Page 18 of Furthest From Perfect

Han’some leaned toward me with a grin. “You hear that? I’m a part of the family now.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist to hug him tightly. “Yes, you are. You will never be alone again,” I assured him. He placed the sweetest kiss on my third eye, and I heard God say that all was well. I sank into that ease for the rest of the evening, because I believed my bond with Han’some would only get better from here.

A cacophony of heels clacked against the floor of the lobby. Tonight, Galaxy had a club appearance at Royale, and she’d invited me to come along. After officially meeting Han’some, my parents were no longer questioning our marriage. So, when she asked me to come, I couldn’t refuse. It was my first night of real freedom since moving out, and it was already so sweet I felt intoxicated.

I’d worked for Han’some earlier in the day because he had a radio interview in Charlotte. He was supposed to stay the night there before coming back tomorrow. That made it the perfect day for a girls’ night out. Galaxy was okay with me inviting my cousins, so they were waiting in the lobby for us when we got downstairs.

I rushed toward them, seeing they were busy taking each other’s pictures. “That skirt and heels combo is chef’s kiss,” I complimented Merci, kissing the tips of my fingers for emphasis.

Tossing her wavy hair over her shoulder, she grinned widely. “Arrogant, much? She knows she put this fit together. Ho just complimenting herself,” she quipped to Marni, who stood by giggling.

She joined her sister in teasing me. “You know she got the big head now.”

I waved them off. “Whatever. Take my pictures before the driver gets here.” I handed my phone to Marni, and for the next five minutes, the lobby was filled with us all taking pictures.

When the driver arrived, Galaxy’s manager came over to get us. Because it was a total of ten girls, she’d rented out a Mercedes Sprinter van. I strutted toward the pink lights, ready to have a good night. “Oh, that walk is nasty,” Marni noted from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder to see she was recording me.

I winked with a grin, grabbed the railing, and climbed the stairs to the Sprinter. I walked straight up to the pole and gripped it with a spin. Dropping into a squat, I bounced my ass to the beat of the blasting music. All the girls hyped me up, and the night was off to a good start.

Before we pulled off, Galaxy forced everyone to take three shots a piece. I didn’t drink often, so I had a good little buzz by the time I sat between my cousins. Marni tapped her phone against mine to send me what she’d recorded. “This is my favorite picture, sis. You should send this to your man.”

I pulled up the photo she was talking about on my phone and considered it. Maybe it was the liquor making my body hum or the fact I felt like I looked perfect in my outfit tonight, but I sent the photo as an attachment to Han’some.

Hubby:

*one attachment*

Opening my Instagram app, I pulled up the video of me walking then added “I Need Us” by Rob49 and Loe Shimmy to play over it. Without overthinking it, I posted it to my story in time to accept another shot. I was still gagging from the bitter taste when we arrived at Royale.

All the girls filed off the bus one by one, and everyone was a ten. My cousins took up positions on either side of me as we followed the rest of them inside. The bass was thumping, and it was so thick in there I was glad we were headed to a private section. Lifting my phone, I did a quick boomerang of the club then posted it.

From the bottles to all of us smoking hookah or shaking our asses, I posted it all with a grin. I was truly having the time of my life and couldn’t believe it took this long to finally experience this side of living. When “Slob On My Nob” came on, I started throwing my ass while leaning on the balcony railing.

“Know a little freak in Hollywood, sucks on dick, does it real good,” I rapped along right before the DJ mixed in a song by Juicy J. I really started to go crazy then as something otherworldly took control of my body.

It was like I transcended to another dimension as hundreds of dollar bills floated through the air, smoke billowed from machines, and laser lights bounced off all the walls. I couldn’t tell what time it was or how many shots we’d taken; however, I don’t think I sat down not even one time.

No one could tell me a thing while I did everything the songs said to. So many hands rubbed on my ass I couldn’t tell you where they were coming from. All I knew was one minute I was twerking on my head, and the next, I was upside down in the air.

It took me a minute to realize someone was carrying me on their shoulder. I could see shocked expressions on my cousins faces as they got further and further away until I couldn’t see them anymore. At some point, I felt humid air slap me in the face, and the world spun in a circle when I was placed on my feet.

Once everything leveled out, I glanced up to find a very angry Han’some standing in front of me. “You didn’t see me calling your phone?” he questioned me with a stern tone.

I shook my head, then dug in my purse to find my phone was nowhere in sight. “I don’t even have it,” I whined. “Where’s my phone? You made me drop it carrying me out like that! Why would you embarrass me like that?” I began beating on his chest, which only made him laugh.

He mushed my head to the side. “Your ass is drunk as fuck. Your phone is in your pocket, drunk boots.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist, not even having the energy to check and see if what he said was true. If he said my phone was in my pocket, then that was where the hell it better be. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was so handsome. I puckered my lips for a kiss.

“Nah, go kiss them niggas you were throwing ass for,” he quipped with a scowl.

I shrugged, let him go, and turned like I was walking back inside the club. He threw me right back over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing, then tossed me onto the back seat of a truck. “Please take us home before this girl make me catch a body tonight.”

I straightened myself out then straddled his lap. “How did you get here?” I wondered in a spaced-out tone.

“I did ninety on the interstate ’cause you got me fucked up. You showed your muthafuckin’ ass tonight. Literally. Can’t believe you around here acting like you never been outside before.” He shook his head disappointedly. “You’re a married woman now. You can’t be turning up like that unless it’s with me.”

“I literally have never been outside before,” I reminded him. I palmed his face so that he could stop spinning. Leaning forward, I placed a sloppy kiss on his lips that made my pussy come alive. His hands roamed over my curves until they found a home, cupping my ass cheeks. I moaned in his ear and whispered, “I want you.”