One thing I never got over about Hawk was his mind and ability to make things happen and come up with ideas I never would’ve thought of. I can admit a lot of the money made, and all the clubs and businesses opened, wouldn’t have happened without him. I still look at him as my man because I knew I would never find another like him. He was just off playing house right now with some broke-ass bitch from wherever she came from. I am still hoping that one day he will come back to reality, and we combine our incomes again and be the power couple we were always meant to be. I always knew there would only be a matter of time
Stacy and I were led to our section, and I was irritated to see it was next to a group of gangster-looking types who probably came to Vegas just to scope out women. Men like that always had money from illegal shit, and illegal money never lasted. That was why I preferred men who made money legally.
We sat down and started drinking from the bottles of Jameson, Crown, and a house bourbon I ordered. I knew all of this alcohol would be hard to drink with just me and Stacy here, but I didn’t keep many bitches close to me since that Cyn situation. Women are conniving and secretly envious beings.
“Yo!”
One of the guys in the neighboring section leaned over the railing and spoke to Stacy.
I couldn’t really hear what he said but I heard Stacy’s reply.
“Your homeboy wants to talk to her?” Stacy turned around arching her brow and I walked up closer to them`.
“What does he do for a living? How much money does he have?”
She asked the questions that she knew mattered the most.
He laughed. “Oh, so y’all those types of females? Never mind then.”
He walked away from the rail.
Stacy rolled her eyes and we walked away.
“Girl, they must be broke.”
“They have to be, but I’m not worried about them niggas,” I said, lifting my glass.
I tried to get back into my vibe, sipping my drink, when one of the waitresses walked up to our section holding another bottle of Ace. Her attitude was loud even before she opened her mouth.
“This is for you.”
“And who is it from. If it’s from Proctor, I don’t want it. I’m sure that motherfucker spit in it.” I said with just as much attitude as she had.
“It’s not from Proctor, he would never. This bottle was sent to you by that section next door. Specifically, the dude in the white shirt and black ball cap,” She pointed to the same dudes who we just dissed.
When I looked over, I made eye contact with one guy standing toward the front of the section. He wasn’t talking much, just drinking and watching me.
“Oh, he’s kinda cute,” I spoke out loud.
He had caramel skin and a nice little build on him. He wasn’t my usual type, but I can’t deny ol boy was kind of fine.
“Well, you are not the only person he sent a bottle to tonight but enjoy.”
She placed the bottle down on the table and walked off.
“Girl, I didn’t even see him up there. He is cute.”Stacy said.
“Well, being cute andbeinga good dude are two different things these days. I’ve learned that the hard way with Hawk’s ass. No one looks better than his no good ass.”
“See, that is your problem. You are always comparing niggas to Hawk. I mean, you could’ve been on a yacht in Dubai right now with that African guy we met at the mall the other day, but you turned him down. I mean who cares if he has a potbelly?”
“I did,” I laughed.
“I’m not about to be with somebody who I’m not attracted to. I mean, just think about it. We have babies, and they endup with little matching potbellies just like they daddy. No fuckin thank you.”
She burst out laughing but I was dead ass.
When I looked back at the section, he was staring right at me, so I shook off my nerves and stood up, walking over to him.
