“No, and I mean it. You can stay and have fun. I’ll see you back at the hotel.”
“Bitch, I’m not staying if you aren’t. We’ll just stay in and watch movies or something.”
They grabbed each other by the hand and left without a fuss. They weren’t pressed to be here, and I found that comforting in a weird ass way. If only these other broads had her elegance, I wouldn’t be so turned off by their presence. An attention begging bitch rubbed me wrong no matter how she tried to disguise it.
The crew walked in front with Kong walking behind me. I had a few lieutenants show with a few of their lackies. It was a good dozen of them showing love. The doors were opened, and they handled the crowd making them part like the red sea. I was able to walk through without any mishaps to the elevators.
Club Sin was shaped like a horseshoe inside and it consisted of three floors. General admission was on the first floor while the second floor hosted VIP guests. There were six booths in total with three on both the left and right. It was also where the DJ was set up. The third floor was usually where I relaxed. It was catered to the celebrities more than anything. They didn’t mind turning up as long as they were put up.
The elevator doors peeled back, and everyone filed inside leaving me and Kong the last to make a move. “Take the booths on the second floor and respect my fuckin’ staff,” I warned them pointing to Nard and Jody specifically.
Them two niggas were thirsty for pussy. You’d think Nard just started touching bread and having a lil’ bit of status the way he acted sometimes. He’d taken his position as a lieutenant over the south side of Miami four years ago. He was well known but that ain’t stop him from running after a hoe. Lil’ Jody was just a nigga following in his brother footsteps. Both horndogs with no home training.
“What we do?” Nard asked showing off a sly grin.
“You heard what the hell I said.”
My staff consisted of nothing but women, even down to the kitchen crew. The bottle girls were pure eye candy. Variety of flavor with all having a body many went to Dr. Miami for. I didn’t put just anything under my name.
The doors closed and the ones next to it opened. Out stepped Mula with her phone in tow and focus locked in on it. She walked directly into my chest before I could move out her way. Shelooked up at me with those grey eyes I admired. She had some of the most beautiful iris’s I ever encountered.
“Shit. I’m sorry Bentley. I was sending off this email and wasn’t paying attention,” she apologized. Mula was the manager of Sin.
“It’s all good. Stop working and enjoy your night LaLa. Them emails ain’t going nowhere.”
“And the second I take a break, chaos will erupt. I’m paid the big bucks to keep your baby running like a well-oiled machine. Since you’re here, I guess I can finally say, happy birthday. Happy birthday big head. Thirty-one ain’t nothing slight,” she stated stretching her arms for a hug.
I honored her request squeezing her body briefly before turning her loose and taking a step back. I was more than respectful to women and never wanted to be labeled as a creep. All it took was that extra second and a lawsuit of sexual harassment would hit a nigga quicker than he could blink. I wasn’t taking them chances.
“’Preciate it, Mama. Who upstairs?” I inquired. I invited a few friends and needed to know who checked in.
“Yung Miami and her crew, Trina and hers, Rick Ross and his, then T-Pain and his. Are you expecting anyone else?”
“Khaled, but he already let me know it was a good chance he would miss it due to a prior engagement. It’s cool. Are they taken care of?” I had every guest set up with bottles and food on me.
“They are. You’re count is at 420. We max out at five without breaking the fire code. After that, it’s on you, boss man. What would you like brought up?” she questioned.
“Two bottles of Louis XIII and whatever this nigga want. Cap it at five. Don’t let nobody else in until somebody kick the boot,” I ordered.
“Got it. Is there anything else I should be aware of before I do my thing?”
“Nah.”
She nodded and was back in her phone. Pressing the button on the wall, the elevator she stepped out of doors opened. I stepped around her and entered it. Kong followed suit after rattling off his order. He stepped on and pressed for the third floor. He waited until the doors were closed before he let some foolish shit fly out his mouth.
“You ain’t hit that yet? I mean, Mula bad as fuck,” he complimented her.
“Hell nah, and ain’t going to. Mula cool and pretty as hell but mixing business with pleasure ain’t my thing. Why the hell you looking at her anyway nigga? Fancy gon’ light yo’ ass up she get wind of that shit.”
“All I did was look. She know I’ll look all day, but touching is a different ball game. I ain’t ever disrespecting my wife like that. As a matter of fact, her and her girls should be on the way here as we speak,” he assured me.
The doors opened to our designated floor, and we stepped off being greeted by the security that guarded the third floor specifically. “Happy birthday boss. Waddup Kong.”
Nodding, I kept walking greeting each celeb that was in the building. They told me happy birthday as well and some even handed over gifts. I was more than appreciative. By the time I made it to my booth that sat in the cul-de-sac of the club, the DJ was on the mic and the spotlight was on me. I was lowkey glad he was getting this shit out the way. I was ready to relax and enjoy my night.
“Yo, yo, yo. We maxed out in this muthafucka right now. Y’all came out showing love to the head nigga in charge. Let me hear you holla for the nigga that gave you yo’ first shot of the night. Happy birthday, Big Bent!”
The crowd went stupid and in black people fashion, they sung me happy birthday. I couldn’t lie, I felt the love, fake, butlove, nonetheless. A bottle girl showed up just in time with me and Kong’s order. I grabbed a bottle of Louie off the tray and raised it in the air. She handed over a mic as well.
