“Heyyy Kas,” Zahra spoke, bending down to give him a hug.
He let his arms relax, not wanting to give her anything close to a hug. “Sup, Zahra. Take a seat.”
“Thank you.”
Zahra and her friends scooted into the section. She took a seat next to Kas while her friends scurried in next to Kalil.
“Since my cousin’s bad-mannered ass isn’t going to do it, I’ll introduce myself. I’m Kalil,” he introduced himself, mainly to Zahra’s friends. He’d already met Zahra at the studio.
“Oh, these are my friends Christina and Jada.”
Kalil was a sucker for a pretty, thick, brown skinned woman, and Jada fit that description perfectly. He shook all three ladies' hands but held onto hers a little longer. Deciding to extend hospitality, Kas offered the girls shots to which they eagerly accepted. With each song that played, Zahra seemed to get closer and closer to Kas. Every time she scooted an inch closer, he scooted two inches away. She was doing everything in her power to get Kas to bite. Bending over and twerking in his face, grabbing onto his arm, and laughing loudly anytime he said anything even slightly funny. She’d even gone so far as to try and drape her legs across his lap, which he politely removed. Tiring of Zahra doing too much, Kas checked his watch, noticing it was approaching midnight. He was over the club and the girlsoccupying his section. Plus, he’d consumed quite a few shots and wanted to get on the road while he could still drive.
“Aye, Kalil, you good?”
Kalil had both arms spread across the back of the couch, eyes glued to Jada’s ass twerking on his lap. “Why? You dipping?”
“Yea, I’m out.”
“Oh, I um, I think I’mma stick around for a while,” Kalil responded, giving his cousin a telling glance.
“Wait. Kas, you’re leaving so soon?” Zahra questioned.
“Yea, I got some shit I need to take care of in the morning, so I’mma take it down for the night.”
“Oh okay. You need some company?”
“Hell nah, I’m straight,” Kas replied, walking past Zahra and giving his cousin dap. “Don’t stay out this bitch by yo self too long.”
“You don’t got to worry about that. Quan on his way up here now.”
“Ight, bet. I’ll see y’all niggas tomorrow.”
Kas left the section and out of the club, not bothering to offer Zahra any more than he already had. If he were being honest, he needed to get away because he wasn’t comfortable with how much he liked her attention. Inside his Jeep, he drove through the city and jumped onto the highway headed for Richmond.
“See, this is why I couldn’t be on one of these reality shows. A bitch touch my belongings and I’m shutting the whole show down!” Yanna spoke animatedly.
“I’m trying to tell you. Zeus would have to change their name or something,” Troi concurred.
They were having one of their sessions where they FaceTimed and watched reality shows together. Their show for that night wasBaddies East,and they were having a time spectating.
“Fuck changing their name, the network would cease to exist. Anyway, are you ready for this shower? Whose idea was it to have a joint shower anyway. It’s called abridalshower for a reason.”
“Girl, I don’t know. Either my mumma or mumma Lay. Maybe they came up with it together. But I’m ready for it though. I’m ready for it all.”
“Me too. I don’t know how Onyx expects me to complete all the shit he has me doing at WCMG on top of my maid of honor duties.”
“You want to ask him?”
“Hell no, leave him where he’s at. I’ll just let him continue to work me to death until I keel over.”
“Girl gone with the dramatics. I know my man is paying you well.”
“Real good, but still he—” Yanna was interrupted by the sound of her front door opening and closing. “I don’t know why I agreed to give that boy a key.”
“Because yo ass ain’t have no fucking choice. That’s why,” Kas answered, walking into Yanna’s bedroom with bags in his hand. He placed the bags on her nightstand and proceeded to take his shoes off. His shirt was removed next, and he climbed onto the bed with Yanna.
“What’s in the bags?”
