ITS SOME HO'S IN THIS HOUSE

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I looked around at all the people walking around and talking downtown, looking good. "Okay Philly." I said looking around at all the bright lights making Salem laugh. "You think this something, wait till we get in this mf. It's live every weekend." He said making me smile. Unlike most, I actually enjoyed going out and I loved looking my best. I was happy that Salem loved my dress because I would get my ass beat by Scoop for even thinking about wearing this outside.

Scoop allowed me to get dresses like this, I just had to wear them inside the house only and where's the fun in that? But when I stroll through his IG I'm seeing the complete opposite so you can only imagine how low that made my confidence.

Salem pulled up to the front of the club parking the nice trackhawk making everybody turn around and look. "So many people." I said messing with my hands feeling sudden anxiety. I was four shots deep and feeling myself a little but it hasn't kicked in all the way yet. "Just look at me, none of these people matter. We gone have fun tonight." He said making me smile and nod my head as he got out the car and walked over to my side.

"Eve you're good, you go out in Atlanta all the time." I said to myself trying to boost my own head.

A few seconds later he opened the door offering his hand so I took it. I stood up pulling down the little dress with Salem's assistance making niggas waiting by the door whistle.

Salem looked up immediately with a mug on his face and I've been around him long enough to know he doesn't play making me grab his hand. "Baby don't worry about that." I said to him looking at the group of guys laughing and puckering their lips in my direction. "Yeah Ight." He mumbled making me grab his face and kiss him. A small smile appeared across his lips as we walked on the sidewalk. His hand rested at the small of my back as we moved through the crowd to the front.

"Miss you look good as fuck tonight, damn." One of the guys said making me cringe and look away. Just as fast as I looked away the faster I seen Salem punching him square in the mouth sending him back.

"Ooouu!" The crowd said in unison pulling out their phones.

"Watch yo fucking mouth nigga!" Salem yelled kicking him as he struggled to his feet. "Salem." I said gasping looking up at him.

"Everything good over here Sae?" A huge guy walked up with the word "staff" written on his shirt looking over at the guy laying on the ground with disgust. "Yeah we good Greg, get this nigga outta here." Salem said making him nod before snatching the guy up by his shirt making the crowd of people laugh.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking at me like I'm the one who just got into it. "Yes. Are you?" I asked laughing making him do the same. "Yeah I'm good, nigga was asking for that shit." He said making me laugh as we continued walking through the doors.

The music was blasting and hookahs were being carried to tables from left to right. The lights were changing colors and the bar was huge, something that I'm use to but better.

Salem wrapped his arm around me from behind walking us through the club. He was so territorial but I liked that shit, I needed a man who isn't scared to be all over me and be a protector. And he was that. "Take a left." He said in my ear making my eyes travel in that direction seeing a blue door.

We walked through the dancing bodies to the door, "it won't be long I promise." Salem said opening the door making three half naked girls run through the door making me look them up and down.

We walked down the long hallway hearing different music play as we got closer. Doors with numbers on them lined the hallways making me look around, I was nosy and couldn't help it. One of the doors cracked open and a woman in lingerie walked out wiping the corners of her mouth making me curl my lip up. Behind her a guy in a suit and tie followed her zipping his pants. I looked up at Salem trying to make sure I wasn't tripping but he kept his head and eyes straight forward. I knew the Casamigos and Hennessy wasn't working that bad on me already. What the fuck did this nigga have me in? Just when I started to talk that no red flag bullshit this happens..

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