You Da Boss

Chapter 17: Moving On

Kira

Two Months Later….

I finally got my memory back and I couldn’t be more happier, I found out that Sam was trying to trick me back into having another child with him but thankfully I didn’t pregnant. I filed for a divorce but Sam will not sign the damn papers, he’s still stuck on the past and how happy we were. But little does he knows that I’d plan to spend   the rest of forever with Nate, he’s been treating me like the queen I’m suppose to be. I wasn’t fond of his drug life but it’s a part of him so I wanted to be involved. I opened up a club to help out with money, not that we need it but if they start asking question having a club can be a cover up as to why he’s making so much money on at Shoe store budget. It was all my idea and he couldn’t help but agree, because of his best workers (Paris and Kourt) aren’t seeing eye to eye he thought that giving them jobs in the club would help them get out the game.

Paris is one of my bartenders and Kourt is promoter, I didn’t realized how connected these to were in the music scene in New york, they know all the up and coming artist which helps me get people in. Flame has only be open for a month and it’s one of the hottest new clubs in Manhattan and I loved it. I love having my memory back but I can’t get the images of Cassie hovering over me slicing away at my skin. Because of that incident Nate thought it wold be better if we moved away, as in move to Long Island so no one know our location. No work would be done out our house or no one is allowed there. If I want parties they are only to be at the club and I was okay with that. 

I just hated having to go all the way out to see my bestie Amber but I’ll go anywhere to see her, I was in my office getting ready for the night rush when Paris comes in my office and sits in front of me pouting like a 4 year old. “What’s wrong?” I asked concerned. Paris didn’t speak at first she just sat there looking at me, it freaking me out until I saw the tears falling and already knew what was wrong.

"This shit just pisses me off, I want to fucking kill that Bre bitch. She doesn’t deserve Kourt." Paris growled as she wiped her tears, I’ve never seen her this upset about any of Kourt’s girls. I thought Kourt would be the crazy ex, but I was wrong. Paris isn’t over Kourt and I can’t blame her, they been together for 6 years. Paris is hurt that Kourt thinks she doesn’t love her, I mean she took a bullet for her. If that doesn’t prove love then I don’t know. "She’s not even that cute…" I gave Paris the eyes because I’m not even gay and I know that Bre is hot. "Okay so she’s hot, but she’s taking my place and this shit needs to end. We can’t even be friends anymore, she won’t answer my calls cause she knows what’d happen if we are alone." Pairs smirked then her phone started going off.

"Hey you, I’m at work. You’re gonna come through? 3, you should just come in a cab since you’re leaving with me. You know I got you,kk." Paris hung up smiling. I just shook my head, as much ass Paris’ get she’s still not over Kourt. I mean almost every week I’m hearing about a different girl. You would thinks she would slow down a bit but she’s not and to be honest this could be heading into a destructive path. Once Paris got off the phone she looked at me and smiled, I just shook my head and smirked.

"So who is it this time?" I asked standing up, she followed as I walked out of my office to check on the club. "Some chick name Amber…or Ashliee. Either way her name starts with an A and you’ll see her tonight." Paris smiles bight, until she spots Kourt and Bre dancing to Lazy Love by Neyo very sensual. It was like they were having sex on the dance floor, and they looked lovingly into each others eyes then kissed. I looked at Paris who had her fist in a ball, she was hurt and angry I put my hand on her back as she looked at then make up. She shook her head then went to the bar to start her shift. It hurts me to know that Paris is really hurting, it’s makes me wonder if this is how Sam is when he sees me and Nate together. Thinking about that just makes he think of something.