Solae
Later that night was Moses’ birthday party. I was still in my feelings about the abortion and being fired. But Rah had been so supportive that I wanted to support him by ensuring that I was there that night.
Rah was so proud of the party he’d put together for Moses.
He was bopping around the party carrying a bottle of Rosè by the neck.
People treated him like he was the man. Women knew that he was Moses’ manager, so they flocked to him like bees to honey and flies to shit.
Men knew the same and praised him, as if he would reach back and take care of them once he and Moses made it big.
I made sure to look the part of his woman.
I wore a fitted, chocolate-brown leather dress that hugged every curve like it had been sewn on me.
The plunging neckline showed just enough cleavage to make heads turn, and the lace-up detail ran from my chest all the way down the front.
The skirt of the dress was fitted all the way to my ankles, making my hips and ass look like a sculpture.
At the time, I was following Kahlani through the crowd.
Rah had supplied our VIP section with bottles, but Kahlani didn’t drink any of it.
In the back of my mind, I wondered how the fuck he could afford the party and those bottles, but we “couldn’t afford another baby”.
But I also knew that affording a baby was a lifetime of a financial investment, rather than one night, like this party.
“Aye, aye, aye! Where you goin’, babe?” I heard Rah behind me as I felt him grabbing me around the waist.
“We’re on our way to the bar. That waitress is slow, and Kahlani only drinks Patron when she drinks tequila.”
By this time, Kahlani had looked back and noticed that I was no longer behind her.
She approached me and Rah looking so cute.
She had called me earlier that day totally spazzing out because she felt stressed to look fly.
Everybody knew that she was Moses’ girl.
Men and women would be eyeing her, especially the women that wanted Moses, so she had to “put that shit on”.
She had done good, though. With a body like hers, she was able to throw on a jumpsuit with slits down the sides and a plunging neckline and look like a video vixen.
Her long weave was in barrel curls. The curls were beginning to fall in soft waves.
It was beautiful, just as much as she was.
“Babe, sit down. Chill and enjoy the party. I got you. I’ll send the waitress over there to you. That bar is packed.”
He was right. Billboard Live was always packed on a Friday night, but the whole hood had come out for Moses’ birthday.
Me and Kahlani found our way back to VIP. Within minutes, the waitress was approaching us with a bottle of Don Julio and chasers.
I caught a glimpse of Rah at the bar. Initially, I was only staring because he looked so good that night.
I was still irritated with the decision he’d forced on me.
Yet, I couldn’t deny how good his chocolate skin looked in that Versace tee that hugged his toned upper body, jeans that fit his frame, showing off his big legs, and jewelry that made him look expensive.
As I lustfully watched him, I noticed a fair skinned woman smiling all in his face with a body badder than Kahlani’s.
That was the type of shit that I had to get used to over the years of Moses’ slowly growing fame.
These women were willing to throw themselves at anything, so to throw it at Rah, who in their eyes was the man, was nothing.