Chapter 9
Leave it to my siblings to leave all this shit up to me.
Of course, it was my idea but they could have helped.
Trey had the easiest damn task and he still didn’t deliver.
I know our father had strained relationships with all of us, but he tried his best. Right now, I was the only one who would deal with him.
As the caterers brought the food in, I could only hope the kids would show up.
When I called some of his friends, it was so last minute that they couldn’t rearrange some of their things.
It was almost seven, and the only people here was me and the caterers and a few of his old co-workers.
The party was for two hundred, but it was about twenty of us here.
I called Trey’s phone several times but he didn’t answer.
He was probably too busy in Summer’s ass.
I didn’t say anything, but I saw the hoe car parked right by his the other night.
That’s why I inboxed Law. Hell, if his ol’ lady cheating, why can’t he? I could be his little boo on the side.
Looking at my watch, I became nervous. I told my father to show up at seven and nobody was here. Right as I was about to panic, Trey and his mother walked in. He actually got her to come, and that was a good thing. Our father missed her like hell.
“What the hell took you so long?” I said low enough for me and him to hear. “Hello, Ms. Della. You are looking gorgeous as ever tonight.”
“Thank you, baby. Do we have assigned seats?” She asked.
“No, you can sit wherever you like. Our guest of honor should be walking through the door at any moment.”
“Chile, he better be lucky my son promised me that new iPhone or I wouldn’t be here,” she said, walking off.
“You will be giving me the money to buy that damn iPhone for her. This shit was your idea. Neither of us fuck with that nigga.”
“Do I ever ask you for anything?”
“No, but this was really reaching asking us to be here. Like I said, I want the money for her phone by tomorrow.”
“Don’t throw out demands, or I’ll tell Summer’s boyfriend where she was the other night. You don’t want those type of problems.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you tell. Nigga can’t do shit to me about a muthafucka that belongs to me.”
I just gave him a smirk before my attention went behind him as the front door opened and our father walked in with another bitch.
My stomach was full of butterflies because I asked him to come alone.
Sure, it was his party, but damn, I was trying to play matchmaker with him and Trey’s mother, but now I can forget about that.
Forcing a smile on my face, I went and greeted him. With his two gold teeth in the front, he smiled and opened his arms to embrace me.
“I couldn’t get rid of her,” he whispered in my ear.
“Don’t fuck this up, daddy.”
I grabbed his hand and walked him over to Trey, who was now standing at the table with his mother. This shit could go really bad or good. Hopefully, he had his hoe under control and she didn’t speak unless spoken to.
“Hey son.” Trey nodded and gulped his Corona. “Hey Della.”
Yep, this wasn’t a good idea.
“Happy birthday, James,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Thank you. How you been?”
“Nigga, please don’t talk to my mama and you got a woman with you. That’s why you in the situation you in now,” Trey spat.
“Nigga, please. You not too far from me. Della, tell your boy the truth.”
“Truth about what? Man, fuck this, mama come on. I don’t know why I came to this shit anyway. Ain’t none of his other children here. Don’t call me for shit else Pinkie, and I mean it.”
“Della, you really going to act like that?”
“Daddy, just leave it alone. You know when Trey gets upset, nobody can calm him down. Leave him alone, and let’s enjoy your party.”
We hadn’t even gotten started, and shit was not going well.
Now that it was just me here, I put a smile on my face and made the best out of it.
I was more than ready to take these six-inch heels off and climb in my damn bed.
My daddy was openly flirting with hoes that he used to work with right in the other woman’s face.
He was the worst male whore I had ever seen.
It was his fault that I ran through niggas or picked the wrong ones.
I sat down in the corner, babysitting my cup of Hennessy that I had been holding all night.
Old people could really party, and it was well past my bedtime.
All the old men wanted to dance, and all I could do was think about my toy that sat in my drawer waiting for me to get home.
About another hour of this shit, and I was shutting it down.
My phone buzzed with a text from my manager at the club telling me to get to the club because it was urgent.
Grabbing my shit, I didn’t even bother to tell anyone that I was leaving.
I was over it anyway. The club was just a few minutes from where I was, so I had time to go there and come back if nothing was drastically wrong.
My manager was always cautious, so she only called for minor things, which I loved.
She kept me informed about everything. I pulled my car around back and was let in by security, that was always around back.
This was the entrance that most of the hosts and performers went through to avoid running into people before their performance.
I sent a text to my manager to let her know I was here, and she could meet me in my office.
The first thing I did was step out of my shoes and stood in the one-way glass window that overlooked the club.
The crowd was nice, and the music and drinks were flowing.
From my view, everything was going smoothly, so I didn’t know what the hell the problem was.
My door popped open, and in walked my club manager.
“I hated to bother you on such a special night, but I thought you should know that there was a suspicious guy and a crew came in here about an hour ago.”
“Trust me, you didn’t bother me. It actually gave me a reason to get the hell out of there. It was a disaster. Now, you said a suspicious guy. What do you mean?”
“He asked for you. He refused to give me his name or anything. He stuck around for a minute and even tried to get up to your office, but security stopped them. He left right before you got here.”
“I’ll check it out on the camera. Thank you for calling me. Make sure you take good care of security this next check. Tell them it’s a bonus.”
“Sure thing.”
In my gut, I already knew who the nigga was, but as I pulled my computer screen up to run the tapes back.
I hoped that it wasn’t. I went back about an hour and a half to get everything, and I’ll be damned, there he was standing there as fine as the day I left his ass.
I guess my restraining order didn’t mean shit.