Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
JAZZLYN
The energy in the atmosphere was exhilarating.
Everyone was dressed in all white and looked like they stepped right into the gates of Heaven.
There was no event in the city topping the white party, and based on how many people came out, everyone knew that shit.
As everyone was enjoying themselves, I worked the party, making sure shit was in order.
My husband always tried convincing me to get an assistant, but I couldn’t easily trust people. Only I knew how to execute my vision exactly how I wanted it, so it was up to me to make it happen.
My event planners had the club decked out with hanging chandeliers, massive balloon arches, and they even had the furniture reupholstered in white. It looked like pure luxury, and it fit the theme perfectly: The White Luxe Affair.
“I need three bottles of Casa going up to section six,” I spoke into my radio.
“I got you, boss,” Sierra, one of my bottle girls, assured.
Within just a few minutes, sparklers lit up the room, and my girls were carrying a lit-up sign to section six.
Across the room, my brother winked at me from the section and set his hand over his heart, appreciating the kind gesture of sending some bottles his way.
Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen decided to pop out and show love.
It was a big surprise since they never really went out.
Clubs weren’t their thing. They would’ve much rather been at each other’s houses, watching the game and smoking the fat blunts they rolled.
Tonight, though, they made an exception, leaving their wives at home and showing face at the white party.
The energy they possessed was damn near suffocating.
Bitches’ jaws were dropped as they cut through the crowd like Moses when he parted the Red Sea.
I kept my eyes on them as bitches threw themselves at them, but they remained solid and didn’t give any of them hoes the time of day.
The section next to theirs was for Ahkeem and his crew. Priest wasn’t a friendly-ass nigga, and neither were J’Ru and Kaymen, so I knew better than to try to combine their sections. They were separated; however, they were all catching a vibe together.
Moments later, the room lit up with sparklers again as bottles floated to Ahk’s section.
With him were Jersey, Moe, Javi, Zylynn, Diamond, and that damn Amina.
This girl was like a thorn in my damn side, but for the sake of tonight being so big for me, I was gonna let it ride.
She was pushing it by squeezing herself right between Ahk and Diamond, but Ahkeem quickly fixed that by swapping seats with Jersey.
Once the bottles were delivered to his section, I watched as he scanned the room in search of me. He pinpointed me quickly and used his finger to call me over. I chuckled and skipped right over to my man. I navigated the crowd with ease. People got out of my way once they noticed who I was.
He didn’t waste any time wrapping his strong arm around me. His Bond No. 9 cologne filled my nostrils, serving as the best stress reliever to calm my nervous system since I’d been on edge all day while trying to ensure everything was perfect.
“You doing that dress fucking well, Mrs. Hendrix.” He cupped my ass with both hands.
The Cult Gaia cut out white dress that I had tailored to fit me like a glove was a showstopper.
It cupped my breasts perfectly, showed off my toned midriff that I worked so hard for, and it had a high slit up the thigh.
I had to put two extra layers of wardrobe tape on the seam of the slit just so no one would see I wasn’t wearing any panties.
It was risqué, but that was the usual for me when it came to my fashion sense.
On my husband’s dime, I got my hair blown out with extra layers and big bouncy curls.
There was no half stepping, so I even had paid Zylynn to do my makeup.
I looked like I was peeled right off the cover of a magazine.
I was sure if I talked to Britain about it enough, I probably could’ve been on the cover of La Gioia. That was how damn good I looked!
“Thank you, Pa. You look handsome as fuck in this all white.” He was dripped out in an all-white Marni linen pant set.
His feet were adorned in a pair of white Air Force 1s.
He had his diamond-drenched Cuban link around his neck and his Audemars Piguet watch snug on his wrist. My husband was fucking walking temptation.
His chocolate brown skin made my mouth water, and his sharp jawline always had my panties wet.
Bitches were praying every day that I fumbled him so they could have their chance, but I was never coming off him.
He craned down and pressed his lips onto mine. He gave my ass a good squeeze, and I giggled.
”You did your shit with this party. Each year gets better and better,” he said closely to my ear so I could hear him over the music.
