Chapter 23
The opening of my club
After catching Gold with that nigga, I wasn't even mad.
I really thank Junie for giving me her location; Junie is a real one and can get anything from me.
It's crazy she thought I'd been with another bitch—I've been busy for real this month.
I'd bought two apartment complexes, a strip club, and a lounge.
I had four million on top of the three million my bitch-ass daddy left me; I was doing great.
I lay across Gold's bed wearing Tullahoma shoes and a hat to match, with some beige Jordans completing the fit.
Donny and Trent were outside, matching my fly in different colors.
Donny had on white and black, with no shirt showing off his A-cups.
Trent had on a red-and-black muscle shirt and shorts set.
I watched Gold look at herself in the mirror, strutting in a red bikini and heels after doing her makeup.
"Damn, baby, you did all this just to make it up to me?" I said, sitting up and staring at her.
"No, I only apologized for the Justin shit. You had me fucked up isolating me." Then she pushed me.
"Then who you getting all fine for?" I asked, looking confused.
"Me and Junie are going to dance at amateur night," she said while clapping her ass.
I had a big-ass mug on my face. She really had me fucked up.
"What do you mean you and Junie are going to amateur night? I know Donny ain't letting Bones shake her ass in front of no niggas."
I was really pissed.
"Um, Junie runs the relationship. I'm just playing—he said she can go as long as he's there to watch her." And she wasn't playing; Junie is like that and can run right over Donny's husky ass.
"I guess I'm going, too. How do you even know my club was having an amateur night?" I asked, sitting up and staring at her.
"What do you mean 'your club,' baby? You don't have a club," she said, standing with her hands on her hips.
"Actually, I do, boo. While you're showing out and hanging up the phone on me, I'm actually out here grinding—buying apartment complexes, opening up clubs and lounges," I said, giving her direct eye contact.
"Damn, you've been that busy and I've been stressing you out? I'm sorry." I could tell she was thinking about her actions.
"It's cool. I see you with Justin's degrading ass again, I'm going to move myself right out your life. I'm too much of a bad bitch for you to be playing with," I joked, laying my buff ass back on the bed and looking at her.
"Baby, you must think your me or something," she said, giggling hard as hell.
I pulled out my phone and called Dream. She was the new manager at my club, though that didn't stop her from getting on the floor and making her own money.
Trent was at the club every night tricking off on his fine shit.
I didn't blame him—Dream was bad as fuck, but Mama loved money.
Couldn't have been my little thing; I love a beautiful woman, but I want a woman who loves me for me.
You never know what the future holds—I could die or, even worse, go to jail.
I want a woman who's able to hold me down and continue my legacy.
I want a woman I can give my seed to so she can make fruits and trees. I see that in Tammy.
I also saw why Donny loved Junie: she's darker, petite like Mama always was, loves her some money, and gives off matriarch vibes. He might bring in the bread, but she's going to run their family. Wouldn't be me, but it's not a bad thing. I'm the king, and my queen sits on the side of me, not above.
Me, Trent, and Donny pulled up to my strip club, and the line was wrapped around the building.
I knew tonight was going to be a great night.
There were all types of hoes there for amateur night—thick, slim, short, tall, curvy, pear-shaped, and round.
I got a section right in the middle so I could see everything going on.
I spotted Junie and Golden walking in. They came in matching tracksuits; Junie's was black, and Gold had on a red one.
Dream met them and took them to the locker room.
I made a mental note to check Dream about letting my baby and little sister come dance here...
or did I even have a say? They were grown, she was the manager, and I was just the owner.
I stopped a passing bottle girl. She gasped and looked at me.
"Hey, Mr. Hernandez, I didn't see you there. What can I get you?"
"It's Clo, baby girl. Mr. Hernandez is dead," I said, looking her in her eyes.
"Okay, Clo, what do you need?" she asked seductively.
"A bottle of Remy Martin."
"A bottle of Casa, freak hoe, too, and you can come sit your fine ass up here," Trent said.
I handed her five hundred dollars and told her, "Don't pay your boss's man no attention if you want to keep your job." She nodded and walked off.
"I know like fuck you ain't cockblocking," Trent said with a mug on his face.
"This is my place of business, and I won't have any bullshit. You my nigga, but Dream might be fine as fuck, she's a strong lady. She will destroy Tiny," I said.
"I be vibing with Dream. I ain't even hit it yet."
"And how much money did you then spend on her?"
"Enough to make ten hoes want to fuck me."
"I know you ain't talking," me and Trent said at the exact same time.
"I could have hit that pussy. I don't even care, I fuck with Dream. She's got a cool-ass vibe, we get real high together, and she cooks for a nigga. I just got us a nice little condo, and it ain't tricking if you got it," Trent said.
"Y'all moving fast as hell. I bet as soon as you hit that motherfucker, you're going to get her pregnant. And please do, so I can have my manager running around this bitch in stripper attire," I said.
"She looks good, and honestly, that's who she is. I like who she is—I always had a thing for promiscuous women," Trent said.
Tiny came back with the bottles. We started looking at the ladies on the stages; they were showing out, and I saw women doing all types of tricks. Dream walked out to the floor, looking good as usual.
"Dream, you're the only manager I know that never has any clothes on," I said.
"Don't do it, bookie, I know how to multitask," she said with her hands on her hips. She had on black heels and a black bikini.
"I hope so. This is your club, I'm just the owner, huh?" I said with a sarcastic smirk, since I only told her she was my manager because she knew the club life and I didn't.
"Clo, just relax and pour me a shot. Matter of fact, take one with me."
I took a shot with her, and she disappeared. I could tell she was really doing her job, ripping and running.
Then I got a text from Silk asking me if Mercedes was there with us. I told him I didn't see her anywhere in the building. He said he couldn't find her, she wasn't at home, she wasn't answering her phone, and her location was turned off. I shook my head.
Right then, a thick, pretty brown chick was in my face.
"Hey, can I give you a dance, handsome?" she asked, her tone soft like butter.
"Nah, beautiful, I got a woman, but I do think you should have a permanent position here."
"Nigga, fuck your bitch, I'm trying to give you a good time, and I know I'm going to get a full position here," she said, being cocky.
"Damn, little bitch, I was trying to be nice. I don't know if I'd want a rude bitch working in my club," I said, mugging her rude ass.
"My apologies, I didn't know you were the owner."
I smiled at her and told her, "Baby girl, I tried to give you a permanent position. How are you going to be rude to your boss? I'm going to have to have Dream teach you some people skills."
"I'm sorry, boss man, I didn't know this was your establishment."
"It's cool, ma, you can't be rude to nobody up here. See Dream before you leave—your position is permanent."
She walked off, twisting away.
"Damn, that ass is fat," Trent said.
"Hell yeah, man, I wouldn't be able to deny that dance," Donny said.
"When June come beat all y'all asses in every bitch in my club, I'm banning you," I said.