“Yo, Tunk. What’s going on, man?”
“Ay, are you busy? I just got a call from Roulette about Boss. I still have a site to cover today. I can’t put this on my load.”
“Shit, I told BK I should’ve stayed local. Me and Summer are out the way for this mid-year anniversary she got me celebrating. I know no one likes to call Art since he’s the least responsible, but BK is in the field, so hit him up once you get him.”
“Hell no. I’ll see if someone can cover. Ain’t no way I’m calling Art. That’s like leaving Boss in the care of a child.” I was cordial with Boss’s whole friend crew, but when it came down to handling Boss when sobriety no longer mattered, Art was not on the list.
“Trust me, I understand. If it’s too bad, let me know. I think it’s time for an intervention.”
“Way past. But, ay, congrats to you and Summer on your six months.”
He snorted. “Thanks.”
The scene I walked into when I finally got to Roulette had me ready to fuck Boss’s ass up myself. There were two ladies on the stage. One whose BBL let me know she was an employee while the other one I remembered far too well from the night at Seventh Heaven. Lourdè didn’t give me stripper vibes then and definitely not now, even if her homegrown, naturally stacked body had the power to draw in the male gaze. Something about her persona told me this wasn’t her type of environment on a regular basis. Not to mention, Lourdè yelled at Boss, who she was familiar with, that she didn’t, in fact, be here all the time.
“Boss, for the last time, I don’t work here. There is nothing to tell him. He knows I’m here,” she stressed as her voice got louder with each sentence.
“Johnni, your ass just worked the fuck outta that gotdamn pole a little too good. It looks like your ass is a gotdamn professional. Q is a cool ass dude and a man of status, he doesn’t deserve no hoe for a wife.” His words were heavily slurred, but clear enough to be understood. One, her name wasn’t Lourdè, and two, she wasn’t a single woman, yet she had been all mine at Seventh Heaven with no nigga in sight.
“Whoa, who the fuck are you calling a hoe, muthafucka! Boss, look, I’m cool with your peoples but I’ma fuck you up if that mouth keeps running!” By now, Lourdè was moving fast towardthe edge of the stage where Boss’s ass stood with a bottle of beer in his hand. The dancer behind thick mama reached out, trying to pull her back, but she snatched out of her hold, pushing her hands out as if she was cool. The menacing glare daring to hide her beautiful features told me she was everything but. I nodded at the manager behind the bar talking to a bartender as I headed toward them.
I was a couple feet away and prayed Boss kept his mouth shut, but of course, he loved to get the last word.
“Q should fuck you up for being here, tossing ass around for a couple dollars, Johnni. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I guess even the high class will do anything for a few bucks and some dick. Here, hoe!” When Boss reached into his pocket and proceeded to throw loose ones, with a few hitting her in the face, I knew shit was about to get worse.
Something flashed in her pretty brown eyes that had me putting a quick step in my motion, catching her just as she went to dive off the stage to attack Boss. The lick intended for him landed right in my damn eye.
“Nigga, you don’t know shit about me. Fuck you, Boss! Drunk ass muthafucka!”
“Ay yo, baby girl, you gotta calm down,” I said, still holding her in my arms while she kicked and fought to get out of my grasp.
“No, you need to get your gotdamn hands off me so I can fuck his ignorant ass the hell up! Boss, you got the right one today.”
“Psst, Tunk, you don’t want this one. She doing it for money,” Boss’s ass said, trying to whisper to me but of course everyone heard him before he busted out laughing at his own non funny joke.
“Nigga, fuck you! Don’t worry though. I’ma whoop your bitch ass for free!”
His words only had Lourdè going wilder in my arms, hitting me in my face again. Between these two, I was over this shit. I had to get a handle on her so I could get his dumb ass out of the club. I did what I could only think of at that moment. I didn’t plan on hopping into my chief mode, especially since it was out of my element, but Lourdè needed direction.
In a low but stern tone, I spoke directly into her ear, taking in her floral apple scent that had my mind trying to make sense of the combination mixing so well. Her light musk added something that had me almost stumbling, but when she bucked in my hold, I gripped her tighter, gaining control again.
“I said chill the fuck out before I take my belt off and put it to use on this ass. If you need me to get you straight, keep playing with me. You already know I’m just the man to do it,” I said through gritted teeth. The gasp thick mama delivered was low, but it was her deep pools stretched wide that had me peering down to see a glimpse of what I assumed to be fear, but something else peeked though.
Yeah, I’m that nigga that had you strapped up and taking my dick this past weekend and ain’t afraid to do the shit again.
I knew I’d fucked up by breaking a rule of the NDA of the club by not only exposing her but lowkey threatening to handle her attitude adjustment offsite too.
“I’ma let you go so I can get this nigga and you better behave. Do you understand me, baby girl?” I took the same tone like I had that night, with Lourdè nodding her agreement. That wasn’t enough for me. No, I wanted to hear her words.
None of this should even matter anymore, especially since I just found out she belongs to somebody else.
Mythoughts acted as a reminder of that detail, but at that moment, having possession of her like this, I didn’t care. I wanted her in the worst and best ways.
“Naw, we communicate with words, baby girl, ‘member? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours,” I said with authority heavy in my tone, still in my zone.
“Y-yes,” she stuttered lowly.
It was a simple answer. But her delivery was everything.
