So he saw me,she thought.
“Aren’t you here with him?” Stassi asked, confused.
“Day and I are friends who fuck. Sometimes we’re friends who fuck friends. He says you wouldn’t be his friend, so I said, well let me make her mine,” Livi stated. Stassi downed her entire drink and then motioned for the bartender to prepare another.
What the fuck?
Livi’s giggle was the most seductive laugh she had ever heard. “Tonight’s going to be fun, Stassi. Trust me.”
“I don’t know you to trust you,” Stassi answered.
“So let’s change that, mama. Come on, let’s go to the booth. The regular people section makes me itch,” Livi answered.
Stassi wasn’t sure she had ever seen anyone more glamorous than Livi. Head-to-toe designer, long lace front weave, with a face beat that was so well done, not even her lip gloss was left on the champagne glass she sipped. She was an industry girl and exactly the type she would expect Day to go for.
“We’re over here,” Livi said as she linked her pinky finger with Stassi’s to lead her through the crowd of men.
Day didn’t even look her way as she sat. When she looked around, she noticed the weed and pills that filled the section. They were living a rock star lifestyle.
“Don’t ever fuck with none of this stuff. That’s not for you,” Livi said.
“Is it for you?” Stassi wondered. She couldn’t help but assume that Livi was high off something.
“Absolutely not, babe. My addiction is powerful men and money. You’ll never catch me with powder around my nose,” Livi said. “But that’s how these niggas move. This is how the upper class blows off steam.”
“Oh,” Stassi said, her eyes involuntarily going to Day who was in the center of the section and clearly enjoying the vibe as he slapped hands with another man who came up to greet him. She wondered if he did hard drugs. She knew he smoked, but pills…cocaine…they were instant turn-offs, and she couldn’t help but be disappointed.
“Sex,” Livi stated.
Stassi’s confusion was evident as she turned to Livi.
“Day is here for pussy and money. There is no in-between with him. He’s the money man, and his fetish is women.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Stassi asked.
“Day and I go way back. It’s not about money with us. He’s just not the type of man to take something from you without giving you something in return. He always makes sure I’m straight.”
“So you’re his…”
“Friend.” Livi shrugged. “We’re grown, and we’re friends. Everything doesn’t have to be complicated, Stassi. Sometimes, you just choose to go with the flow and have a good-ass time.”
Livi moved Stassi’s hair out the way, and goosebumps formed on Stassi’s neck. “You really are gorgeous.”
Stassi blushed. “You’re legit making me nervous,” Stassi said, a titter falling from her lips.
Where the fuck is Charlie?
“Yo, Livi! You know I got whatever you need. You looking good. When it’s feel-good time, you know what I got for you,” he said. “None of that bullshit that’ll leave you lifted either.” He picked up the bowl of pills that sat in the middle of the table. “You don’t know what the fuck this shit is. Fentanyl bullshit. I got you if you need it.”
Stassi was thrown off at the random presence of a man as he sat down between them, making himself comfortable, too comfortable, and he was sitting too damn close.
“We ain’t on that,” Livi answered, standing and nodding for Stassi to follow suit. “Come on, babe. There’s a private bar in the VIP suite upstairs.”
Stassi stood, grabbing her clutch, before following Livi through the crowd. When they passed Day, he stopped Livi, pulling her close and whispering something in her ear. Stassi waited for acknowledgment, for a hello at least, damn he had invited her, but he gave up nothing. He just glanced her way before turning back toward the crowd of partygoers below.
“Wow,” Stassi scoffed. Day turned back to her. His glare was filled with annoyance, with shock, and with awe.
“You got sum’n to say?”
