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calling you. Where you tryin‘ to hang out at?‖
―I don‘t really care. It‘s on you.‖
After a few moments, I suggested, ―What about Capital City?‖
―Cap City? You never want to hang out at Taj‘s. What‘s up with that?‖
―Ain‘t nothing
up.‖ ―Whatever.‖
―I‘m serious.‖
―Girl, don‘t you know I know you betta than that? Guess you‘ll tell me later then. Anyway, so what time are you gonna be ready?‖
―About twelve.‖
―A‘ight.‖
―I‘ll come and pick you up. Where you gonna be at?‖ ―I‘ma be at my house.‖
―Okay, later.‖
―One.‖
* * *
Harlym, the bouncer escorted Pam and me to the VIP section. 50 cent and his entourage were also in the house. There was a bucket of ice with a bottle of Cristal on each table. Smoke hovered thick over the barricaded VIP area. An array of Vibe, XXL, Black Enterprise, and F.E.D.S. magazines covered the round cocktail tables. DJ Clue was holding it down for the night.
It wasn‘t long before Taj was notified by his staff that I was in the house.
―Hey, what‘s up, Pam?‖ Taj said.
―Hey, Taj…what‘s up?‖ Pam said.
Then Taj walked closer to where I sat and looked at
me. ―Storm.‖
I ignored him and took another pull of the blunt. ―Storm, you hear me talking to you,‖ Taj repeated.
―What?‖
Taj walked over to me until he stood directly in front, then he grabbed my arm. ―Come here.‖
―Get off of me!‖ I said as I struggled to free myself from his hold.
―I said come here!‖
― Who the fuck do you think you are grabbing me in public like that? I ain‘t you damn child, Taj. I done told you that shit before.‖
―Storm, just go see what he want…don‘t try and make no scene,‖ Pam pleaded.
I looked at Pam then turned my attention back to Taj. ―You didn‘t have shit to say to me for the past eight hours, now ‗cause I walk up in your club you think you can disrespect me in front of niggas.‖
―You know what…fuck it!‖ Taj said releasing the hold he had on my right arm. ―You so fucking ghetto.‖ Taj angrily walked away.
―What was that all about?‖ Pam inquired.
―I don‘t know.‖
―What do you mean?‖
―I don‘t know what his fucking problem is. I mean,
the nigga got mad ‗cause I ain‘ t give him no pussy this morning and he wouldn‘t take my calls all day. Then when I step up in here, he wanna act like he the man and shit and be salivating all over me…I ain‘t having that. He lucky 50 was up in here or I would really cut the fool. ‗Cause you know Storm don‘t give a gotdamn!‖
Pam was still stuck on the part of me not giving Taj none. ―You mean you ain‘t giving your man none and you don‘t know what‘s wrong with him? Then you roll up in his club half naked and you don‘t know why he‘s heated. Storm you be asking for an ass whipping…for real!‖
―What? This is my shit…if I ain‘t in the mood, I ain‘t in the mood. Hell, it‘s plenty of times I feel like doing shit and he‘s too tired. You don‘t see me walking around with my ass on my shoulders.‖
―But Storm you said you ain‘t been in the mood since Miss LT passed away. Girl, that‘s been a minute. You can‘t keep holding out like that.‖
―Who said I can‘t? I‘m grown. I can do what the hell I wanna do. I tell you what though, if he was gonna get some…he blew it now, acting like a damn child.‖
―Huh?‖ Pam gave me a look I couldn‘t define…it was a look I had saw once before, but I couldn‘t put my finger on what it was all about. ―Well, you got a man, Storm. I mean he takes care of you…you don‘t have to worry about him cheating and shit-‖
I quickly interrupted Pam. ―What? Bitch, I takes care of me…ain‘t no man doing that! I‘ve been taking care of myself since I was 12 mothafucking years old-‖
―I‘m just saying though...‖
―What you saying? You know what, Pam? For real, for real…I didn‘t ask for your opinion, so you can just keep the shit to
―I don‘t really care. It‘s on you.‖
After a few moments, I suggested, ―What about Capital City?‖
―Cap City? You never want to hang out at Taj‘s. What‘s up with that?‖
―Ain‘t nothing
up.‖ ―Whatever.‖
―I‘m serious.‖
―Girl, don‘t you know I know you betta than that? Guess you‘ll tell me later then. Anyway, so what time are you gonna be ready?‖
―About twelve.‖
―A‘ight.‖
―I‘ll come and pick you up. Where you gonna be at?‖ ―I‘ma be at my house.‖
―Okay, later.‖
―One.‖
* * *
Harlym, the bouncer escorted Pam and me to the VIP section. 50 cent and his entourage were also in the house. There was a bucket of ice with a bottle of Cristal on each table. Smoke hovered thick over the barricaded VIP area. An array of Vibe, XXL, Black Enterprise, and F.E.D.S. magazines covered the round cocktail tables. DJ Clue was holding it down for the night.
