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"Ladies, ladies!" The house mother of Odyssey, Rochelle, called as she walked into the locker room. "Tonight is a special night, boss man's bachelor party. So that means money is going to be everywhere. Ballers and money getters will be in every corner. This party has been the talk of the town for months so you know it's about to be crazy out there. I need yall focused and on your best behavior."
"Which one of us will be lucky enough to dance on the man of the night?" One of the newer dances questioned.
"The girls for his section have already been chosen. Those who understand that Marco is off limits. You're new around here so you haven't learned yet. Word of advice ask them where's the last bitch that tried."
"Nowhere to be found." Tavi laughed.
"Exactly, but anyway we got an hour before showtime. Rent will be paid tonight baby." Rochelle walked out the locker room and back upstairs. The crowd was already starting to pile in. Pictures of Marco hung around the venue, his name flashed in lights. Everybody was working over time to make sure tonight was perfect and Drea made sure of that.
Back at Marco and Drea's, Marco walked around his closet looking for something to put on. He really didn't even want this party but Drea insisted and he felt like since it was at his club, it wouldn't feel like a party but more like work. And on top of all that, his lady wouldn't be there.
This weekend was Drea's bachelorette weekend as well. The girls decided to take their fun out of Houston, so it was going to be a nice weekend in Puerto Rico. Drea left an hour ago and he was missing her already.
After finally deciding on what to wear, he slipped on his clothes and shoes, then his jewelry. A few sprays of his baccarat gave his attire its finishing touch. Walking over to his mirror, he made sure everything looked perfect. He ran his hands over his freshly blonde hair before getting one last look.
Taking his phone from his pocket, he went to Drea's contact and FaceTimed her. It only rung a few times before she answered. Marco flipped the camera so that she could see his outfit. "How I look?"
"I'd fuck."
"Of course you would." A smirk peeled across his face as he switched back to the front camera. "I miss you."
"I miss you too baby. Fly to me after your party."
"Don't play cause you know I will."
"I'm not playing. I got my own room so the girls won't even know you're there."
"As badly as I'd love to crash your bachelorette party, I'll let you do your thing. I'm not letting you out my sight when you come home though."
"That's fine with me."
Exhaling, Marco leaned against his dresser. "Our big day is getting closer Dre. How you feeling?"
