“Yes ma’am. Let me get that for you,” he said quickly pressing the button on the wall.
“Thank you, Maxx.” Another nod was offered before he was back at his post.
The elevator doors opened, and I was face to face with a Latina mami. Her waist was nonexistent, and her hair flowed pass it in its bone straight matter. She was thick in all the right places, and her perfume was potent. I smelled her before she stepped forward.
A smile graced her lips as she said, “Excuse me.”
Stepping to the side, I returned the gesture and entered the elevator after she stepped off. I hit the main floor button, and the doors closed. I was excited to see my girl. She was the one that would make this outing twice as dope. Plus, she loved that nigga of hers, and he gave her the world. Her supporting his craft was nothing new.
The doors opened and I was hit with a cloud of smoke. The first floor was blowing it down. Bypassing the small crowd, I headed for the bar where Niyani and Qwan was supposed to be. I spotted them on the other end ordering drinks already. I trotted over, throwing my arms around Ni the second she was in reach.
“I missed you!” I squealed.
She returned the hug with the same energy. “Bitch, I missed you too!”
I gave Qwan a hug right after before giving my attention back to my girl. “So, we got bottles coming up to the section upstairs. Bentley made sure y’all got enough room to unwind as well. Come on.”
“Hold up sis. Let me say what’s up to everybody first. I’ll meet y’all up there. Baby, go’ head,” Qwan said placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
Grabbing her by the hand, I pulled her through the crowd to the elevators. It felt good being back in the same city as my ace. I shared many laughs and created many memories anytime we were together. This too was going to be a movie.
Pressing the button, we were back on the elevators riding up. Maxx was there to greet us when the doors opened. I stopped and made an introduction. “Bestie, this is Maxx. Maxx, this is my best friend and partial guest of the hour, Niyani.”
“How you doing?” Maxx questioned.
“I’m good. Thanks for asking,” Ni replied.
I ushered her back to the section Bentley, and I occupied earlier only to be stopped by the Latina bitch was in our sectionbouncing them fake ass titties in my man face. Ni tapped me on my shoulder as if I didn’t already peep.
“Who the fuck is Spanish barbie?” Ni asked. I was just as curious as she was.
“I don’t know, but we for damn sure ‘bout to find out.”
The pace of my walk was slow and steady. I monitored Bentley’s behavior more than the hoes. She really wasn’t of my concern. However, Bentley fuckin’ Atkins was ‘bout to be put through the ultimate test. When she went to touch him, he caught her hand and gently pushed it away. A quick head shake followed suit as he pointed directly at me. I had no idea he knew I was near.
One point, Bentley.
She looked over at me, gave me a mean sizing up, and laughed. “What the fuck is so funny?” Niyani yelled across the room. Little did Miss Thang know, she was in danger.
Finally, back in the section completely, I stood in front of Bentley gesturing between him his hoe. “Who’s this?” I inquired.
“Catalina, his bi?—”
Bentley cut off her words with the quickness by delivering a killing glare. He then told her loud and clear, “You ain’t shit to me but a plug, and a bitch I used to lay dick in. That pretty ass muthafucka right there though, that’s all of Mrs. Bentley Atkins. I make good money with you, but for her and her security, I’ll end that shit. Watch how the fuck you talk to her.” He didn’t stutter, he didn’t blink, he didn’t back down from a challenge. I expected a man with excuses. He gave none.
Two points, Bentley.
To test the waters, I repeated the question. Bentley spoke his peace. Now I wanted to see if she was a bitch he could control. “Again, who are you?”
“Catalina Perez, his plug. Nice to meet you,” she said extending her hand in my direction wearing a fake ass smile.
“Bitch please,” Niyani said rolling her eyes. She took the words right out of my mouth.
“Is she needed?” I asked Bentley directed. That eye-to-eye contact was solid. He didn’t break it letting me know how much value he put into our conversations.
“There’s more than one plug baby. Say the word,” he challenged bringing the glass of liquor to his lips. And that eye contact was still intact.
“Is she needed?” I repeated. He was a man that was direct and to the point. I needed him to make it clear to her ass.
