Scandalous

"And My Bank Account Ain't Hardly Empty, So I Come Through In A Barbie Bentley"

-Nicki Minaj

I walked into Punchie's party looking like a million bucks. I had a gorgeous signature Versace dress and heels to match that clung to my curves. My Virgin Brazilian hair fell down the middle of my back. My brown skin tone glistened in the night as I climbed the stairs of the mansion. The party was packed and everybody who was somebody was in that bitch. Migos new hit was blaring through the speaker and I was jamming. Of course, I had been rocking Versace way before the song came out.

I was strutting through the house, all eyes were on me. Bitches was eye rolling and niggas was licking their lips. I was startled when someone grabbed me, I turned to see a dude about my age, with lightskin and large, pink sexy lips.

"Hey, Im Triston." He said with a confident smile. He definitely had room to be confident too. He had a nice body and a beautiful face structure. If only he had asked for my number on some other occasion.

"The fuck you doin home boy? This Vick girl, you better back the fuck back." Punchie said with rage in his eyes. I snatched my arm from the young, ignorant male with a false attitude. I looked over at my brother-in-law as he scolded the young hustler.

"My bad boss, I ain't even know this was Vick's wife." He spoke. I winked at him as Punchie and I walked to the back.

"My bad sis, that's a young buck we just got from down south. Lil nigga don't know no better." He shook his head as he lead me to the back. I chuckled a bit as we walked toward the patio. Punchie was Victor were fraternal twin brother. But my man Victor was the cuter of the two. They both were chocolate with gorgeous bodies and pearly white teeth. They had those hands Idris Elba type faces. But Victor was cockier , and more handsome.

We walked out to the patio and I spotted Punchie's wife, my best friend, Isabella She was shorter than me, with a more petite build. She was light skinned with the most breathtaking hazel eyes I've ever seen. She was a Latina chick that spoke no Spanish.

"Wassup Bitch?" Isabella came and hugged me. I smiled as we hugged. It had been a minute since we truly kicked it.

"Wassup? Y'all know I had to come through for my brother birthday and shit! We gone turn up tonight?!" I spoke loudly. She giggled as she sat back in her seat. I sat in the seat next to her. Punchie sat across from us. The third member of the trio, the twins childhood friend Tone sat across from us too.

"I see you came through Deja, you been MIA lately." Tone spoke. He was caramel skin with sexy eyes and long dreads. He and I never seemed to get along.

"Yeah, I been handlin business. Mind ya business Tony, forreal, don't start that bullshit tonight." I spoke sternly. Since Vick got locked up a few years prior, Tone had been trying to get shit stirred up. He told Punchie to cut me out of the business. He said a woman wasnt fit for the job.

"Yeah, just chill, bro. We tryna have fun tonight." He smoke as he took a long drag from his blunt. He passed it to me and I brought the blunt to my lips, took a long drag and allowed the herbal smoke to full my lungs. I blew the Kush smoke from my bubble gum pink Mac painted lips slowly. I always savored the feeling of the drug taking over my body. It was soothing and peaceful. I caught Tone staring at me with lust in his eyes.

"So how's the baby, Bella?" I looked over at her.

"He terrible, girl! That lil boy bad as fuck. And the damn father spoilin em." She said, cutting her eyes at Punchie. I started cracking up .

"Stop it, man, aint nothin wrong with my son." He gushed. I rolled my eyes as I thought about what it would be like if Victor and I had children. I was a young woman still, a mere 21 year old who had been put in a bad position at a young age when her man went down. Yeah I still had money at my finger tips, and I had a luxurious life, but at the end of the day, I had no one to go home to.