so since I was being forced to go out I closed up the boutique. I went home and showered and did my hair and make-up I didn't know what to wear. I stood in front of my floor length mirror looking at my reflection. I must say I looked good with my chocolate skin I had a small waist, courtesy of waist training, with a nice apple booty that all the niggas loved to feel on. I weighed a good 155lbs and stood 5'2'. yea I am short got it from my mama. I decided on a black off the shoulder crop top, with some high waist skinny jeans. On my feet I paired it with a pair of all black red bottoms. I accessorized it with my gold bangles and my gold necklace with the heart and key on it. I moved on what to do with my hair, decided to leave it in its natural curly state and pinned one side. Soon as I put on some little finishing touches Shelly was at my door.
"I am coming." I yelled grabbing my Michael Kors clutch and keys. when I reached the car it was a straight fish bowl. " damn shel "
"listen this is how I unwind so shut up and get in. " i did as she told. "you hitting this tonight ?"
"no you know i don't smoke."
"i didn't ask that." i looked over at her and decided what the hell i had a long week why not take a few puffs of the good smelling green that she had. i took the blunt from her hand inhaled. i blew out the smoke and could feel all the stress of this wedding lift off my shoulders. After a couple of pulls of the blunt i was already feeling the affects of the weed. by the time we were finished shelly had pulled up to this new club in downtown Boston called Fantasy ...nice joint that is owned by some dude who is loaded Shelly was saying. I would like to meet this man , some women saying he is fine walking around looking like Tyson the model . you know I really wanted to see him when I heard that little rumor. we found parking right across from the club we got out and went towards the line that was damn near wrapped around the corner. I knew this club has to be off the chain of the line was looking like that. Shelly and I walked up to line like we owned the club ourselves, automatically bitches was giving the sour puss face. You know the ace where their lip and nose has become one making them look like a pug dog. I chuckled shaking my head and turn to look at Shelly who was rocking this one piece black short outfit with the back out, with some Louie heels that I was scared for her to fall in.
"here we go with this shit ." she said . rolling her eyes. I was so high that I didn't give a fuck who was looking for all I cared these tired ass bitches can hate on. we stood in line for like maybe two minutes until some nigga spotted shelly and took us into Fantasy with him. As soon as I stepped in I knew why they called it Fantasy because that shit looked magical. It had females swinging from the ceiling on satin looking covers, doing all type of acrobatics in the air. Their was also bibles floating around, giving it that under the see type of look. Shit was hot, all the waitresses were dressed in high tutus with soft like colors of blue and pink with glitter around the trimming. The girls were thick in here ass was every where he must've got these chicks shipped from down south because, not every female in Boston was this thick like the way these girls were.
"Wow." I said .
"I know right place is nice, this is my second time in here and every time feels like the first." Shelly said to me. All I could do was nod my head. "Come on girl lets go to the bar." she chuckled at me.
We reached the bar and order two patron and cranberry. we had about one more of those and I was feeling the drinks and the weed. I went out to the dance floor and started getting my dance on. I didn't even care if I was dancing by myself. I was enjoying myself something I haven't done in awhile since all this wedding stuff. I was just going with the song that was play and poetic justice by Kendrick Lamar ft Miguel started playing. "oh that's my jam." I said to nobody and particular. all of a sudden I felt a strong arm around my waist, start to grind on me. he felt so good I had to see who this was, when I turned around to meet the most beautiful man in the world. I couldn't breath or doing nothing I just stared , he chuckled and smiled thirty-two pearly whites. I know I looked like some crazy women who escaped from the Shattuck but this man was too fine. He stood about 6'1' with skin the color of milk chocolate, when he smiled I caught dimples so deep your finger can get lost in it,with eyes color of honey.
"Hi." he said. The voice sounded like music to my hears deep but yet soft.
"Hi." I managed to let escape from my lips. he smiled down, arm still around my waist, moving down to the lower part of my back staying there.
"You enjoying yourself?"
I nodded my head like a five year old . He laughed. oh the laugh that's it he got me I am in love.
"I see." he leaned down and whispered in my air. I just wanted to melt right there on the floor. I could stare at him all night, but that thought was interrupted when Shelly bumped her way on the dance floor.
"Ryan." she slurred . shit she was just as fucked up as me. "are you ready?" she asked. trying to gain her balance. I looked up at the man that was holding me by the waist rather tight.
"I I I....have to go now." I said. he nodded his head and leaned in to whispered in my ear. "I will be seeing you real soon Ryan." I shivered. oh this man is a god. Shelly grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor. I kept looking back and there he stood staring at me until I couldn't see him anymore.
