6. Chapter 5
June made it home and walked down the hallway.
When she got to the living room, she dropped her clutch on the counter and kicked off her heels with a sigh.
Her feet were killing her. After being surrounded by loud music, flashing lights, and drunk people all night, the only thing she wanted was a hot shower.
She headed upstairs, peeled herself out of her clothes, and stepped underneath the steaming water.
The water washed away the smell of liquor, perfume, and cigarette smoke that had followed her home from the club.
Nearly twenty minutes later, she wrapped herself in a black silk robe and tied it tight around her waist before making her way to the kitchen.
June went to a playlist on her phone and suddenly Summer Walker flowed through her Bluetooth speaker.
The LED lights underneath the cabinets gave the kitchen a warm, cozy glow.
She pulled out a stool and sat at the island while holding a glass of Casamigos in her hand.
She took a sip and let it sit for a second before swallowing.
The first sip went down smooth with just enough burn to remind her it was there; it was sweet with a little edge, just like the night she had.
She enjoyed her drink and sang along to the song as it played through the apartment.
Her body still felt everything from the club…
the stage, the lights, and the way people were looking at her.
She hadn’t felt like that in a long time.
And right now, she wasn’t letting that feeling go for nobody.
Her phone lit up on the counter with a text notification. It was from Marcus.
June sat there holding her phone. She beamed as she read the message. She twirled the glass between her fingers and the ice clinked softly.
“Okay now Mr. Bold, say that shit then,” she murmured to herself.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and took another sip, letting it go down slow.
That message did something to her… It made her curious and had her a little excited all at the same time.
She didn’t know what Marcus had planned, but she knew it wasn’t about to be nothing regular.
The song changed, and June closed her eyes and imagined what kind of plans Marcus had for them tomorrow.
Whatever it was, she’d be ready.
The next morning, June woke up and grabbed her phone before she even sat up.
Marcus's text was still sitting there. She kept reading it over and over.
June rolled her eyes at herself and tossed the phone across the bed.
The rest of the day crawled by. She spent most of the afternoon trying to stay busy.
She cleaned up around the house, threw a load of laundry in the washer, made herself some breakfast, and tried to find something to watch on TV.
Every time she looked at the clock, it felt like time was moving slower than usual.
By three o'clock, she finally gave up and got ready. June stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She grabbed her loofah and squeezed some body wash onto it. The scent of vanilla filled the bathroom as hot water ran over her shoulders. Her mind kept drifting back to Marcus no matter how hard she tried not to think about him. She still didn’t know what he had planned, but the way he told her to be ready kept replaying in her head.
Like he already knew she wasn’t gon say no.
June closed her eyes for a second and let the water run over her face while she thought about the way he looked at her inside the club.
Like he already had his mind made on claiming her.
And the crazy part?
June was with it one hundred percent.
When she finally stepped out the shower, she wiped the fog off the mirror and stared at herself for a few minutes.
Lately she'd been carrying herself different and she knew it.
She slipped into a cream Fashion Nova one-piece set that hugged her body like it was made for her.
She sprayed a touch of Chloé Love Story behind her ears and along her collarbone.
Her bone-straight black hair flowed down her back.
A glossy rosy pink coated her lips making them look soft, wet, and kissable.
She was just fastening her anklet when her phone started ringing on the counter. Mercedes was calling.
June answered the phone. “Hey, bitch.”
Mercedes laughed. “Hey yourself ho. Whatchu gettin’ into today?”
June glanced at her reflection again, and the corners of her mouth curved into a big smile. “Marcus texted me last night. He said he’s coming to pick me up around 4 this evening. He ain't say where we was goin’ though.”
Mercedes didn't answer right away. “Marcus? Girl, you movin’ kinda fast now.”
June chuckled. “I ain’t movin’ nowhere. I’m just seein’ what type of time he on. He said he just wants to have a little conversation, that's all."
Mercedes sighed. “Just be careful, June. You don’t know what that nigga got goin’ on behind the scenes. But have fun though, don’t let me kill your vibe.”
June smiled softly. “I got this. I’ll hit you later bitch.”
“Alright, bitch. Enjoy yaself.” Mercedes said.
When the call ended, June slipped on her diamond earrings and grabbed her purse. She took one last look in the mirror. She looked damn good and she was well aware of that. Whatever Marcus had planned, he was about to find out that June wasn’t just another dancer he could play with.
She was the mothafucking show.