Chapter 1 #2
“Damn ma, you for damn sure got my attention in that loud ass dress, what you about to do with it?” Before I could turn and focus on who was speaking to me, I felt a massive hand grip an entire ass cheek like he had rights to it.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the hand and bent his fingers back, while spinning around to face him.
Despite how fine he was, I didn’t let his hand go until I brought him down to his knees as he groaned in agony.
“You got a fucking hand problem?” I questioned in an even tone?
“My bad ma, you got it! You got it!” He uttered despite the pain he felt.
“Black nigga, what’s up? What you don’t value life?” Came a deep raspy tone that sent shockwaves straight to my pussy. It was beyond dark out so it was almost like the voice came from out of nowhere until the owner of it made his presence known as he rounded the corner.
My mouth literally dried up and I had to force myself not to choke at the drastic change.
I knew that I would have to eventually come face to face with him, but I foolishly felt that I was prepared for the encounter.
As I took his muscular build in, I realized that nothing could have prepared me for him to make the photos I had studied look like light work in comparison to the man that stood in my presence.
Mind you, the photos had me mesmerized and I hated to admit that he had even invaded my dreams a time or two, simply from the images.
Still, to be in his presence was incomparable.
Even if I didn’t have a cheat sheet, there would have been no denying that I was standing in the presence of a boss.
In the presence of the boss. His aura spoke louder than a gang of high school cheerleaders and his stance alone let me know that he wasn’t shit to fuck with.
“Fa- Fame, this you? I ain’t know, I wouldn’t have ever…” Dude who I now knew as Black was trying to plead his case but either fear of Fame or the pain I was still inflicting on him, had him stumbling over his words.
“Yo ass know better than to come to this area at all, so fuck is you saying right now? Do me a favor and let this nigga up, lil mama.” He commanded and my dumb ass listened. I dropped Black’s hand like it burned me. “You good Jude?” He questioned his boy, while his eyes were on me.
“Shit, who was supposed to be an issue that made it so I wasn’t good? Black ain’t on shit, but being a nigga. He saw all that ass glowing in the dark in that lil ass outfit and was tryna see it up close. I ain’t mad at him, I wanted to see if the muffucka was real too.”
“I can name a million things to do that would be safer for you, pretty boy. Just because you’re familiar don’t mean you get a pass, I don’t play about my respect.
” I voiced and Fame’s eyes suddenly went from exploring my curves to studying my face.
There was an amused look in his eyes, and I knew it was because most people shied away from Jude and his bad ass attitude. “Imma go inside.”
“Nah, you gon wait for us. Here we come.” Fake countered before looking over at Black.
“Say bruh, this your only pass. Go your ass back around to the line and stay the fuck from this area.” His tone was deep enough that it gave the effect of him barking an order when he was literally speaking calm as hell.
As he watched Black walk off, I found myself watching him, on the low.
This nigga was something special and if I let him, he would be a problem for me.
Thankfully, my attachment to him was his woman being my close friend so there would be no need to blur lines or ever be too close to him.
“They say I’m the nigga with the issues but here you go scaring Black’s coward ass. That nigga ain’t on shit.” Jude chuckled as he lead the way to a door that I hadn’t noticed.
“Man, fuck Black.” Was Fame’s simple response.
With each step I took in my thigh high boots, I felt the fabric from the romper I was wearing creeping higher and higher.
I didn’t have to look back to know that his eyes were locked on my exposed cheeks, his glare was so intense that I felt it.
Jude’s unraised ass opened the door, walked in and allowed it to close before I stepped through.
After quickly readjusting my clothing, I went to reach for the door before my hand was smacked as if I was a toddler.
“The fuck.” I spat.
“My thoughts precisely. Picture you opening a door like I’m not right here. The fuck you take me for?” Though his intentions were polite, that tone was everything but.
I had no idea if it was the raspiness of it or how deep each word penetrated me when he spoke them, but I could listen to his mean ass talk all damn day.
Stepping through the door, I could tell the entrance we were using was private because though I could hear the music and excitement of the club, we were passing in a room filled with niggas that I knew were either DOA or affiliated in some way, shape or form.
As their eyes hungrily took me in, I studied and attempted to memorize their faces.
I didn’t have much time before Fame barked for someone to secure the door and shuffled me out the room, where we spilled out in a long hallway that was directly on side of where everyone was entering.
Up ahead, I spotted Jude pushing his way through people attempting to show him love.
“What’s the purpose of the separate entrance if we are still entering in the same spot?
” I asked Fame, when I looked over my shoulder to ensure that he heard me over the music, he was once again focused on my ass.
Knowing that he belonged to my way into DOA, I adjusted my shorts again, so he didn’t think I was attempting to entice his ass or anything like that.
“Shouldn’t have wore them tight ass shorts if you are so uncomfortable. And we only walking in this way because it’s Jude’s party and they gotta announce my nigga.” He answered as we caught up with his rude ass home boy.
“Go head nigga, this all you.” Fame told him with a smirk as he waved him to go forward.
