LaLa must’ve sensed the hate I had laced in that last statement, so she asked me what was going on.
I went on and filled her in on what I’d found out about my dear ol’ cousin. I was in the mall a week ago with Jerome, tearing it down as usual, when I ran into one of my old homegirls that we grew up with.
We were in Bath & Body Works, and I was stocking up on my Peaches and Cream smell-good when someone yelled my name.
“Jay, is that you?” I turned around and damn near knocked another customer over with my shopping basket.
“Yeah, girl, it’s you. Damn, bitch, you look good,” Tamika said as she ran up to me and gave me a hug.
“How are you, Mika?” I asked looking her up and down. “I haven’t seen you in years. How’s your mom, brothers, and sisters?”
After she ran down how everyone was doing, and I introduced her to Jerome, she asked me if Mya and I still kicked it.
“She actually lives with me now. My granny passed and left the house on Denker to me. I was there by myself for two years when she came knocking on my door crying and talking about she didn’t have anywhere else to go. I was in the house by myself, so I didn’t have a problem with letting her stay until she got back on her feet. That was four years ago.”
“FOUR YEARS AGO!” she screamed in shock. I was kind of embarrassed because a few people stopped what they were doing and stared at us.
“Uh, yeah, girl. Four years ago. Why did you yell it out like that?”
She looked at me as if she was trying to tell me something with her eyes. After Jerome excused himself and went to Foot Locker, she finally spoke.
“The reason why I said it like that was because I ran into Mya a couple of years ago. I asked about you, but she said she hadn’t spoken to you in a while. She said that you were dating some dude name Brian or Ryan and was so stuck up in his ass that you shut everyone out.” Now it was my turn to be shocked. The expression on my face must have gone unnoticed by her, because she continued on with the story. “When she told me that, I kinda found it hard to believe because you were never love struck like that. Then, the way that she said it made it seem as if she was jealous or something. I just let that go and took it for what it was. I knew we’d run into each other eventually, and I’d get the truth. The thing I couldn’t understand or figure out, though, was why she was holding hands and kissing on the nigga she was with.”
“Who was she with?”
“Your ex . . . Jeremiah!”
What? Wait! Hold up now! I know she didn’t just say Mya was booed up with my ex, Jeremiah. After reiterating that she was, Tamika told me that a few other people we used to roll with had seen them together on different occasions as well. The crazy thing about this whole conversation was, the information she had just given me about Mya and Jeremiah wasn’t even the kicker. Mika went on to tell me that not only had Mya been chilling with Jeremiah, but she also was seen with Skyler and Robert as well. Two more of my exes. I didn’t know what to think. On one hand, I could care less because I broke up with all them niggas for a reason. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but to wonder when she started fucking with them. Robert was my first love and high school sweetheart, and we were together throughout most of my teen years. Jeremiah is who I dated after Robert and later broke up with when I went away to college. Now, Skyler and I were never in a “relationship,” but we hung out between breakups. This was all news to me. I was also mad as hell.
Tamika and I finally said our good-byes after catching up a little more and promising to keep in touch. I purchased my smell-good products, found Jerome, and left the mall loaded down with bags and pissed the fuck off. I couldn’t wait to get home and cuss this bitch out. She was gonna have to pack all her shit too and get the fuck out of my house. When I pulled into my driveway, her car was there. But when I got in the house, she wasn’t. I started to throw all her shit outside, but I decided against it. I hadn’t even noticed Jerome had followed me into the house until he grabbed me from behind and asked me what was wrong. After I told him everything I had just found out about Mya, he was able to calm me down and help me to see things from a different perspective. I was so over the situation that I decided not to say anything to her about it.
I just went to my room, packed an overnight bag at my man’s request, and headed to his house for the weekend.
After I was finished telling LaLa about what happened, she just sat on my bed with a stunned look on her face.
“I knew she was sneaky. Her and Niecey be doing some foul shit. I really can’t say what it is, cuz I honestly don’t know. But what I can say is that you need to watch her ass. Especially around Jerome.”
“Girl, you don’t think I know that already. That’s why I rarely have him spend the night. I always go to his spot. And that’s some bullshit too. I got to keep my man away from my own cousin.”
“It is,” LaLa said walking toward the bathroom to take a shower. “Enough about that, though, we got some dates to get ready for. So get your ass on up in here with me. Let’s kill two birds with one stone and try to make it there on time.
“I’m right behind you, girlie. And once Jerome and his friend get a load of us in all our sexiness tonight, I wish a nigga would think about the next bitch.”
Mya
When we arrived at the Lotus Bomb, the line was already around the corner. Why? I don’t even know.
This was a lounge bar, not a club. Other than the great food and tasty drinks Jay told us about, I didn’t understand what else could have this place so packed.
We made our way to the front of the line, gave our names to the sexy-ass bouncer, and were immediately let in.
“I could get used to this. Did you see the way them bitches in line were hating when we walked in?” Niecey asked as we were led into the building.
Looking around and ignoring her, I was in complete awe when we stepped into this place. The only word that would describe both the inside and outside of this establishment was gorgeous.
