“Blake, don’t drink shit else. Dead ass because you get annoying as fuck when you get drunk,” Tommie said to my best friend, as she was sitting on the other side of me, puffing on her hookah.
Blake waved Tommie off, and she squeezed into the small spot that was right there between me and Sandy.
“How old is Tank’s cousin, Rico?” Kita asked over the loud music that was in the club.
I laughed because I knew that one of these women were going to ask about Rico. I saw the way that they all looked at him when he walked in. You could smell the money on Rico too. Rico was a young dude, so he was in that era where he was super flashy, always wanting to have his big, Cuban chains around his neck, the bracelets on his wrist, and the overly flashy designer clothes. Because I would lay in bed, and pillow talk with my man, I knew that Tank hated how flashy his little cousin was, and he feared that one of these jealous men out here would catch him slipping one day and try and harm him.
“He’s twenty- two. Kita, that’s damn near a child,” I responded, and when I said that, the rest of the women laughed.
“He looks older though. I thought that he was twenty- seven. I would have did it if he was twenty- seven, but I can’t do twenty- two. Like you said, that’s a child for me,” she voiced. Kita was a beautiful woman, and she was one of those women that came from old money.
Just from knowing her as long as I did, I knew that back when Kita was a little girl, and Free would go over to Kita’shouse for sleepovers, her daddy used to be heavy in the streets. His name was Pac, and Free used to come home, telling us about how big, and fancy Kita’s house was. Kita’s dad was gunned down when she was a senior in high school. Even though he was killed, and a part of the drug business, he was a smart man, that had his money in legal ties as well, owning hotels throughout South Florida. There hotels were calledChapron, and just off that business, Kita would be straight for the rest of her life. She was an only child, and her daddy made sure that she would continue to live a grand life for the rest of her life. So, her asking about Rico wasn’t because she was impressed by the diamonds that was on his neck. She probably just thought he was fine, and was in the mood to waste his time, and hers because Kita was worse than a man when it came to settling down. She refused to do it. Her, and Tommie.
“So, ya’ll wouldn’t date younger?” Sandy wanted to know, and when she asked the question, Free made her way back over. All the spots on the couch where taken, so she sat down on Tommie’s lap.
“It depends how much younger. Are we talking about a couple of years, or a decade? I can’t do a decade, but I can do a couple of years younger,” Blake announced.
“All ya’ll know that the old Dionne would have never dated younger. I liked my men at least fifteen years older than me. For years, that had just been a preference of mine. My mindset has changed though since getting with Tank. You know I’m two years older than Tank,” I said.
“What’s one of the biggest differences with dating a little younger, versus dating the older guys that you used to?” Shay asked me, and when she asked me that question, I found myself laughing.
I knew the number one answer, but I was trying to see if I wanted to share it. I glanced over at my man, who was standingby the railing with the rest of the men that were in the section, and I’m not sure what they were talking about, but each man was tapped in, paying close attention to the conversation that was going on.
“The damn stamina, for sure,” I expressed, and when I did, chuckles filled the section from all the women.
“Oh bitch, do share,” Shay went on, and I smiled, just going to go ahead, and put it out there.
“With the men that I used to date, when we would have sex, we would just do a round or two. With Tank, this man can go. When I say go, I mean goo! Sex with him is always an experience, even the quickies. I’m used to sex being something that’s planned, or talked about, but with him, you never know when that shit is going to happen. Sex is so damn random with him. I got fucked in the parking lot when we got here,” I shared. When I said that, they were laughing and screaming at my revelation.
“Ya’ll, and to think this bitch didn’t want anything to do with him. Ya’ll remember a year ago? The picnic, when we all met him for the first time? She didn’t want to have shit to do with him, now look,” Tommie called me out, and when all the women laughed, so did I.
“Yeah, but that just came with me prejudging him. I didn’t know what to expect. Oh, and another difference is that when I was dating the older guys, I felt like they let me get away with a lot of shit because I was pretty. I didn’t have to cook for them because they would hire chefs. I really didn’t have to do shit. Tank isn’t like that. That is a southern man. You can just tell that he spent a lot of his adolescence around older people. I can’t order take out for him or send a chef to the house. I have to get in the kitchen and cook for him. That’s really the only role he puts on me. I clean up naturally, so it’s not like he’s telling me to cook,and clean. He told me to just fuck him, and feed him,” I blurted, and like I was preaching, they all nodded.
