Fraudulence.

37.

Camila...

Before going straight back home, I decided to actually stop by my old job I had before I started fucking around with Zoovier again.

I really missed my friend Tamera. I continued to cal her but she never picked up. After that, the number was out of service.

The club was called Attraxtions. And just for the record– I've never stripped there.

I was a bartender. Although, I have nothing against strippers.

"Hey, Terrence." I happily spoke to the security at the front of the club.

"Oh shit, Camila you back for work?" He laughed and uncrossed his arms from across his chest. "We missed you up here."

"I was missing everybody too." I frowned. "But I'm not back for work, at least not yet."

I rubbed my arm. "But is Tamera in for work?"

He nodded his head 'yes'. "She right ova' there." He pointed at the bar.

"Okay, thanks Terrence." I smiled. "It was nice seeing you."

"You too." He nodded.

I happily walked over to the bar. Hell, I was probably skipping my happy ass over there.

"Hey Tam." I greeted, sitting on one of the stools in front of the bar top.

Tamera sat the towel she was using to wipe the bar down onto the bar top. She looked up to see who I was.

Her face lit up and turned into immediate happiness.

But, her smile quickly turned upside down into a horrible frown. Tamera went back to cleaning the bar.

I was so confused at her behavior towards me.

I haven't seen her in about a year and she's just going to diss me like this?

"Um, hey Tamera?" I repeated in an uneasy tone.

She heavily sighed and dropped the dirty towel into a bucket.

I could feel someone walk up next to me. It was the stripper known in the club as Honey.

Working at the club together, Honey and I were pretty cool.

We didn't have any issue with each other; We always spoke when we saw each other.

Everything between us was good– or so I thought.

"Hey Honeeeey," Tamera dragged out in a giddy tone. "What you need boo?" She asked her.

What the fuck is she so happy about?

"Hennessy. The usual, duh." Honey ran her right hand through her Brazilian weave.

I mentally rolled my eyes at what was going on. "Hey Honey. Is there any reason as to why Tam won't speak to me?"

Honey scoffed at my question and took her drink from Tamera. "Bitch, please do not play dumb wit' me. I can't stand that shit."

"What is you talkin' 'bout?" I caught an attitude.

"You think you betta' than us cause yo' baby daddy got money and he wifed you back up?" Honey snapped her head at me.

"What? First of all, we were never married." I lightly chuckled while holding up a finger.

"And secondly, I don't think of y'all as lesser than me. The person I'm wit' don't define my character." I explained.

"Yeah, yeah. You left Tamera wit' no explanation. Then on top of 'dat, you ain't even call ha'!" Honey slammed her hand down on the counter top.

"Well Tamera too busy ignoring people, so how the hell am I gone find out what's wrong if she don't speak?"

I glared at the back of Tamera's head while she placed a bottle on the shelf.

"You know, it's real childish to let somebody else speak for you." I muttered.

She smacked her lips. "You have my number. As soon as you get a nigga to pay ya' bills and take care of you, you just forget about me. I helped you wit' so much shit, Mila." She squinted her eyes at me.

"Tam, I called you and you never answered." I bucked my eyes at her. "Your fuckin' phone number is out of service! The fuck you want me ta' do?

Not only that, but I have been so busy. I ended up getting pregnant a second time. I damn showl wasn't about to waddle my ass in this club, especially when people be smokin' in here.

During that pregnancy, I was attacked by a crazy ass ex and ended up in a coma! So, I'm sorry if you weren't my top priority at the time and you got your feelings hurt–"

"Yeah," Honey sipped on her Henny. "All the bullshit on social media. But ain't nobody about to feel sorry fa' you."

"Okay, ma'am." I held my hand up towards her. "You can leave. This is between me and my friend."

"Bitch, get yo' hand out my face!" She smacked my hand and dashed her cup of Hennessy all over me, especially in my face.

"Honey what da' fuck you doin'?" Tamera screamed from behind the bar as she watched on, astonished.

Then, Honey threw her glass at me. My automatic reaction was to duck to avoid the hard glass coming towards my head.

That was completely uncalled for. Maybe what I said was rude, but this stripper hoe was rude for butting into other people's business like she belong.

I was here to catch up with my friend- not her.

"Bitc–" I reached at her for anything on her I could grab.

I didn't care if it was hair, the little bit of clothing that she did have on or what. I grabbed at whatever I could get my hands on because I was about to fuck her up.

Had she just given me some slick remarks, I would've just let it go because I'm not the type to just throw hands over petty comments.

But, shit just got physical. Shit just got real.

The bitch hit my hand, she threw a drink on me, and she attempted to hit me with the glass.

Somebody better call my boyfriend or best friend to come bail me out because I'm about to get arrested for murder.

All of this because I wanted to visit a friend I missed with a passion on my way home?