"Care to order?" the server asked, leaning in Swift's ear.
Her breasts sat up high, firm like she'd had them made by God's hands inside of her half t-shirt and shorts — if she wanted to call them shorts — that barely contained her ass.
"Money!" Swift called out, ignoring her. He frowned at the sight of her horse teeth that she appeared to have manufactured in a lab. "You're ordering?"
"Nigga, get me whatever you get yourself." Money then pulled out a huge wad of cash and took a step down closer to the stage.
Swift instantly thought of Starlah. Even if he wasn't speaking to her, he wasn't sure if she was eating.
"Let me get three orders of lemon pepper wings, two garlic parmesan chicken wings, and two fries."
"Anything to drink?" She batted her eyes and giggled, causing him to grimace. Her baby hairs looked as if they'd been tattooed on her forehead, and her eyebrows made her look like she was permanently surprised. He'd curse Starlah out if she even tampered with her natural beauty.
"Bourbon and whiskey, top shelf."
She chewed her gum like a cow, grinning when Swift sat back and watched his cousin sliding bills over Candyland, who was on her back, her legs in a V shape. Tidal Wave, though, was working the hell out of that pole as she flipped and stopped, then flipped again until she slid all the way down the pole into a split. After five features, the amateur show started.
Outside the wings, Swift was miserable. Money was next to him, getting a lap dance, while Quick shouted them out. Swift was used to money, women, cars, and all. Even though he hadn't finished college or garnered any accolades that could land him in the NFL, he had it all. He had learned that what mattered themost wasn't material items since he'd come to Pellum. It was love.
"Aye, hold up."
Swift frowned and flicked off the stripper who'd flipped her hair, and it brushed against his leg. Money was almost on his back as she rode him while he motor-boated her breasts. She was Latin, too, and whispered in her native tongue, Spanish, in Money's ear.
"Nigga, I have me a mamacitaaa!" Money sang, dry humping her from underneath.
This was one of the times Swift wished he'd driven his own car. Not only did he miss Starlah, but he missed Papa, too, even Chevy. He stood up to make his way to the restroom when Quick entered the VIP section.
"Damn, Swift. You look mad as hell." He bit his lip when two strippers, one on each side, slid their arms in between his. "I'm about to take them to a private room. You want in?"
"Naw. I'm actually ready to clear this shit, but Money's about to marry Jennifer Lopez over there," he teased.
"Oh, I got him. You trying to head out?"
"Let me ask him. He has the keys."
Luckily for Quick, Swift trusted him with his cousin. He also knew where Quick's mother and sister lived, so he'd make good on any promise if one hair was touched on his cousin's head. Quick had seen him in action, but even if he hadn't, Swift had no understanding when it came to family. He'd send Quick home to his mother in a pine box.
"Yo, Money. Quick's set is up. He said he could bring you back to Pellum. You're ready to go or finish up with Shakira?"
Money cackled when he called the stripper, Pina Colada, Shakira, the singer. Before he answered, he felt his cellphone vibrating. It was easily two o'clock in the morning, causing him to panic.
Swift fished out his cell, and his breath hitched. It was Starlah.
Star's the Limit:
I miss you. Can't sleep. You're coming home tonight?
"Hell yeah."
Swift didn't care if he moved to the beat of Star's drum or if he was called pussy whipped. He'd tried ignoring her, but after hours of sitting around pussy and not wanting even to sample any, he knew exactly why.The love bug had bitten, so Swift was headed back to Pellum, with or without Money.
Two WeeksEarlier
"Thanks for coming," Logan expressed, then took a deep breath. "It took me some time to go through the will and follow through on a few other things, but now that I have what I need, it's time to discuss next steps."
"I just need to know why Braelyn is here."
Star had barely looked at Braelyn, but once Colt came over and told her he had to rush her to the hospital and that she might be carrying his baby, she'd been walking around like she'd been gut-punched by life.
