Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 6

A week passes and things have simmered down. I get new furniture and stuff for my office and haven't fired any of my employees, yet.

Fortunately, Destiny forgave me and I agreed to pay to repair the damage to the apartment that we get put in her name, and to lose each others phone number.

Today is Thursday, the day my club be poppin' the most. On Thursdays, I have special guests rappers or club hypers, drink specials, and all kinds of other events. I make sure I come get in fashionably late and host it up good.

I step out of my whip around 12p.m. and toss my keys to Phillip, my vale parker, who parks my car at the back entrance of the club. My bouncers let me in the front door and I make my way through the club, to the bar.

"Aye, Yakita! Hit me with my favorite. You know what I like." I say to the my bartender with a smile.

I take a seat before swirling around to check out the place. Everything is going great. my DJ turning tables like a pro, the lights got the vibe in here to right, and the ladies in here looking good as hell.

"Here you go, Jae." I turn back around to find my drink in front of me at the bar.

"Thanks, Kita. Keep it up, aight!" I tell her before guzzling down the drink.

I then swirl back around to face the dance floor. Everything is going great until I notice a sexy, chocolate-skinned women making her way to the bar. Her face shows a hint of anger as she requests a drink. A bit of concern grows in me when I see a tall, dark, and handsome man approach her and take hold of her arm as she is about to take a sip of her drink, causing the contents to spill all over the bar counter. He whispers in her ear causing her to snatch away from him, but he continues to roughly take her arm.

I've seen enough, so I get up and step into the situation.

"Yo', let the lady go, man." I say, calmly approaching them.

"How about you leave us alone!" He shouts back at me.

"Aye, bruh, you can either get up out my club or you can let the girl loose and gon' bought ya' business. I don't really give a f'ck, but I don't need all this drama, you feel me?" I tell him.

"Man, get yo' dykin' a'ss out my face, I ain't ya' bruh." He says as he step to me. "You feel ME?"

"Nigga, I'on know what yo' problem is, nor do I care. I just-" As I am speaking he brings his hands up to my chest and gives me hard shove.

I instantly throw my fist into this fool's jaw. He tries to come back at me with a blow but I dodge it and he misses. By this time, the rooms attention is on us and my bouncers are making their way to this man.

"Get this clown up outta' here!" I demand them as I straighten out my fit and wipe my brow.

The two guards take hold of his arms and shoulders and escort him out of the club. I turn to the lady who is still sitting in her stool at the bar.

"You good, ma?" I ask her, gently laying my hand on her lower back.

"Yes, thank you." She smiles.

"How about I buy you a drink?" I ask, not trying to hit on her, but more as a kind gesture to start her off with a good rest of her night.

"Uhm, no. I don't really associate with your kind." She replies before requesting another drink from the bartender.

"Excuse me?" I reply as I try to grasp on to what she is trying to hint out.

"You know? People like you," She says before taking a shot.

"You mean gay people." I tell her, feeling very offended.