a damn shoelace. She’d paired it with a black leather skirt and heels.
Fuck. She looked good.
My eyes trailed up and down her fine ass and I offered her a hand to help her down the last few steps.
“So, what do you think?” She took a step back and did a little spin.
“I think you look beautiful.” I grabbed her waist and yanked her into me. “Come on, Yo. Let me just eat it real quick.”
She cut her eyes at me briefly before laughing loudly.
“We do not have time for that.” She whacked me lightly on the chest.
“When you look like that, we can make time.”
“Berlin, no.” She giggled. “I can’t be late for my album release party.”
“Alright. You’re right. Come on.” I held my hand out for her to link our fingers together and reached back to make sure I had my gun on me before we walked out.
I’d gotten us a driver for the night because it was a big night for Myome and I wasn’t sure if she planned on getting fucked up or not.
I brushed the driver’s hand from the door, opening it for her myself, and made sure she was comfortably inside before making my way around the car. As soon as we were in motion, Myome’s hand went to my chest and she leaned into me.
She spoke against my mouth. “You look good yourself, you know.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
I kissed her one quick time then set my hand on her knee.
“You nervous?”
“A little bit,” she admitted.
“Don’t be. If anybody boos one of the songs, I’ll air the whole building out.”
She snickered. I didn't. I wasn’t joking.
“Do you think people are going to show up? Like important people?”
“Yeah, I do.” I nodded. “It’s going to be a good time, I promise.”
She nodded and shook her hands out.
“I should have taken a shot before we left.”
“You’re good.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little case I kept on me with two prerolls in it. “You want this?”
“Can I?”
“Yeah, baby. I got you.” I lit the joint, took a quick hit, and rolled the window down to blow the smoke out before handing it to her.
Myome lowered her window and I met eyes with the driver who was looking at us in his rearview mirror. I cut my eyes at him and he looked back at the road.
Myome smoked throughout the car ride while I traced little circles on her bare leg.
When we got to the spot, it was already jumping.
I collected the roach from her and tucked it into my pocket then quickly hopped out and walked around the car to open her door and help her out.
She pulled her skirt down as soon as she was out and a few flashes went off while we headed to the entrance.
When we got inside, Radiant Reverie’s album release party was in full effect.
Music was blasting and a ton of well-known music artists, producers, and writers were in attendance as well as a few celebrities, actors, and social media influencers.
Myome looked happy when she surveyed the room and I was thankful shit had worked out.
Rome and I made a few calls to a few of our associates in the industry, letting them know it was a good look to show up, just in case they were thinking about skipping it.
My head jerked in Myome’s direction when she yanked her arm from mine and headed toward the bar.
I followed right behind her and we were within arm’s reach before I realized her mission wasn’t to get to the bar, it was to get to Niecy’s ass at the bar.
This bitch was bold in a way that had to be associated with a personality disorder because there was no way someone with a properly working brain would think that showing up at Myome’s album release party would be a good look after posting that picture of us in the studio and insinuating we’d slept together.
Trapp had to have gotten her in and I made a note to make sure Allison knew not to invite him to anything else dealing with Radiant Reverie in the future.
“We need to talk,” Myome said as soon as she was close enough to be heard.
“About?”
“Niecy.” Myome forced a laugh. “Bring your ass to this fucking bathroom before I slap you over the bar,” she warned.
Niecy sucked her teeth. “Girl, you are not going to hit me.”
“Do you want to take bets on that?” Myome asked.
Niecy rolled her eyes and pushed away from the bar.
“Come on then. Let’s talk.”
“Good.” Myome nudged her head toward the little hallway beside the bar.
I followed them.
“Look, Myome, I don’t have anything against you, okay? That little social media shit is just that. No one is trying to fuck your husband. Trust me. I’ve had better.” She pushed the door to the women’s bathroom open and me and Myome followed her. “I actually think—”
Her sentence died in her throat when Myome punched her head back as soon as the door closed behind us.
I didn’t even really get to process what the fuck was going on before Myome started beating Niecy the fuck up.
She grabbed her by the head and yanked her down to knee her in the face then jerked her into a side headlock and started just punching her ass in the face while she talked shit the whole time.
