by Natavia
She got me caught up in the moment
Only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning…”
I swayed my hips as Rick Ross performed. We had V.I.P on lock, and surprisingly everyone was getting along. We had bottles of Dom Perignon, Ace of Spades, and Grand Marnier flowing throughout the night. I was having a ball. I needed this.
“OWWW, bitch! Watch where you dancing with those big ass feet!” Raja screamed at Tataliscious. He started to look around.
“What you looking for?” Quayla asked him.
“Snow White and the six dwarfs, it would be seven but they left one behind!” he snapped.
Tataliscious never found out about Jamal and me, and I was glad he didn’t. I still got sick sometimes just thinking about that shit. I was pissed there were no bullets in that gun. I was going to light his ass up like Vegas lights. A part of me really wanted to kill his nasty ass. There were so many down low brothers out here fucking around with that killer bug.
Quayla laughed. She was a pretty girl. She resembled Megan Good, even had the hairdo and shape like her. I really hadn’t said too much to her just cordial conversations here and there. No one would ever understand and I wasn’t trying to go back down memory lane.
“You know what you Dennis Rodman looking bitch? Fuck you with an AIDS infected dick! Your colorful ass always got some shit to say. That’s why none of your down-low niggas want to be seen with your “Holiday Heart” looking ass!” Raja screamed in her squeaky voice.
“Y’all chill the fuck out!” Cam shouted. I was posted up like Kermit sipping my tea; this shit was none of my business. They worked together and they asses needed to learn how to get along. I was tired of coming to their rescue like they were fucking kids, but they always wanted to go out together. Tataliscious might say mean things most times, but what Raja said was a low blow.
“Oh, please continue!” Liyah stated sipping on her champagne. It was no secret she hated Tataliscious and everybody hated her ass.
“Bitch, there you go, always starting shit!” Cam yelled at her. Liyah rolled her eyes, she knew better. She better not come for Cam while she was pumped up in all of this space and opportunity.
“Well, his big gay ass shouldn’t be dancing wildly every fucking where!” Liyah shouted back.
“Y’all chill out please, and let’s continue to have a good time,” I stressed.
“You got me up here with this fruit cake knowing I can’t stand him. Then you invite some unknown bitch into the circle that I don’t even know!” Liyah fussed. Before I could give her a good cussing out, Quayla stood up.
“Oh no bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are talking about? Bitch, you don’t even know me! Don’t let the pretty face fool you hunty! I’m telling you now baby girl, you bout to get all the way fucked up!”
Liyah jumped up. “You feeling froggy, leap bitch!”
All of a sudden Quayla charged into Liyah, pounding on her ass. I started to get up, but fell back down because I was dizzy as hell. I almost laid on the couch.
Liyah got a few licks in, but Quayla wasn’t fazed. She even head butted her. Cam tried breaking it up, but she ended up falling over the table. Security and our men rushed over to our section. I didn’t even know they were coming, but who was I fooling, they loved some Rick Ross. Royal helped Cam up off the floor. Raja and Tataliscious were still arguing while Liyah and Quayla were between them fighting. Security started pulling Quayla roughly.
“Aye yo, you better get the fuck off my girl like that! You handling her like she a nigga!” Killa shouted at security. Just hearing him say that pissed me the fuck off! Liyah got away from Ashaun’s grip then swung at Quayla, but she hit Killa instead.
“Bitch, you putting your hands on my man?” Quayla screamed before she tackled Liyah. She started throwing blows at her face. I knew her nose had to be broken.
“WORLDSTAR!” Someone called out. This shit was ratchet as hell! Koran’s bitch ass ran over to Cam. Now I knew some shit was really about to break loose. Everybody was in attendance tonight. I was so happy Corey was where ever he was at.
“You alright shorty?” he asked Cam cuffing her face. This nigga was doing too much like he didn’t see my damn brother right there.
Royal shoved his ass. “Nigga, what the fuck I tell you about being in my shorty’s face?” he asked amongst all the other commotion.
Koran chuckled. “Last time I checked she was single! Well, that’ was what she told me when she showed up at my doorstep after you cheated on her! I told you that her pussy always finds its way home!” Royal punched him in the face so hard; he knocked him on his ass. I hoped like hell what he said about fucking Cam was a lie!
Koran hurried up and got up to tackle Royal. They both fell through the glass table. Drinks went spilling everywhere. Royal sent a blow to Koran’s rib cage and I winced. They were going blow for blow, but Royal was giving it to his ass. Koran’s pretty ass surprised me though because I thought he would’ve given up.
“Fuck his ass up, my G!” Killa shouted. All Cam could do was stand there and cry. She ought to be ashamed of herself. I knew it’s some truth to what Koran said. That was why he was popping up at her condo all of a sudden. I knew she was single, but why would she even go backward? All of this shit was going on while I was just laying there. I didn’t know if I had to puke or pass out. The crowd was so thick and my husband just made it over to me.
“What’s the matter shorty? You don’t look too good!” Ashaun said holding me up.
I felt someone looking, and it was Killa grilling the hell out of me. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the words, “Fuck You.” He laughed.
A few moments later, I threw up on Ashaun’s Gucci sneakers. The crowd all of a sudden got hyped and that was when I realized Killa was whooping Koran’s homeboy Damon’s ass. Shots rang out and then I felt myself dropping to the floor with my husband on top of me. I must have hit my head too hard because I blacked out…
To Be Continued…
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