I taunted him with a smirk. “Thank you, baby. You still wish you were a silent partner?”
A few years ago, I bought him out of our partnership when I decided to franchise.
I survived the murky waters of the nightlife industry long enough and was ready to run it on my own without tapping in with anyone.
He didn’t give me any issues and gave over his part of the business with ease.
He understood that I wanted to stand on my own two, and he supported it.
He threw his head back a bit while laughing. “You wild. But you’re doing exactly what I knew you could. I’m fucking proud of you, Lovey.”
In my heels, I still had to lean up to kiss him. He’d had my back since the very beginning and never once doubted me, even when I really didn’t have my shit together. He took his role of being my husband very serious and never made me feel like I was doing anything alone.
Jersey came bopping his way over to us and tossed his arm around both of our shoulders. “Sis, you brought the whole fucking city out! You gotta plan my birthday next year!”
“Just say the word and write the check.”
He laughed. “You know I will.”
I chopped it up with everyone in the section and was even polite to Amina.
“This is a nice event. Ahk didn’t tell me you were a party planner.”
I looked around the section wondering if anyone was going to bring her up to speed before I did. Diamond simply threw back another shot while shaking her head. I peeped that she let her sister do her own thing. She really wanted no parts.
“Well, Ahkeem shouldn’t have. I’m not a party planner. I own this club and the two other ones in Miami and Atlanta.”
“My bad, girl.”
“Yeah, your bad. Enjoy your night, Amina, girl.” I threw on a fake smile before sashaying back over to my husband.
Soon as I made it within his reach, he wrapped his arm back around me. The speakers thumped within the club with the infamous beat of Nas’ song “You Can Hate Me Now.”
“Yo, bro, turn the fuck up! They playing yo shit!” Priest stood up on the couch in his section with a bottle in hand, hyping Ahk up.
I made sure the song was in rotation for the night ‘cause I knew how much it got Ahk, Priest, J’Ru, and Kaymen activated.
There had been so many nights during Sunday dinner where they went bar for bar rapping the song, so it was only right I had that shit bumping through Reign while they were in the building.
Ahk hopped up on the couch, popping a bottle of Casamigos right alongside my brother.
It started with just them, and then everyone joined.
Both sections had everyone on their feet, going crazy.
Shit had me feeling like a proud-ass mother watching her kids have a good time.
This was the shit I lived for when it came to owning a club.
Ahkeem kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, and I could taste the liquor he had just downed. Based off how he was acting, I knew we wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight and he was going to be determined to put me through the mattress.
The song came to an end, and the guys all dapped each other up with happy-ass smiles on their faces. As I was enjoying finally getting a moment to enjoy the party myself, I was interrupted by my earpiece that was connected to my radio going off.
“Yo, Jazzy, I got three cars circling the block. They ain’t no undercovers either,” Cyro warned me on the private channel set up so he could reach me while he managed the security of the club.
Ahk immediately noticed the shift in my energy. He dropped down from the couch before lifting me up to set me back on the floor with him. “Cy, peep the scene. If something feels off, bust at them before they start shooting at my fucking club,” I ordered through the radio.
I didn’t even have to say two words to Ahkeem. He set the bottle down and pulled his gun from his pocket.
“What we on?” Priest made his way to Ahk’s section. He noticed Ahk had gun out, so naturally, he pulled his too.
They both looked at me, ready for me to say the word. “Cy peeped some cars circle the block a few times. He’s positive they’re not undercovers. I would love to handle this shit discreetly so none of my guest are alarmed.”
“Lovey, if Cyro’s right, ain’t no keeping this shit discreet.”
“Real shit. We gotta push up on them outside before they try to bust they way inside.”
I could see the darkness that crowded Priest’s eyes. It had been so long since his eyes went dark. Life had been peaceful for him, but he was never gonna let shit slide, especially when it came to protecting and defending his family.
Kaymen, J’Ru, Javi, Moe, and Diamond noticed we were huddled up and joined. They peeped what type time we were on based off the way Ahk and Priest were clutching their guns.
“You strapped?” Kaymen asked me as he cocked his gun back.
“In my office. I couldn’t walk around the club with it on me.”