Money Over Everything

Cash Money

Moette

"I know you still ain't mad," I said to Damaris, who had been quiet since last night. "Girl, what did that nigga say to you to have you so mad?"

Damaris continued filing her nails as if I hadn't spoken. "What you got planned for today?"

"I don't know," I said, staring up at the ceiling. "Maybe I'll go shopping. Ronnie ripped my favorite Bebe dress and we are hitting up that grand opening for that restaurant tonight. Wanna come?"

"Nah, I got a call from Bulla so I'mma stop by his apartment and chill over there until it's time to work. Meet you there?"

"Of course."

I usually wasn't one to pry into anybody's personal business, I had enough shit on my plate keeping Roni alive, but I was genuinely curious to know what had my girl so bent outta shape. Swan may have been fine, but there was no way in hell he could say anything to have me feeling some type of way about myself. My thoughts went from what he said to how he said it with those juicy lips of his. I could picture them disappearing between my-

"Wha?" I said, sitting up in bed and searching for my dining phone. I cracked s smile when I saw who it was. "Girllllll, you better give up all the details. I got that 4 a.m. call from Quincy and heard your silly ass giggling in the background like a little girl. What happened!"

"Moe, I had a blast. I spent the entire night thinking 'where has he been all my life?' After you and Damaris left we started getting to know each other. I got hungry so we headed out to a diner and ate real good. Then I went with him to his place where we stayed up talking until the sun rose and he dropped me home like a perfect gentleman."

"Mmmmhmmmm," I said, knowing that Juju was wide open and gave up them goodies at some point. "I'm not gonna press you 'cause you're excited about having a new boo, but I will get those details out of you over some drinks."

"How about tonight? Quincy invited me to this rooftop party Swan is hosting tonight and I'm sure you're more than welcome. His boy was asking about you." I grimaced and jumped when Juju let out a peal of laughter. "I can only imagine your face when I said that. I mean I know you wasn't feeling him but maybe you'll meet some by else there you might vibe with."

"True, true...All right, I'll stop by after I get some work done," I promised, knowing that I had to make up for losing the profits from last night. "Later, boo."

"Later."

I pressed my phone against my chest and closed my eyes, planning my outfit for the night. I need to turn heads and catch the eye of...no one in particular. Nah. It was about time that I did me without worrying about any of these niggas especially when they were for everybody.

***

I swear they needed to bottle dick. Just put it in little capsules that you could pop whenever you were horny, hangry, or in a fucked up mood. They should make it in different flavors, chocolate for that extra strength pleasure, caramel for some love making, and vanilla when you wanted something subtle and soothing. I'm only making a point of mentioning this because if they did package dick then Damaris must've overdosed on it. She came to the club all smiles and giggles, her attitude from last night long forgotten. She wasn't even doing her signature sashay, so I knew her ass had to be tore up. All I could do was shake my head and laugh at the sight.

"Looks like somebody got their back broken out," I teased as we entered the lounge. "You walking different, you got that big ass smile on your face. I may not like that nigga Bulla but he sure knows how to break you out of them bad ass moods."