“Alright, everybody got one. We’re here tonight to celebrate my baby, man. I’m so fuckin proud of her. She locked in and kept this business venture away from everybody. I be all up in her fuckin business, not giving her any room to breathe, so I gotta give her the credit that she deserves, and let her know that shedid a damn good job at keeping this away from me. I know I told you this shit in private baby, but daddy so fuckin proud of you. I can’t wait to see what you do with House of Henry. You going to have the whole world sleeping in your line. Cheers to my baby, man,” Tank finished, and it had to be the drink because I found myself getting emotional with his words.
It was one thing for him to pour his love into me in private, which is something that he would do all the time, but for him to stand here, and do it in the middle of the club, in our section, with all my friends, and his friends standing around, that was something totally different.
A lot of times, men wouldn’t show their soft side in front of other people, too scared that it might make them look soft, but my man didn’t care about that, and that’s the part that made me a little emotional.
I wasn’t a shot girly like that, so I would always struggle with taking mine. Tank reached his hand out, putting it at the bottom of my glass, forcing me to finish it.
“Down that shit, baby. You got it,” he coached me, and I finished it, clutching my chest afterwards because it was so strong.
“Good girl. You gotta take a couple of more before the night is over with,” he said in my ear, and then he kissed it.
Tank pulled me away from my girls, taking me over to the railing. He posted with his back against the railing, while I wrapped my arms around his waist, and like we were in the privacy of his bedroom, or mine, his large hands went for my ass, squeezing it a little bit. Tank had been smoking and drinking, so his eyes were a little red, and they were low.
He was watching me like he wanted to eat me alive. That’s the look that he gave me when we pulled up to the club, as I had been sitting in the passenger seat, applying a new lip gloss coat because it smeared on the way over here because of the kissesthat we kept exchanging each time that we would get to a light. That look is what had him pulling the car into the back of the lot, where we exchanged in a quickie, and I walked inside the club like nothing ever happened.
The outfit that I had on tonight was straight trouble, so I fully understood why he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I wore black, leather shorts, and the shorts were tight, and short on me, so just a little of my cheeks were out. It hugged at my hips, showing the way my slim body curved. The top that I wore was a lace-up corset style vest. It was black, and fitted, so my tiny waist was on full display. The star of the show were a pair of black, knee high, pointed toe Balenciaga boots that I just pulled out of the box tonight for the first time. My man bought me these a couple of weeks ago when he took me shopping.
I smelled good. The ladies had been asking me all night which scents I’d mixed because they all knew that I’ve never been the type to wear just one scent. I liked to blend.
My make-up was flawlessly done, and I’d styled my hair in a middle part, with curls, giving me a roller set look.
“Ima beat the DJ ass,” he said, and I chuckled because I knew that he wasn’t going to let that slide. I expected him to bring it up. It wouldn’t be like him if he didn’t say anything about it.
“I knew you were going to bring that up. I don’t want him. I didn’t want him in high school when he always tried to shoot his shot. I just want you,” I assured him, leaning my head in, and I placed kisses on his lips.
Tank ate my words up, kissing me back, and I eventually pulled away from him. I thought that he was going to let me go, so that I could go back over with my girls, but he just turned me around, so that I could face the club, and everything that was going on. He stood behind me, pressed up against me, nodding his head to the loud music that was playing.
Two minutes into us being posted up, my eyes landed on these two dudes that were sitting at the bar. I didn’t know them, but they were looking up here at Tank. Tank was too busy in his own world, wrapped up with me, nodding his head to the music, that he wasn’t paying the dudes that were beneath us any attention. Seeing the way that they were looking up at my man, made me a little unsteady, so I turned my head around, so that he could see me, and when I did that, his eyes dropped, settling on me, trying to read me.
“What happened, beautiful?” he wanted to know.
“Don’t make it obvious but look over at the bar. Do you know those two dudes? They’re looking at you,” I let him know.
I watched the way his eyes cut over to the bar, trying to be discreet, so that he could see the dudes that I was talking about. He looked for about two seconds, and then he glanced back over at me.
“Yeah,” was all he said.
“Who are they?” I wanted to know.
“Some niggas that Rico into some fucked up business with. Don’t worry about them. They not on shit,” he let me know, and then he kissed me hard on my neck.
From the way his kiss held a little aggression to it, I could tell that he was worked up over seeing those dudes down below, even though he tried to shrug it off, and pretend that it wasn’t a big deal. I wanted to ask more questions, and find out what was really going on, but I knew that it would just stress me out, so I left it alone.
I was having a good day today, and I wanted it to remain that way.
As me, and Tank were hugged up with each other, Rico came over. He tapped Tank on his arm, and even though I couldn’t hear what Rico was saying to Tank, I knew that it was something regarding the men that were downstairs. It was the way hepointed his finger, and Tank nodded his head. They left the situation alone after that.
For the next few hours that we stayed in the club, it was nothing but good vibes. We ended up leaving a little after one in the morning, and as we were walking out, Tank was behind me, with his arms wrapped around me in a bear hug, as I was trying my hardest to walk normal. I was a little tipsy. Hanging with my girls, and my man, they had me taking shots back-to-back, so that I could really celebrate tonight, and my body wasn’t used to that.
As we were walking, I reached my hand back, digging in the jeans that Tank was wearing, so that I could retrieve the keys. I was ready to get my ass home.
“You drunk?” Tank asked me, and I just giggled at his question.
“I’m there,” was all I could say, and he laughed, while taking his arms from being wrapped around my shoulders, and he lowered them, putting them on my waist, still allowing me to lead the way.
We’d all sort of split up. Free and June left before we all did because my sister had gotten fucked up, so June took her home. Blake arrived tonight with a driver, so the whole time that we were here, the driver had been outside, waiting for her. I already hugged her, telling her goodnight, and to text me when she got home. Tommie left too. The rest of the women that didn’t come with a date, had drove together, and they made sure to allow Kita to be the designated driver, since she wasn’t fucked up.
Rico was gone as well, so it just left Tank and I having this moment to ourselves, walking to the car. I had been smiling, as I listened to the sweet nothings that he was whispering into my ear, but the second we reached the car, and I saw who was parked next to us, my smile quickly faded. The dudes that had been downstairs at the bar were parked next to Tank’s car. Idon’t know if this was supposed to be some kind of bullying tactic from them, but there had to be other spots that they could have chosen to park at. Instead, they parked right next to Tank’s car, and they were sitting on the hood, each smoking a blunt.
