our business is over,” she said discreetly, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to them. Tyeedah just crossed her arms over her chest, watching with contempt.
“It’s over when I say it’s over.” He leaned in and said to Unique in a low tone, “And the fat lady hasn’t even warmed up her pipes yet.”
“What do you want now?” Unique asked. At that second, she regretted refusing to take Tyeedah’s advice from the beginning.
“Besides an early death,” Tyeedah mumbled under her breath.
Fat Tee shot a look at Tyeedah to blow her off, then focused back on Unique, and leaned in even closer, and firmly told her, “You gone set that nigga up for me, just like you did me for Took. Same shit, just different day, different people.”
“Are you crazy? Fuck outta here, I’m not doing that shit,” she blurted out, not caring if people heard her. She thought that she was going to be sick but it took everything in her to not go crazy and make a scene.
“Don’t play dumb, bitch.” He was so angry that when he spoke, a slight bit of slobber came out of his mouth and went onto her blouse.
Unique glared straight into his eyes and spoke slowly. She wanted to be sure he comprehended. “Listen to me. It’s. Not. Fucking. Happening. You heard me? I repeat: Not. Fucking. Happening.”
He stepped toward her as if he was about to hit her, but she was quicker than him. She was prepared and showed him the business end of the pistol that she had tucked in her purse. “If you come near me again, I promise you on everything I love and hate, that I will kill your bitch ass.” She had tried to make it right, but all she got for her troubles were more troubles. No more. She was tired of being the nice bitch.
He searched her eyes, looking for a sign that she was bluffing. The anger and rage written all over her face combined with fire in her eyes, let him know that this wasn’t a poker game, and bluffing … she wasn’t.
One of the many extra security guards hired for the event noticed the commotion. He walked over and made his presence known. He was huge, six foot six and built like a truck. He asked, “Y’all good?” directing the question to the ladies. He was gritting on Fat Tee like he was itching for some reaction. Those two measly words spoke volumes.
Unique kept her eyes on Fat Tee, but said, “Yeah, we good.”
FADED TO BLACK
Since the Tabby was hosting a lot of the major events associated with the fight of the decade, Kennard booked in advance more than a hundred rooms for the week for his VIP friends and guests, including the Presidential Suite for himself and Unique.
While Kennard was running around doing a million things, Unique was relaxing under the masseuse-like pellets of hot water spraying from the hotel’s custom showerheads. She vacillated over whether or not she should come clean with Kennard about being accosted by Fat Tee yesterday. If she did, then she would have to tell Kennard about everything. But did she really want to open that can of worms? And hell, from the beginning God made it clear that man didn’t need to know everything. So why should I play devil’s advocate and give Kennard a bite of the apple? Some things were just better left unknown.
Fortunately for Unique, last-minute details had Kennard ripping and running so they had next to no time alone all week. The night before when he finally came to bed, all he wanted to do was make love, but he was so tired he could barely do that.
Still, Unique knew that she would have to open up to Kennard and tell him sooner rather than later. The last thing she wanted was for someone else that may have witnessed the incident in the lobby to tell him first … or worse, for Fat Tee to manage to bump into him and drop a dime of the details of her checkered past plus God knows what else. How would that look? Like she was keeping secrets, that’s how—which she was. The problem with secrets, she thought, was that they ate at
“It’s over when I say it’s over.” He leaned in and said to Unique in a low tone, “And the fat lady hasn’t even warmed up her pipes yet.”
“What do you want now?” Unique asked. At that second, she regretted refusing to take Tyeedah’s advice from the beginning.
“Besides an early death,” Tyeedah mumbled under her breath.
Fat Tee shot a look at Tyeedah to blow her off, then focused back on Unique, and leaned in even closer, and firmly told her, “You gone set that nigga up for me, just like you did me for Took. Same shit, just different day, different people.”
“Are you crazy? Fuck outta here, I’m not doing that shit,” she blurted out, not caring if people heard her. She thought that she was going to be sick but it took everything in her to not go crazy and make a scene.
“Don’t play dumb, bitch.” He was so angry that when he spoke, a slight bit of slobber came out of his mouth and went onto her blouse.
Unique glared straight into his eyes and spoke slowly. She wanted to be sure he comprehended. “Listen to me. It’s. Not. Fucking. Happening. You heard me? I repeat: Not. Fucking. Happening.”
He stepped toward her as if he was about to hit her, but she was quicker than him. She was prepared and showed him the business end of the pistol that she had tucked in her purse. “If you come near me again, I promise you on everything I love and hate, that I will kill your bitch ass.” She had tried to make it right, but all she got for her troubles were more troubles. No more. She was tired of being the nice bitch.
He searched her eyes, looking for a sign that she was bluffing. The anger and rage written all over her face combined with fire in her eyes, let him know that this wasn’t a poker game, and bluffing … she wasn’t.
One of the many extra security guards hired for the event noticed the commotion. He walked over and made his presence known. He was huge, six foot six and built like a truck. He asked, “Y’all good?” directing the question to the ladies. He was gritting on Fat Tee like he was itching for some reaction. Those two measly words spoke volumes.
Unique kept her eyes on Fat Tee, but said, “Yeah, we good.”
FADED TO BLACK
Since the Tabby was hosting a lot of the major events associated with the fight of the decade, Kennard booked in advance more than a hundred rooms for the week for his VIP friends and guests, including the Presidential Suite for himself and Unique.
While Kennard was running around doing a million things, Unique was relaxing under the masseuse-like pellets of hot water spraying from the hotel’s custom showerheads. She vacillated over whether or not she should come clean with Kennard about being accosted by Fat Tee yesterday. If she did, then she would have to tell Kennard about everything. But did she really want to open that can of worms? And hell, from the beginning God made it clear that man didn’t need to know everything. So why should I play devil’s advocate and give Kennard a bite of the apple? Some things were just better left unknown.
Fortunately for Unique, last-minute details had Kennard ripping and running so they had next to no time alone all week. The night before when he finally came to bed, all he wanted to do was make love, but he was so tired he could barely do that.
Still, Unique knew that she would have to open up to Kennard and tell him sooner rather than later. The last thing she wanted was for someone else that may have witnessed the incident in the lobby to tell him first … or worse, for Fat Tee to manage to bump into him and drop a dime of the details of her checkered past plus God knows what else. How would that look? Like she was keeping secrets, that’s how—which she was. The problem with secrets, she thought, was that they ate at
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