“When you meet the right person, all that shit will change,” he assured but I waved him off. I wasn’t on that. My focus was on stacking bread and ensuring the organization remained untouched.
After an hour we ran through two bottles and a zip, a nigga was faded. I let Chez know that I would be back because I needed to run to the restroom. The security team surrounded me and escorted me.
“Can I help you in there, Loco?” One of the hoes that followed us asked.
“What you gon’ do, baby? Shake for me?”
“If that’s what you need me to do.”
I laughed and shook my head before entering. One of the guards tried coming in claiming he’d stay outside the stall but wanted to come in just in case. I respectfully declined, lifting my shirt to show him that I was always strapped and straight by myself. Only reason I even had a security team was because Sy’s ass would complain if I didn’t.
Walking over to the sink when I was done, I washed my hands then grabbed some paper towels to dry them before exiting to an even bigger crowd outside of the door. The shit was crazy because a nigga wasn’t doing shit but pissing, and people were still there with their phones out.
I walked through the sea of people, following security back to the section. I fell back onto the couch I was sitting on before and immediately started to roll another blunt. I was gon’ smoke one more before taking my ass back to the room.
“Loco,” a slim, light skin chick approached, cheesing hard as fuck, pointing to the seat next to me. “Can I?”
I took a pull from my blunt and eyed her. She was cute enough, so I nodded. She wasted no time sitting her ass down close as fuck to me. I had to scoot over some because she was pressed right up against a nigga.
“I’m Quasha.”
“Word.” I nodded. I didn’t give a fuck what her name was, only if she was sucking dick tonight or not. I wasn’t trying to get to know her ass past that.
“So, are you?—”
“You tryna get up outta here?” I asked, cutting her ass off. I could immediately tell she was about to go down a path that I wasn’t going with her ass. I wasn’t gon’ ever see her again after dicking her down, so I wanted to save us both the time.
“Oh, yeah, sure,” she stood with me, grabbing her things.
I went over to dap Chez and his people up, letting them know that I was out. Ol’ girl followed closely behind me as I exited the section. I told security that she was good when they tried stopping her, then we made our way through the crowd.
As soon as we got outside, I noticed two pretty ass girls standing off to the side. The taller one was clearly drunk because her ass was barely able to stand up, while the short, pretty one was assisting her. My breath was taken the fuck away when she glanced our way once she noticed us. Her eyes stretched wide, more than likely realizing who I was.
Hell, I was sure that the look on my face mirrored hers. I’d never seen a bitch prettier than her. She was short as fuck, no taller than about five feet two or three, but that bodywas banging. She was wearing a shirt that showed off her flat stomach, some little ass shorts with ass peaking from the back, and some heels, showcasing her French pedicure. I knew what it was because I’d been to the salon with my mama a few times and that’s what she got. I was a sucker for pretty feet, so the sight had me salivating.
Her body and pretty feet weren’t even what had a nigga though. It was her face. She was fucking gorgeous without even trying and it didn’t look like she had on makeup either. If she did, she or her makeup artist did a good ass job because I damn sure couldn’t tell. It looked like all she had on was some red lipstick, making her heart shaped lips look that much better.
I found myself wanting to kiss that little ass button nose and to count the freckles on her pretty ass face. Her caramel skin was flawless with tattoos on her arm and one going up her side, underneath her shirt. It was crazy how much attention I was paying, but I was etching every detail of her in mind.
“The cars ready, sir.” One of the security guards interrupted, tearing my attention from baby girl.
“Aight, go ahead,” I pointed to the car, glancing back at ol’ girl from the club. “I’ll be back.”
I didn’t wait for either of them to reply before I started in the direction of the two women. Baby girl, yanked on her friend saying something to her while trying to play it cool as I approached.
“What’s up, ladies?”
The taller one’s head shot up when she heard my voice, and just like her friend earlier, her eyes stretched wide. “Loco?!” She asked excitedly. “What the fuck!”
“In the flesh.” I smirked. “What y’all on?”
“We’re on whatever you’re on,” she answered, as the shorter one elbowed her and I laughed.
“We’re just waiting on our car,” baby girl replied.
“Word, what’s your name?”
“Diamond.” Her friend quickly answered, nudging her forward.
