“Your money isn’t needed. I’ve managed to take care of them on my own with no issues. You can use that money to trick on your hoes and buy some new chains. I’m sure it’ll be better spent that way.” Yes, I was being petty, but I didn’t care. He wanted to handle me like some groupie off the street, then I would do him the same.
“You heard what the fuck I said. I’m not tryna cuss around my kids, so I’ma let you make it, but keep that same energy when I see you face-to-face.”
“Yeah, whatever. Take care of my kids, and call me when it’s time to do the trade-off.”
“I don’t know where your kids are, but our kids are having the time of their life. I see you have your titties out, so you must be getting ready to hit the streets. Who knows. Maybe you’ll find a nigga who can fuck that nasty ass attitude out of you. It’s not a good look, ma,” Keynauri retorted with a smirk.
“You might be onto something. I’ve never experienced good dick before. Tonight might be the night to change that,” I shot back. A smile graced my face while I saw his fade. He swiped his tongue across his teeth as he nodded.
“You got it. I hope it’s worth it, too. Because I would hate for you not to enjoy your last fucking night on Earth. Get the fuck off my phone, Cocoa.”
He hung up on me before I could respond, but I was satisfied. Keynauri knew how to get under my skin in a way no one else could, so it was nice to know I still had the same effect on him. Plus, he called me Cocoa, and for some reason, it made me smile.
I double-checked to make sure I had everything I needed before sending a message to Nova to let her know I was on my way to her. A girls’ day was exactly what I needed.
“Nova, I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” I whined as we pulled up to the club. Nova insisted we end our night in a nightclub, turning up.
“Let your hair down and live a little. I understand you’re a momma, but you’re also a bad bitch. You’re not even thirty yet, and you act like a granny. How are you gonna find a rich nigga to sweep you off of your feet if your ass never goes outside, sis? Make it make sense.”
“You have a point, even though I’m sure I don’t want a man to do anything for me besides give me a couple of nuts,” I insisted.
After the demise of my relationship with Que, I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to try dating again. He called me every day to try toexplain, but I eventually blocked him because there was nothing left to talk about. His momma called me, too, and I hated having to cut her off. The twins weren’t the biggest fans of Que, but they adored his momma. It was another reason I was no longer interested in dating because I didn’t like the idea of having people come in and out of their lives. “Yes. You need a big-dick baller to knock the lining out of your pussy so you can forget all about your baby daddy.”
“Girl, fuck you. He is the last person on my mind. I’m sure he has plenty of bitches in rotation to occupy his time anyway.”
I flipped Nova my middle finger as we crossed the street to get to the club. The line wrapped around the building, and I groaned internally. We never stood in the lines, because Nova usually had some kind of connection, and I prayed tonight would be no different. The clear heels on my feet weren’t made for standing long periods of time.
“Damn, where are y’all headed? Why don’t you come inside with us? We have a section and plenty of bottles,” a random man called out to us. When I glanced over to his direction, I noticed him walking toward the club with a group of men. They were all dressed in designer and easy on the eyes. I wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone, but if it would allow us to cut the line, I would agree to anything.
“What do you think? Do you want to chill in their section? If you don’t feel comfortable, we can always move around once we get inside,” Nova expressed.
“Umm, I guess it’s okay. They look good, and we won’t have to spend our own money.”
Nova and I never opened our wallets whenever we stepped out, but it didn’t happen very often because I rarely left my kids.
“Lead the way, little daddy.” Nova purred.
“Ain’t shit little about me, ma. Bring your fine ass over here,” he replied.
The man talking to Nova was cute with his light brown skin, deep waves, and iced-out grill. There were tattoos all over his exposed skin, including a few on his face. It didn’t take away from how handsome he was, but I could tell he was probably giving some poor woman hell. Maybe a few of them.
A couple of his friends were trying to get my attention, so I smiled to be polite. We breezed right past the security, and we were escorted to the section.
We trailed behind the men as they stepped inside of the large section. There were already a few men sitting around and a few women standing off to the side. They greeted their people and introduced us to a couple of folks before we took a seat on one of the couches.
“We have Patrón, Crown Royal, and Don Julio. There are plenty of chasers on the tables, but if there’s something you want that isn’t on the table, ask one of the waitresses to get it for you,” Nova’s new friend, Shada, informed us. I glanced down at his watch and admired the diamonds on it. I had seen enough knockoffs to recognize the real deal. If nothing else, it was clear he was getting money.
“Did he go up yet?”
“Naw, they had a couple of other folks come out. I think he’s up next, though.”
The men talked amongst themselves as I sat there observing. Nova took it upon herself to fix us drinks. "Here you go, boo. Let’s cheer to a good fucking night!” Nova held her cup up, waiting for me to hold mine up.
“Cheers!”
We both took our first drinks down with no hesitation. I would never get too fucked up around strangers, but I planned to get tipsy. After our second drinks, we got up and started dancing to the music. I did a cute little two-step as the liquor settled in my system. Within thirty minutes, Nova and I were twerking on thecouch. The men in the section cheered us on, but my attention wasn’t focused on them. The vibes were good, the drinks were strong, and the music was on point.
“Damn, lil’ mama. I didn’t realize you knew how to move like that,” one of Shada’s friends commented after we finally climbed down from the couch. I’d admit, he was good-looking. His rich, dark-skinned face illuminated under the club lights, aligning with his perfect white teeth at the top. The bottom was covered by a diamond grill with gems. His locs were piled on top of his head and I wanted to run my hands through them. My eyes racked over the fine, tall specimen as if he were a work of art, and he noticed right away.
