Celebrity Imagines

His Girl

You wound your hips to the trap sound blaring through the speakers in the club. Slightly intoxicated from the several apple sours and cranberry vodkas you ingested all night. Your skin was warm from the liquor invading your system. Plus the heat from the several bodies dancing downstairs radiated upstairs to your VIP section.

Your feet finally grew tired from standing in your six inch pumps. So, you took a seat next to your handsome boyfriend, Priest. You cuddled up to him on the plush sofa and he wrapped a long arm around your waist protectively.

"Baby you haven't danced with me all night," you whined with a pout.

"You know I don't dance like that, babygirl," he blinked.

"That don't mean nothing," your voice growing more sensual you leaned into his frame and took his ear between your teeth. "All you have to do is stand there and I'll do all the work, baby," you punctuated it with a kiss. His grip on your waist getting tighter.

You looked up at him as he looked down at you, lust filling both your eyes. Priest opened his mouth to say something when another voice cut him off.

"Hey, Priest!" Both your heads turned. "You got a minute?"

You eyed the girl standing in front of you. She looked down at your man like she was about to dance for him or something. She must think she's Beyoncé, but with the way she was looking...? Oh, baby fuck no!

She could have been pretty, but you couldn't tell with the pounds of cheap make up she was wearing. Her outfit was tacky as hell. And her raggedy shoes needed to be thrown out with all the marks and stains on them. And don't forget her wig. Honey! She needed serious help and better glue. Her shit was damn near cranking dat Soulja boy  to the beat of the music. You simply could not take the sight of her, so you laughed.

"What the fuck is so funny?" She sassed.

You sighed, "You bitch. These club bouncers must just let any and everybody crawl in here nowadays,"

"What're you getting at?"

"I'm saying that you need to get up out this section if your gonna look dusty and dirty," you replied. She rolled her eyes and you noticed that her damn eyelashes were hanging on by a thread.

"Look, I came here to talk to Priest—"

"Oh, you mean my man? Well, then you can make your exit now. 'Cause we're not talking to anybody at the moment. We're enjoying our night out. Thank you,"

"Does she speak for you?" she questioned him.

"No, I speak for us, bitch. When you see me with him, that means I'm the one handling business. I'm his girl and as his girl I make sure he doesn't get mixed up with raggedy Anne bitches like you. So, as I said earlier: See your way out of here before—"

"You know what?" she cut you off, "You think you're so poppin' because you're with him? Bitch, weren't you stripping for dollars a few months ago and now you think you a boss because you came into some money by fucking with him? You may be his girl, but you won't be forever. Your pussy maybe how you got 'em, but it's not what's gonna keep him, with your insecure ass."

People made noises of shock around you as she brought up a few things that you definitely needed to address. You stood up slowly and held your glass in your hand.