The lounge was packed with a stylish clientele. I felt a little out of place with my green strapless freakum dress on. But with the way some of these men were already staring at me with lust in their eyes had me changing that tune real fast.
The interior had a green onyx fireplace as its masterpiece, along with a wood wine cabinet trimmed in 14k gold. There were plush white chairs that sat around tables draped with emerald-pleated tablecloths. Comfy, oversized couches lined the walls and sat underneath dimly lit lights for a more intimate feel. The large bar that was located in the middle of the lounge had nothing but the best liquor lining the shelves.
“I wasn’t expecting it to look like this on the inside. This place is beautiful,” I said to Niecey as I nudged her on the side.
“Yeah, so are the men,” she responded while sipping on a drink I didn’t even know she had.
“All right now, girl! Will’s not going to kick my ass because you’re in here trying to be a ho,” I laughed.
She smacked her lips. “Girl, please! As of two weeks ago, I’m as single as a dollar bill. So I can talk to as many niggas as I want tonight.”
I didn’t even respond to her crazy ass. She knew damn well she and Big Will would be in each other’s faces and all lovey-dovey tomorrow. Their asses are always breaking up just to make up. I didn’t get it at all, but then again, it wasn’t my problem to understand anyway.
We were taken to a sectioned-off area in the back of the lounge that was more decked out than the room we had just walked through.
This must be the VIP section, I thought to myself as we were led to our table.
Looking around, I could see and tell that there were all types of important people in here. Especially ones with deep pockets.
My eyes scanned the room again and came to a screeching halt when they landed on the chocolate Adonis standing at the minibar talking to one of the waitresses.
“I wonder who that is,” I said to Niecey as I pointed my head into the direction of where h
e stood. Something about him was screaming at my body, face, and pussy. I don’t know if it was the six foot three frame, smooth chocolate skin, pretty white teeth, athletically built body, slanted hazel-colored eyes, or the tapered haircut with the wave action on point.
“Oh, my damn!” I said as I grabbed my titties with one hand and Niecey’s arm with the other. This beautiful creature just gave what to me was a million-dollar smile, which was accompanied by the sexiest set of dimples I’ve ever seen.
“I need to find out who this man is before I leave tonight or this earth. And, yes, if you’re wondering, it’s that serious!”
Semaj
“Nigga, I don’t even know why you dragged me down to this place. Look how long the line is. We are never gonna get in.”
Man, I love my cousin to death, but he could get on my nerves like no one else. We were at this new hot spot in Hollywood called the Lotus Bomb. It opened a few months ago, but tonight was our first night trying to get in. The place was real snazzy too. It wasn’t no ratchet hole-in-the-wall spot either.
The majority of the people here seemed to be the professional type that I needed to be around. I was used to this sort of crowd, so I fit right in.
I was rocking a pair of light washed Diesel jeans with my black Louis Vuitton V-neck shirt. My shoe game was on point as the new black Testoni shoes graced my feet. My dreads were twisted and pulled into a bun, and my chain, watch, and earrings shined just right. I was looking good and smelling even better. Li’l Ray, on the other hand, was hood nigga through and through.
Regardless of our different styles of dress, I had an agenda to stick to. The objective for tonight: Networking.
A chick I used to kick it with told me about this spot. She said if I wanted to jump-start my career in the music industry, this was the place I needed to be.
I had a degree in engineering and a love for producing, so the music industry is where I wanted to be. If I wanted to make a name for myself, I had to meet some of the right people. Hopefully, this would be the place.
We’d been standing in line for almost an hour and were still in the same spot. I was just about to give up and head out when I was stopped in my tracks by the one person who always seems to take my breath away.
“What’s up, Ms. Jay? You look sexy as hell!”
She blushed. “Thanks, J2. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I couldn’t do anything but blush at that moment. Hearing her call me by the nickname she gave me a few weeks ago did something to a nigga. A couple of days after the brief run-in with her little boyfriend, she caught me outside and invited me over again. I was shocked at first but quickly got over it and went to chill with her. We talked about any and everything. From past relationships to favorite childhood games to favorite sexual positions. Not once did I come on to her or vice versa. It was like we were really starting a friendship.
Ever since our first kick-it day, as she calls it, we’ve chilled a few times more. Either I go over to her house, or she comes to mine. When we can’t kick it, we usually text throughout the day, just checking on each other and whatnot. She showed me how she had me programmed in her phone under the name J2. I was cool with that, even though I think she only came up with that nickname because she still forgets my real name.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “Hey, RayShaun!”
Li’l Ray nodded his head, then turned back to flirting with LaLa. They’ve also been chilling kind of heavy in the last few weeks.
“You know me. I’m trying to get up in here and politic with a few people. I was told that this was the place to be for what I’m trying to get into,” I informed her.
“Why were you about to leave then?”
“Sexy face, do you see this line?” She blushed again. “We’ve been out here for an hour.”
“When we talked on the phone today, why didn’t you tell me you were coming? I could’ve got you in.”
“How?” I asked, trying to remember if she ever mentioned this spot in one of our miniconversations.
“Because I know the owner. Come on.”
She motioned for us to follow her, and we all fell in line. I wish I would’ve known that she had the hookup earlier. I just wasted an hour of networking time.
