CHAPTER SIX
Jaiyanna Munroe’s eyes narrowed, arms folding across her chest as she took in the scene across the club. Club Rich was one of the newest and hottest clubs in the city of Richmond; the crowd nearing capacity in the daytime was a testament to that. Scantily clad women pranced about the club, while men did the most to catch their attention, hoping to snag one to take home. As Yanna sat atop one of the leather couches in VIP, she caught the eyes of several of the men looking to be chosen. Her butterscotch skin was the perfect tone to accompany her platinum blonde hair. The short wavy hairstyle accented her round face and high cheekbones perfectly, giving her an ‘it girl’ appearance. Her long, oiled legs were crossed, causing the white mini dress she wore to rise. She was trying so hard to be unbothered, to put Kas to the back of her mind, to put her one-night romp to the back of her mind, but it was difficult. The only thing succeeding in quelling her thoughts was the shots of tequila she was consuming. She’d barely sobered up from the night before and was well on her way to being inebriated once again.
“Damn, Yanna, the niggas in this section done had eyes on you from the moment you stepped in the building.
Yanna’s head swiveled, finally noticing the men Nisha was speaking about. Different heights, complexions and sizes all waiting for her to give them a chance. Smiling, Yanna downed the shot of Don Julio Nisha handed her, and stood on the couch. Turning her back to the onlookers, she bent over and began to shake her ass to the beat ofPTPOMby Mohead Mike. Nisha hyped her up, joining in and drawing even more attention their way. By the time the song ended and the ladies sat down, there were two men accompanying them on the couch. They’d already ordered another round of shots, and Yanna let the one she’d deemed the finest of the two sit beside her. It didn’t take long before they were cozied up, taking shots together and dancing to the music. The one who sat next to Yanna had ordered bottles for their section.
“Oh shit, Yanna, fine nigga parade at 3 o’clock.”
Yanna glanced ahead to find Kas handing the bottle girl a stack of cash, undoubtedly for the bottles she was carrying. She watched as Kas pointed in her direction, and the bottle girls made their way over. The look on his face was stoic, she couldn’t read him. Kalil and Quan were following closely behind him, both looking like they were silently praying the couple didn’t act a fool. Yanna was also hoping Kas didn’t decide to show his ass. She was way too intoxicated for his dramatics. While she wasn’t the type to fight in clubs over a man, Kas was absolutely the type to fight for the woman he felt possessive over. When he approached them, he leaned onto the railing of the balcony and crossed his hands over his lap. His eyes traveled from Yanna to the man who still had his arm wrapped around her.
“Really, Jaiyanna? This what we doing now?”
“What’s what we’re doing now, Kasra?”
“All in the club hugged up on niggas… where my fucking kids at?”
“Your what?!” Yanna couldn’t help but laugh because Kas was insane.
“You heard what I said. You in here spending money on drinks and hookah, shaking yo ass for attention and letting niggas hug all up on you, but where my kids at?”
“Stop playing with me, we don’t have no damn kids… I don’t have kids with this nigga.” Yanna turned to her dancing partner and affirmed.
“Aye, bruh, that’s my bottle.” The man informed Kas as he poured shots of the Reposado for him, Kalil and Quan.
“I paid for these bottles, nigga, they mine now. Anyway, back to you, baby mumma.”
“Cut the bullshit, Kasra.”
“Wow,” Kalil drawled, tossing his head back. “You gone stand here denying my niece and nephew?”
“Kalil, I know you fucking lying. Not you feeding into his fuckery.”
“Yo, you ain’t shit, Yanna. The lady from the daycare called and told me my son had ringworm, so why you ain’t home taking care of him?”
“You doing all this for nothing. Like, you’re clowned out for real. And I know you haven’t forgotten about your little home video.”
“Nah, don’t try to turn this shit around on me.”
“This yo baby daddy?” The man asked Yanna, surreptitiously sliding back the bottle he’d just purchased.
“Hell no, he’s not!”
“Nah, we just related to the same kids. And our daughter in the house suffering from psoriasis, but she in here shaking ass.”
“I thought the son had ringworms?” Nisha asked.
“That too. She over there giving my kids bad skin, but in the club like she don’t have no responsibilities.”
Kalil and Quan were trying to contain their laughter but exploded when the man gave Yanna a look of disgust before fleeing with his liquor and the hookah. Kas joined in on the laughter, taking a seat where the man had been. He pulled a pre-rolled blunt from his pocket and sparked it.
“You play too damn much. Suppose I was actually trying to talk to that dude. Now he thinks I’m a deadbeat mom.”
“Fuck you mean if you was actually trying to talk to him?”
“I mean exactly what the hell I said. And Kalil, I should slap you for cosigning his antics.”
“If you don’t know nothing else, you should know I’mma clown with my cousin.”
