1. Kase Madoxx #2
“Nah,” I said, slick with it. “Let ‘em marinate. I’ll bless ‘em with my presence when I feel like it. My atrium. My rules.”
Before Porcha could walk off, my date shifted next to me and narrowed her eyes. Clearly, she overheard.
“I know you didn’t invite other women here,” she said, folding her arms, voice tight.
I turned to her, cool as hell. “Baby… you too damn sexy to be worried about another chick on my arm.”
Her face softened just a little, but I wasn’t done.
“You got my attention. So if you wanna keep it?” I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Keep bein’ sexy and showin’ me that love I like. Ain’t no competition if you keep steppin’ like you been steppin’.”
Diana didn’t say nothin’, just looked up at me like she didn’t know if she was mad or turned on.
Either way, she stayed close. After Jace and his geeky crew got situated, I hit the stage and grabbed the mic.
The crowd was lit, waiting. Mic in one hand, a big-ass liquor bottle in the other, I stepped into the spotlight.
Time to show ‘em why Knights wasn’t just a club, it was the club.
I let the moment breathe for a second; the crowd was already hyped just off my energy.
I brought the mic to my lips and yelled.
“Ayo! Y’all know what the fuck goin’ on tonight!”
Cheers erupted. Flashing lights. Phones up.
“I said this shit right here ain’t no regular Friday,” I continued, pacing slow across the stage. “This is the grand opening of Knights , my second baby. Built from nothin’ but hustle, grind, and the same people who said I couldn’t do it.”
“Talk that talk, Kase!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“Oh, I’ma talk it,” I said, laughing into the mic. “Y’all part of somethin’ exclusive tonight. This ain’t no regular turn-up spot. This ain’t your favorite promoter’s party. This is mine. My vision. My rules.”
I held the bottle up high and cracked the seal in front of the whole crowd. “To everybody who been rockin’ with me since day one, this bottle for y’all. To the doubters? This success gon’ sting every time you see my name on another flyer.”
I took a long pull from the bottle, crowd still wildin’. “Tonight, we goin’ up. VIPs, get ready. Ladies, keep lookin’ like blessings. Fellas, don’t embarrass yourselves.”
Laughter. Applause. Phones still rollin’.
“Now, DJ, cut the talk and run that shit!”
The beat dropped, and the crowd erupted.
Just like that, I stepped off the stage like I didn’t just set the whole tone for the night.
Once I hyped the crowd, I stepped down from the stage and made my way to the bar to check on Key Key.
She was sittin’ pretty on one of the velvet stools with one of her homegirls, both of them lookin’ like they stepped out of a music video.
Both of them had on tight dresses, full glam, and bodies that made a man forget his morals.
I met shawty at Fresh Azz Cuts one afternoon when she was gettin’ her son a line-up.
I was in the chair gettin’ my shit faded, and she caught my eye the moment she walked in.
Thick as hell, skin glowing, attitude spicy.
She had that hood-goddess aura like she knew she was the baddest in the room and dared you to say different.
Now, normally, I didn’t talk to women with kids. That’s my rule. My motto.
But Key Key? She was built like the algorithm itself. Video vixen body, small waist, thick ass, and all of it looked natural . No BBL bounce, just real weight movin’ the way God intended. See, I know a good rat when I see one, and she definitely qualified.
Naw looks ain’t enough for me. I needed to know if the throat matched the body and if the pussy had that snapback or if she was just sittin’ on regular. I slid up behind her at the bar, leaned in low so only she could hear me, my voice dipped in bass.
“You lookin’ too damn good to be sittin’ over here like you waitin’ on somebody.”
She turned, slowly, flashing a smirk. “Maybe I am.”
I raised a brow, nodding at her drink. “If it ain’t me, you gon’ be disappointed.”
Her homegirl laughed under her breath, and Key Key tilted her head. “You real confident tonight.”
“I’m always confident,” I said, stepping in closer. “Confidence ain’t a switch. It’s a lifestyle.”
Before she could respond, I heard a familiar voice off to the side.
“Oh wow. So this what we doin’ now?”
I looked over and saw one of the chicks I invited, Denise, posted by the wall with her arms crossed, lips twisted, eyes locked on me like I owed her rent and child support. She was supposed to be in the other VIP area.
“Man,” I muttered, still lookin’ at Key Key. “They really don’t make ‘em chill no more.”