“Bitch, bring yo ass in too. You ain’t low nigga, I told you I ain’t want no surprises and shit.
You coming get full of that confetti shit too!
” Jude chuckled as he grabbed Fame around the neck and forced him forward.
I tried to stand back because I wasn’t trying to be in the middle of all the attention they were about to get, but clearly whatever Jude wanted, he got.
“Bring yo glow in the dark ass on too! I gotta walk in with some fine shit.” Before I could protest, Jude had grabbed my hand and forced all three of us to enter the chaos.
“Aye man, say man, y’all show some love to those niggas y’all love to hate but can’t do shit about it!
The boss himself, Fame! And y’all know y’all gotta give it up for the birthday boy, Rude Jude!
And shit, I don’t know who brought dessert, but I know I’m not alone when I said I’m craving something thick and chocolate all of a sudden!
Make some muthafucking noise man!” I was sure that my dark cheeks were suddenly red as he ended that embarrassing speech and started playing a hood classic, Preach by Young Dolph.
Jude never released my hand as we shuffled through the crowd of people screaming like these niggas were some celebrities.
And just as if they were, security ushered us all the way to the stairs leading into the VIP section.
Despite how quick we were moving, I was taking in the scenery, and this club was lavish as hell.
They put real money into the decor, and it showed.
The energy in here was something I had never felt and suddenly I felt like a fish out of water.
I was from a little ass city in Louisiana, and we damn sure didn’t have shit half as big or extravagant as club Fame.
“You good with the stairs or you need the elevator?” Fame’s breath tickled my ear as he leaned over to make sure I heard his question.
“I can do anything in these heels that you can do in those Jordans.” I confidently replied before we hit the stairs.
Being that I walked ahead of the guys, I made my appearance first and when my eyes landed on the one person I was actually excited to see, the feelings didn’t appear to be mutual.
Desiree or Des as I had learned was her preferred name, looked my way as if I was led astray by my sister.
There was no way a bitch she referred to as damn near her best friend, was looking at her… at me, like I had shit on my face.
I watched her gaze go from me, then behind me before coming back to me and it suddenly made sense. Her ass thought I came here with her man or something. Making my way over to where she stood with a couple of other pretty chicks, I smiled despite the cold reception I walked into.
“Damn Des, we beefing?” I halfway joked. “You don’t miss me?”
“Shit, I’m tryna figure out who the hell are you and where you left Honesty.
” When she said that, my heart dropped and I thought I was busted.
“The Honesty I know would have fought me tooth and nail if I told you to wear some shit like that. I’m glad you decided to drop that whole bull dagger look you had going on.
” She said, causing me of the chicks she was with to laugh.
I could tell when a bitch was laughing with or at me and wasn’t shit friendly about this interaction.
“Ignore her hating ass Honesty. You look the fuck good bitch! I didn’t know you were hiding this type of body under all those damn clothes.” The chick who didn’t laugh complimented me.
“Thanks boo. It was time for a new look.” I replied before spinning in place and letting them see the entire look.
“Gotta give it to ya, you are a bold bitch to rock that color. I mean, me or India could easily rock that because we have the complexion for it, but you know you have to tone that shit down when you’re damn near blue black.
” I was stuck for a second as I processed that the bitch that my sister said was like her best friend was throwing so much shade.
But then it made sense, my sister was always trying to prove that she belonged in the popular crowd no matter how she was treated.
Well, too bad for Desiree, my sister wasn’t here and I simply didn’t play that shit.
I could give a fuck how bad a bitch was you could never convince me that there was one badder than I.
The fact that the romper was this neon ass green was what made me choose it because I decided that Honesty was going to be a stand out wherever she went.
The cut outs on the top part of the outfit made it just as sexy as my curves made the simple yet fitted bottom.
The neon green and black snakeskin printed thigh highs really set the look off though.
My skin was oiled up and glistening like a new penny and I smelled like a million bucks.
A bitch couldn’t take shit from me but notes, I swear!
“Des, imma assume that it’s your time of the month or your nigga got you up in your feelings, so you feel the need to down the next bitch.
The thing is, I’m nobody’s punching bag bookie.
You could never make me feel insecure about my smooth ass chocolate skin.
” I made sure I threw that in because I could still see that underneath the makeup, her skin was a mess.
“And you are right, I am one extremely bold bitch, and the fit did what it was supposed to. Every single eye was on me as I made my way through. Hell, one pair ain’t stopped looking yet.
” Cutting my eyes to where Fame stood chopping it up with a group of niggas, just like I stated, his eyes were indeed still on me, and I made sure Desiree saw before I walked off and left her seething.
See, I wasn’t my sister and I couldn’t do the ass kissing if it was going to come with the constant shade.
Nah, I would have to find my own way to get my intel and if Desiree didn’t fix that nasty ass attitude, she wouldn’t like my way.
Because honestly, it was looking like my way would be through the head nigga in charge.
Shit, if Jesus could turn water into wine, it would be nothing to turn her nigga into mine. For the sake of the case, of course.