“Are you out of your fucking mind trying to fuck my husband, bitch? And showing up to my album release party?” Myome kept hitting her. “That social media shit will get you fucked up in real life!”
I whistled while I let Myome get her anger off.
When the door opened behind us, I saw Trapp coming to check on his sister and swung on his ass too since he’d thought it was cool to bring her.
We fought briefly before I got in the hit that had him grabbing the door to the bathroom stall to stay upright.
I drew my attention back to Niecy’s stupid ass flailing and unsuccessfully trying to hit my wife back.
I let Myome get a few more good hits in before I decided that was good enough and walked over to grab her. I had to pry her hand from Niecy’s neck, and even then, she gripped a handful of her hair and tried to kick the shit out of her.
She got lucky when Myome slipped a little because of her heels and was forced to let her hair go. I held Myome by the waist while she regained her footing.
Niecy was off balance and touching her bloody nose while she gathered herself and Trapp was trying to stand upright without assistance.
“The next time you touch my husband or try to claim you’re fucking him on Skroll, bitch, just know an ass whooping is coming behind that shit.” Myome yanked her skirt down then turned to aggressively fix her hair. “Stupid bitch,” she mumbled.
Niecy dragged herself to the opposite mirror and surveyed her face. She had a good knot coming in that I just knew had to be from the rock I’d put on Myome’s finger.
Myome leaned forward to check her makeup in the mirror then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.
“Yo’ ass a lil crazy, Twin.” I chuckled as I tucked my gun back into my pants.
“She’s lucky I didn’t drag her to the toilet and dunk her head in,” Myome snapped.
“A’ight then. Beat these hoes up about your husband then, Mrs. King.”
She looked back at me, a smile crossing her face. “You like that toxic shit,” she accused.
“I like knowing you love me enough to knock a bitch frontal loose.” I leaned in and kissed her. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply.
“You sure we don’t have time for me to taste it?” I mumbled.
She looked back at the club floor which was still filling up then back at me. “We may have time.”
“Come on.” I nudged my head in the direction we’d come from and we headed to the newly-vacated bathroom.
Ten minutes later I had Myome’s juices coating my face while I knelt in the bathroom and licked her through her second orgasm and Charm blew her phone up.
I tossed gum into my mouth and kept it pushing, making a note not to hit anybody’s blunt throughout the night.
The last thing I needed was one of these niggas getting an accidental taste of this good shit.
I loved Dashawn and Alan but I wasn’t against punching them in their mouths behind my wife. Their jaws weren't made of glass.
When we got to the section, Rome, Charm, Dashawn, Hazel, Chandler, Lee, and Alan were already up there, Alan and Rome both had random women with them. I acknowledged the men, Chandler, Charm, and Hazel.
“Y’all haven’t met, huh?” I looked from Hazel to Myome. “This is Dashawn’s wife, Hazel. Hazel, this is my wife, Myome.”
“Nice to meet you.” Myome and Hazel shook hands and I collapsed on the couch.
“Damn. So you don’t see us?” the chickenhead next to Alan asked.
“Alan, control your guest before I start calling women bitches and hoes tonight,” I stated plainly, my eyes trained on Myome while she surveyed the different unopened bottles already ordered.
When she was happy with one, she plucked it up and walked it over to me to crack it open and pour it for her.
“Charm too,” she said.
“A’ight.” I grabbed a second cup for my best friend-in-law and filled her shit too.
“Thank you.” Charm reached over for the glass and Myome sat beside me.
They immediately began talking to each other, giggling about how excited they were with the turnout and which song they were the most excited to preview.
“Y’all want one of these?” Alan leaned forward and shook a small bottle in his hand.
“Fuck no. The last time I took something from you I woke up married, bitch.” I snickered and Myome looked back at me.
“Sounds like it was a blessing,” she teased.
“It was.” I kissed her shoulder then her cheek. “But once you hit the top the only place you can go is down and I’m not about to risk it.”
“Good pivot,” she acknowledged.
“Thank you.”
“Well, I didn’t wake up married so I’ll take one.” Charm held her hand out and Alan slipped her and the other women pills with Dashawn and Rome both declining.