It wasn‘t long before Taj was notified by his staff that I was in the house.
―Hey, what‘s up, Pam?‖ Taj said.
―Hey, Taj…what‘s up?‖ Pam said.
Then Taj walked closer to where I sat and looked at
me. ―Storm.‖
I ignored him and took another pull of the blunt. ―Storm, you hear me talking to you,‖ Taj repeated.
―What?‖
Taj walked over to me until he stood directly in front, then he grabbed my arm. ―Come here.‖
―Get off of me!‖ I said as I struggled to free myself from his hold.
―I said come here!‖
― Who the fuck do you think you are grabbing me in public like that? I ain‘t you damn child, Taj. I done told you that shit before.‖
―Storm, just go see what he want…don‘t try and make no scene,‖ Pam pleaded.
I looked at Pam then turned my attention back to Taj. ―You didn‘t have shit to say to me for the past eight hours, now ‗cause I walk up in your club you think you can disrespect me in front of niggas.‖
―You know what…fuck it!‖ Taj said releasing the hold he had on my right arm. ―You so fucking ghetto.‖ Taj angrily walked away.
―What was that all about?‖ Pam inquired.
―I don‘t know.‖
―What do you mean?‖
―I don‘t know what his fucking problem is. I mean,
the nigga got mad ‗cause I ain‘ t give him no pussy this morning and he wouldn‘t take my calls all day. Then when I step up in here, he wanna act like he the man and shit and be salivating all over me…I ain‘t having that. He lucky 50 was up in here or I would really cut the fool. ‗Cause you know Storm don‘t give a gotdamn!‖
Pam was still stuck on the part of me not giving Taj none. ―You mean you ain‘t giving your man none and you don‘t know what‘s wrong with him? Then you roll up in his club half naked and you don‘t know why he‘s heated. Storm you be asking for an ass whipping…for real!‖
―What? This is my shit…if I ain‘t in the mood, I ain‘t in the mood. Hell, it‘s plenty of times I feel like doing shit and he‘s too tired. You don‘t see me walking around with my ass on my shoulders.‖
―But Storm you said you ain‘t been in the mood since Miss LT passed away. Girl, that‘s been a minute. You can‘t keep holding out like that.‖
―Who said I can‘t? I‘m grown. I can do what the hell I wanna do. I tell you what though, if he was gonna get some…he blew it now, acting like a damn child.‖
―Huh?‖ Pam gave me a look I couldn‘t define…it was a look I had saw once before, but I couldn‘t put my finger on what it was all about. ―Well, you got a man, Storm. I mean he takes care of you…you don‘t have to worry about him cheating and shit-‖
I quickly interrupted Pam. ―What? Bitch, I takes care of me…ain‘t no man doing that! I‘ve been taking care of myself since I was 12 mothafucking years old-‖
―I‘m just saying though...‖
―What you saying? You know what, Pam? For real, for real…I didn‘t ask for your opinion, so you can just keep the shit to
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