We headed to a door on the side of the lounge. When we got there, she took her phone out of her purse and texted someone. As she was scrolling through her phone contents, I couldn’t help but to admire her beauty. She had the softest caramel skin. Her lips were full, pouty, and pink. Her dark brown eyes were warm and even sexier with the little bit of eye shadow she had on. Those thick thighs, luscious hips, and fat ass were covered by a leopard pencil skirt. The black top that she had on rose high in the front and hung low in the back. You could see a little bit of her flat stomach and tattoo that I didn’t even know she had there until right now. Man, she just screams sexiness, and my dick was getting hard just standing next to her.
All of a sudden, the side door swung open . . . and the last person I expected to see walked out.
“Hey, baby!” JaNair squealed as she gave him a hug. She then pulled LaLa away from whatever conversations she and Li’l Ray were having and introduced her to some Ginuwine-looking nigga.
“LaNiece, this is Jerome’s friend Gerald . . . Gerald, this is my best friend, LaNiece.”
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. He then whispered something into LaLa’s ear that had her blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. I looked over at Li’l Ray who had a fucked-up expression on his face. I just hope this nigga could keep his cool until after we leave this place.
The fuck boy Jerome looked at me and gave his usual smirk. He then grabbed Jay’s hand and headed back into the lounge. I didn’t want to disrespect this man’s establishment or fuck up my networking chances. So before they were fully inside, I called JaNair’s name. She turned around, smiled, and then asked Jerome if we could come in too.
This nigga’s smirk was really starting to annoy me. But I chopped it up and let it go for now. If I had to play nice to jump-start my career, I had no problem doing so.
“Hey, Big Ben!” he called out to the gorilla-looking bouncer. “Take my girl’s little friends to the VIP. Let Shelly know that they can order whatever they want and the bill is on the house.”
I just laughed at this dude. I didn’t want or need him to pay for a damn thing. But since he wants to make himself look good, I’m about to put a dent in this nigga’s pocket.
We all started walking down the hall and entered what I took to be the part of the lounge where anyone can chill. We were then told to go through a sectioned-off part to the left, while Jay, LaLa, and their dates headed to a more secluded spot to the right.
Hopefully, I’ll see her again before the night is over. If not, I’ll just shoot her a text and thank her later.
As of right now, I had some socializing to do.
JaNair
The sun shining brightly through the blinds is what woke me up out of the weird dream I was having.
Why the hell was I dreaming about Semaj? was all I could think about as my eyes focused on the digital clock on the nightstand next to me that read 10:45 in big red numbers.
“Wait! Why didn’t my alarm go off? I’ma be late for school. Shit!” I moaned.
Finally noticing I wasn’t in my own bed, I instantly sat up and pulled the cover over my naked body.
What the fuck happened last night? I thought to myself as I tried to remember.
“So, I treat you to a great night, shower you with gifts, fuck the shit out of you, and you calling this nigga’s name out in my bed while you’re dreaming?” Jerome asked me with a heated glare in his eyes.
I don’t even remember what happened after we left Lotus Bomb last night. I do remember being in the secluded VIP area having a great time with Jerome, his friend, and . . . LaLa. Oh God, where the hell did I leave my best friend?
I reached for my phone on the nightstand but remembered I wasn’t at home so it
wouldn’t be in its usual place. I jumped out of the bed and searched around the room for my purse. I finally found it slung over and partially opened on the bench that sat at the foot of the bed.
“You about to call that nigga?” Jerome spat in my face as he grabbed my wrist trying to get my phone.
“No, Jerome, I’m about to call LaLa to see if she’s good. And let go of my arm. You’re hurting me!” I screamed as he finally let me go.
“Your girl is good. She’s in the guest room with my boy. We all came here this morning after getting something to eat at Jerry’s Deli. You don’t remember?”
I shook my head no and headed back for the bed. As if on cue, my head started to pound and spin at the same time.
“What all did I have to drink last night? My head is killing me right now.”
“You had quite a few shots of Gaviota Tequila. Actually, you drank the whole bottle. Here!” he said as he handed me the two empty bottles.
I swear I loved this tequila. Not only was it smooth, but the bottle that it came in was so beautiful. The bottle was the shape of a woman’s body, minus the head and legs. She had a Coca-Cola shape, with titties and ass. The strapless, heart-shaped minidress accentuated every curve on the bottle and/or body. I already had the bottle with the white dress on at home. I finally had the red and blue dress to add to my collection.
“Thanks, babe.” I gathered my hair into a sloppy ponytail and pinned it up. “Why didn’t you wake me up for class?”
“JaNair, it’s Sunday. But besides all that, why the fuck were you dreaming about that bitch-ass nigga you had me get into the lounge last night? You fucking him too?” he asked as he stepped in my personal space.
“Whoa, Jerome. I need you to watch your tone and back up a few.” He looked down at me and didn’t budge, not one bit.
“Are . . . You . . . Fucking . . . That . . . Nigga?” he asked again through clenched teeth. The scowl he had on his face kind of through clenched teeth. The scowl he had on his face kind of scared me a little bit.
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