“And see, that’s easy when you think about it. When you have a good man that’s holding it down, taking care of you, making you happy, cooking him meals, and putting pussy on him should come natural. You should want to make sure he’s well fed and well fucked. You going to give him a baby?” Fendi wanted to know, and I just laughed at her question.
“She will. I got ready at her house, and I had to go in her medicine cabinet to get an Advil because I started cramping. Her birth control was sitting right in the cabinet, and she’s been sleeping over Tank’s house all last week. Even when she was taking them, I could see from the pack that she would take one, skip a couple of days, then pick back up. That’s the easiest way to get pregnant,” Tommie said, always feeling the need to tell my business.
“Oh yeah. It’s getting real dangerous now bitch,” Fendi threw out, making me laugh.
“I’ll give him one. I have been messy as hell with my birth control, forgetting to take my pills when I’m supposed to. I only get thrown off the way that I do because these days, I’m always back and forth to his house, and mine. When I go to his place, I sometimes forget the pills at home, and that’s when I get home, and I try to play catch up with the pills. I swear I’m not intentionally doing that. I wouldn’t even want to be pregnant right now. I’m about to launch my business, and Tank and I haven’t even been together a year. Imagine how I’m going to look pregnant with his baby. We haven’t been through all the seasons yet,” I responded, and when I said that, Blake looked at me like I was crazy.
“You’re going to look like a woman that’s in love with her man and gave him a baby. Dionne, it’s not like you’re going to be having a baby by a bum. You have yourself a handsome, wealthyman, and he treats you right. That man respects his mother, and his grandma, and you know those are green flags because the way a man treats the women in his life will always determine how he’s going to treat you. Keep leaving those pills at home, boo. We trying to be aunties,” Blake said, and we all laughed.
About two minutes later, the bottle girls were making their way back over to our section, coming over with more bottles. The DJ had been playing Lil Baby, but when the bottle girls made their way from the back of the club, blowing their whistles, and having the signs, and the bottles in the air, that’s when the music changed, and he started playing Trina, Da baddest bitch.
“Ay, we got motha fuckin Dionne in the building tonight. No shade to Tank, but I used to try and holler at her back in high school. Shout out to the finest chocolate barbie that I know. Bougie as a motha fucka, pretty as hell, and she’ll go down in history as being one of Miami’s finest. We celebrating Dionne tonight. She cooking up some shit, and she’ll share it with the world in due time. Shout out to Dionne, and motha fuckin House of Henry,” the DJ, whose name was Mark said into the mic, as the Trina song continued to play.
All I could do was laugh, and shake my head, and pray to God that Tank found it funny the same way that I did, and didn’t try to go over there, and kill him.
I went to school with Mark. He has been crushing on me since we were freshmen in high school, and I would never give him the time of day. Mark was one of those kids that used to gang bang, always getting suspended from school, and he used to sell drugs with his friends. A typical hood dude, and he just wasn’t my type. After high school, it was no surprise that with the lifestyle Mark and his friends were living, he ended up spending time in prison. He came home a few years ago, got serious about DJ’ing, and these days, he was one of the biggest DJ’s to come out of Miami. I was proud of him.
All eyes on the club were on me. Blake, who was sitting next to me, she pulled my arm up, making me stand up, and with the drinks that that I had been sipping since I got here, it made me turn up a little bit, so even with this bougie lifestyle that I lived, I was still just another down south girl from Miami, who know how to shake my ass, so with the music playing, I put my knees on the couch, shook my ass a little bit, and my friends were hyping me, phone in hands, watching me have my moment. My man had come over too, and with him being my biggest fan that he was, his phone was out as well, smiling, watching me have my moment, not stopping me by being one of those insecure men that didn’t want their lady out in public dancing.
The bottle girls made their way over to our section, and they brought over three bottles of Don Julio. Tank pulled me into him, having me stand right in front of him, giving him my back, while he wrapped his arms around me, and leaned his head into the crook of my neck.
“We about to take shots. Everybody come over here, so that we can take shots with boss lady,” Tank yelled out, turning his head, so that the men could come over.
The bottle girls opened the bottles, pouring shots into all the shot glasses. They went around, putting Don Julio into everyone’s cup. I held mine in my hand, and Tank held his up in the air, while he kept his arm wrapped around me, planted right there on my flat stomach, and I had my hand that wasn’t holding onto the shot glass, on his arm. I was literally melting against him. So damn in love that I kissed up his arm, waiting for us to take the shot.
