Love & Hip-hop (9jahood💰💳)

Acquaintances?

The song stopping brings everyone out of their cheerful mode as the host, Jolade Wellington comes forward holding a microphone.

"No. No. No. Jola isn't about to do that again." I hear Cheryl say causing me to chuckle.

"Dude! We do this almost every weekend, you don't have to welcome us like we are some newbie." Solape says and we all laugh.

Jolade is the party freak, this dude practically held parties like this every month and it's safe to say he goes to the club everyday of his life.

Jolade and I had met at the strip club in Abuja, the club where Solape and I worked. If I didn't know him personally I would have found it hard to believe he had a life of his own outside the club.

Jolade and his best friend Ayo, were the big boys uptown. Jolade is the bad guy who makes his money moves on the street and tries to keep it clean by investing it all on some personal businesses across the state; while Ayo is the artiste whose friend invested a fortune on.

"Thank you for partying with me once again this month," He says rounding the speech I never cared to listen to up.

Who the hell thanks people for coming to spend their money? Only Jola, I guess.

This party no be joke oo, all of una must shayo ...

I quickly move to the dance floor, this was an old song but it always got me on my toes.

I sway my hips left and right, going down low with my hand on my knees twerking it all out. 

"Do the twirl one more time bunny," A deep voice says from behind me. I turn around and the sight before me leaves me speechless.

Why's his fine ass all up in my face?

"Umm..., " I'm about to say something before he cuts me off.

This guy will be the death of me.

"I know." He says.

I shoot him a questioning glare, wondering what he was going on about.

"I mean, I know I'm dapper than all these dudes out here. You stare at me so hard like I'm some snack to you. Girl you gotta hide your feelings sometimes you know?" He doesn't wait for me to respond,

"Fine I know I'm irresistible and all that but if you keep staring at me the way you've been, then I'll have to make you do more than stare Mama bear... " He finishes off with an arrogant smirk.

I didn't care that he was starboy but I wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.

"Now listen, I am one of your biggest fans but you're being fucking disrespectful and I won't take that from you." I give him my middle finger for more dramatic effects and walk away.

I head towards the kitchen area where I had seen Solape and Cheryl talking to Jolade; informing them that our driver had arrived. I hugged Jola, mumbling a goodnight into his ears.

I give Ayo who had just come in a warning glare daring him to disrespect me one more time and I swear the side of his lips turn up in a nasty smirk. I ignore him, walking off to join the others in the car.

"So will you tell me who the hell pissed off Mother Teresa?" Solape asks, she had tried asking in the cab but I ignored her

We had just arrived Cheryl's crib a few moments ago and she was lying on the couch in the living room. Even though we had a rented apartment downtown, Cheryl still got her own place here in town, the centre of events.

"Is it not your starboy or whatever you call him. I don't understand how being famous makes one so disrespectful."

"Wait. What? Are you telling me that the World famous Starboy aka Wizkid as in Ayo talked to you, you - Amy and you're mad about it? Wow. Just wow." Solape eyes widen a bit and she claps her hands dramatically,

"Anyways, you know I'm always on your side sha, do you need me to chop his dick off or is it his head you want?"

Cheryl hisses on hearing that and takes her leave.

"I wish I could stay mad at him," I tell Solape and she shoots me a confused look, making space for me to come sit close to her.

"He just got on my wrong side, you know he's fine as hell but he shouldn't have come at me like that and I feel like I know why, which is why I'm really mad," encouraged by Solape nodding her head, I continue,

"I think that he has heard some things about me, that's why he came at me like that. I could be a hoe but never was I warming his bed."

"If that's what it is, then he fucked up. You don't judge a person from afar." She says, her hand reaching out to give mine a small squeeze.

"Yea right," I try to stifle the yawn that threatened to escape my lips but it's no use, "Do you have weed or something?"

"Nah. Now get out, I need some privacy plus I'm taking the guest room."

I roll my eyes, heading on to Cheryl's room. Wizkid's music banging from the loud speakers in her room.

I open the doors without knocking catching Cheryl in just her towel with water dripping from her legs and a blunt in one hand.

"You're so lit. I was coming to ask for some."

My eyes land on the bed side drawer, there was a picture of Cheryl and her parents. It was taken on her 16th birthday and was the last picture they took as a family.

Her parents were always on her neck about bringing home a man, not knowing about her sexuality. So she avoided going back home as much as she could.

"What's up? I thought y'all would have gone to sleep." Cheryl asks passing the weed to me, I take a puff and pass it back to her.

"Don't mind Solape ooo." This place didn't have as much room as the place we got did, just two rooms and then the sitting room. Solape wasn't a fan of sharing her space so I was stuck here with Cheryl.

I pull off my clothes without warning, feeling the need to shower.

"If you don't take your dirty ass to the bathroom now," Cheryl says, holding back a smile.

"You want some, huh? I always knew you wanted to eat me out," I tease her, "But nah I'm as straight as you pretended to be when we were in our first year." I laugh hard as the images of Cheryl in our first year pops in my mind.

I place my hand on my hips, enjoying her discomfort for a little bit longer before I head to the bathroom.

The music gets louder and I giggle, it was another Wizkid track, I couldn't stay angry at him no matter how hard I tried.
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What do y'all think about Amy's friends? I think they are a lil bit crazy.

Anyway guys, this is my first published story. I'm open to corrections but go easy on me please.

Yeah, tap the orange star. I love y'all.