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slutbucket that’s popping her
twat in his face?”
I turned in the direction she was staring in, and my
heart dropped to the soles of my Giuseppe heels. I had come to the
club knowing the situation between Kimani and I was clear on the
fact that we were just cool. But as I watched him cozy up to ol'
girl, I knew at that moment that I more than liked Kimani. I
watched as a very pretty brown-skinned woman, with a weave that
touched her ass, wound her body like a snake in front of him.
Kimani was on his hood shit, swagged out with a drink in his hand.
He looked damn good. I instantly became jealous as he stood and
started dancing up on her. The dark haze that had fallen over the
club made it hard for me to make her out, but something about her
seemed familiar. Before I could stop myself, I was following behind
Nakami as she stalked over to their section.
Grey had the booth drowning in bottles of everything
from Ace of Spades to Louis XIII. There were women piled into the
booth, falling over themselves to compete for the attention of the
four fine ass men that surrounded them. Grey was the only one who
wasn't dancing on a chick when we walked up. That to me signaled
that Nakami had nothing to worry about, but that didn't stop her
from going in off rip.
“Really, Grey? You out here trying to catch you a new
one?” Nakami put her hand up to mush Grey in the face, but Grey
grabbed her wrist.
“What do you see me doing, huh? Pouring a drink is a
crime? Kicking it with my niggas is wrong? Yo, you wildin’.” Grey
roughly let go of Nakami’s arm.
Nakami grabbed up the girl that was closest to Grey,
pulled her by the arm, and pushed her out of VIP. She went for the
next bitch and did the same. “Ya’ll hoes gotta go!”
Grey’s dark skinned friend, who reminded me of the
actor Lance Gross, tried to butt in. “Yo, who is this bitch?”
Nakami threw her hands on her hips. “I’m his bitch, nigga! Who are you?”
Grey jumped between the pair, trying to prevent the
inevitable from popping off. Kimani finally stopped dry humping
long enough to look up and saw Nakami and me standing there. When
he saw me, he looked stuck like a deer in headlights. Regaining his
composure slightly, he damn near pushed the girl he was with to the
floor trying to get to me. I smiled to myself. Unlike Nakami, I was
going to play this cool. As Kimani approached me, I side stepped
him and went for the girl.
“You good, mama?” I grabbed her arm to steady her
balance.
“Yeah, I’m straight. Thank you.” She shot a look at
Kimani.
“I'm Blu.” I extended my hand. She stared at me for a
moment before she shook it.
"Vicious.” She flashed a smiled.
“Oh shit! You're in that singing group, Wild 1’s.
Ya’ll are dope! That song Trappin’ is my shit, girl!”
I knew I recognized her face from somewhere. She was
his ex-boo or something. I remembered seeing pictures of them
together at a few events on my favorite gossip site, Baller Alert.
From what I knew, they had a bad break-up so I was a little shocked
to see them grinding all up on each other. But this was what you
sign up for when you try and date someone who’s well known. He was
in the industry, and these were the types of chicks that were
trying to get his attention. Because of their history, I knew I
needed to nip the situation in the bud if I was ever going to stand
a chance.
Before she could respond, Kimani interrupted. “Hey,
Blu. What… uh...what you doin’ here?” He smiled with only one
corner of his mouth. Something I noticed he did when he was
nervous; cute.
“Oh, you know Nakami,” I answered. “Always with the
drama. So I had to come and make sure she didn't get into too much
trouble.”
“I feel that. Uh, hey. Can I talk to you for a
second?”
“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt...” I looked at
Vicious and then back to Kimani. He excused himself and grabbed my
arm to pull me away from the booth, leaving Vicious irritated and
confused. We walked out
twat in his face?”
I turned in the direction she was staring in, and my
heart dropped to the soles of my Giuseppe heels. I had come to the
club knowing the situation between Kimani and I was clear on the
fact that we were just cool. But as I watched him cozy up to ol'
girl, I knew at that moment that I more than liked Kimani. I
watched as a very pretty brown-skinned woman, with a weave that
touched her ass, wound her body like a snake in front of him.
Kimani was on his hood shit, swagged out with a drink in his hand.
He looked damn good. I instantly became jealous as he stood and
started dancing up on her. The dark haze that had fallen over the
club made it hard for me to make her out, but something about her
seemed familiar. Before I could stop myself, I was following behind
Nakami as she stalked over to their section.
Grey had the booth drowning in bottles of everything
from Ace of Spades to Louis XIII. There were women piled into the
booth, falling over themselves to compete for the attention of the
four fine ass men that surrounded them. Grey was the only one who
wasn't dancing on a chick when we walked up. That to me signaled
that Nakami had nothing to worry about, but that didn't stop her
from going in off rip.
“Really, Grey? You out here trying to catch you a new
one?” Nakami put her hand up to mush Grey in the face, but Grey
grabbed her wrist.
“What do you see me doing, huh? Pouring a drink is a
crime? Kicking it with my niggas is wrong? Yo, you wildin’.” Grey
roughly let go of Nakami’s arm.
Nakami grabbed up the girl that was closest to Grey,
pulled her by the arm, and pushed her out of VIP. She went for the
next bitch and did the same. “Ya’ll hoes gotta go!”
Grey’s dark skinned friend, who reminded me of the
actor Lance Gross, tried to butt in. “Yo, who is this bitch?”
Nakami threw her hands on her hips. “I’m his bitch, nigga! Who are you?”
Grey jumped between the pair, trying to prevent the
inevitable from popping off. Kimani finally stopped dry humping
long enough to look up and saw Nakami and me standing there. When
he saw me, he looked stuck like a deer in headlights. Regaining his
composure slightly, he damn near pushed the girl he was with to the
floor trying to get to me. I smiled to myself. Unlike Nakami, I was
going to play this cool. As Kimani approached me, I side stepped
him and went for the girl.
“You good, mama?” I grabbed her arm to steady her
balance.
“Yeah, I’m straight. Thank you.” She shot a look at
Kimani.
“I'm Blu.” I extended my hand. She stared at me for a
moment before she shook it.
"Vicious.” She flashed a smiled.
“Oh shit! You're in that singing group, Wild 1’s.
Ya’ll are dope! That song Trappin’ is my shit, girl!”
I knew I recognized her face from somewhere. She was
his ex-boo or something. I remembered seeing pictures of them
together at a few events on my favorite gossip site, Baller Alert.
From what I knew, they had a bad break-up so I was a little shocked
to see them grinding all up on each other. But this was what you
sign up for when you try and date someone who’s well known. He was
in the industry, and these were the types of chicks that were
trying to get his attention. Because of their history, I knew I
needed to nip the situation in the bud if I was ever going to stand
a chance.
Before she could respond, Kimani interrupted. “Hey,
Blu. What… uh...what you doin’ here?” He smiled with only one
corner of his mouth. Something I noticed he did when he was
nervous; cute.
“Oh, you know Nakami,” I answered. “Always with the
drama. So I had to come and make sure she didn't get into too much
trouble.”
“I feel that. Uh, hey. Can I talk to you for a
second?”
“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt...” I looked at
Vicious and then back to Kimani. He excused himself and grabbed my
arm to pull me away from the booth, leaving Vicious irritated and
confused. We walked out
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