Key Key sipped her drink, unbothered. “You got fans, huh?”
I gave her that sly-ass grin. “I got options.
“But I walked over here to see you .”
I turned to see Denise, stormin’ toward me like she had a right to be mad. She was somebody I was just fuckin’. We weren’t exclusive at all. But we had history. The kind you keep quiet about. She was married and committed to another nigga. That’s what made it funny.
“Really, Kase?” she said, lookin’ Key Key up and down like she had beef she couldn’t back up. “This what you on tonight?”
I didn’t flinch. Just grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in closer, low and smooth, right into my space.
“Don’t start that jealous shit,” I said, voice calm but firm. “You knew what it was. Don’t act brand new ‘cause I’m not allowing you to be under me tonight.”
Her body softened on reflex, like she forgot she came over here mad.
Of course, she couldn’t resist a nigga. Not when I touched her like that. Not when I looked her in the eye like I still owned part of her. She licked her lips, like she wanted to argue, but didn’t have a leg to stand on. Not in front of Key Key. I let her go just as fast as I pulled her.
“You good now?” I asked, brushing invisible lint off my shirt. “Cool. Go enjoy the night. You was invited, not entitled.”
Then I turned right back to Key Key like Denise never existed.
I chilled with Key Key and her homegirl for a bit, sippin’, talkin’ shit, lettin’ them laugh at whatever smooth shit I threw out.
Key Key had that flirt down to a science.
She knew how to flip her hair, smile just enough, and keep it cute without giving too much.
Her homegirl was cool too, had jokes, but I wasn’t tryna entertain no double feature.
I gave ‘em a good moment then dipped before it started feelin’ like a commitment.
I headed back to my VIP area and saw everybody was havin’ a good time.
The section was vibin’, food was hittin, bottles on ice.
A few of my day ones were posted up with girls on their laps, everybody laughin’ and talkin’ loud over the music.
Shit, even Jace and Tuesday were smiling and kissin’.
But that damn Blyss, she was on another level, looking secluded, as hell.
Shawty was sitting off to the side like the noise didn’t phase her at all.
Curled up in the corner of the sectional, legs tucked under her, a damn crossword puzzle book open in her lap as her glasses were tipped on her nose.
At my event. Like we were in a quiet corner of Barnes & Noble instead of one of the hottest clubs in Magnolia Valley, I slowed up, confused and lowkey amused.
A crossword, though?
I dropped down next to her, leaned back with a smirk. “You really in here tryna solve six-across while the bass shakin’ the floor?”
She looked up, squinting ‘cause she had her glasses off again.
“Oh—hey,” she said, acting like I didn’t just catch her doin’ the nerdiest shit ever. “It’s just... too much going on. I needed something to focus on.”
I shook my head, still lookin’ at her like she was the weirdest, cutest disruption in the room.
“You somethin’ else, Blyss.”
She pushed her glasses up and shrugged. “No, I’m just trying to stay in tune with my knowledge.”
I raised an eyebrow. “This ain’t the library where you work. This my event. So get your nerdy ass up and turn up.”
She looked shocked. “Wait, wh?—”
“Now let’s go, Wheels.”
Before she could protest, I snatched the crossword puzzle from her hand and casually tossed it across the room like it offended me. Then I reached down, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. Not ‘cause she was my type, hell nah. But because she needed some damn flavor in her life.
She stumbled a little, off-balance like she wasn’t used to standing in heels this tall, or maybe just not used to me touching her.
“Wait, I don’t really dance,” she mumbled, already nervous.
“I ain’t ask you that, Wheels,” I said, dragging her toward the dance floor, my hand still locked around hers. “You at my club. So tonight, you gon’ live a little.”
She blushed so hard her whole face turned cherry red, but she followed anyway. Awkward as hell.
The beat dropped the second we hit the floor, low and dirty. I turned and pulled her against me, chest to chest, hips lined up. Her hands hovered like she didn’t know where to place them, so I grabbed her waist and made the decision for her.
“Nah, Wheels,” I murmured, my mouth close to her ear. “Loosen up.”
“I—I don’t dance like this,” she stammered.
“You do now.”
I started to move slow and nasty. The kind of grind that had purpose.
The kind that said I ain’t just here to vibe, I’m here to claim.
I controlled the pace, guiding her like her body belonged to me just for the night.
She was stiff and barelymoving, looking completely lost. But then I dipped in close and caught her scent.