Single Ladies

Pamela

Chapter 4 

Pamela

"Oh my goodness, he put his hands on you? You called the cops right?" I asked Kourtney.

"Yes he hit me. Things were going so well in the beginning of our marriage, and then he started telling me that I had to be home by a certain time. As soon as I came in whenever I wanted, I opened the front door to a smack in the face."

"Did you call the police?" I repeated

"Yes I did, they put him in jail for a week and I was able to move all of my shit out and started filing for a divorce."

"Pam we gotta go in the back and check on Tracy, she textd me and said she's in a fight!" Lashawnda said worried.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, im not in the mood for a cat fight." said Kourtney.

"Call me when you get in". I said..

Running towards the back of the bar trying to squeeze my way through a horrific crowd of people, I saw three girls yelling at Tracy and some guy. I asked what was going on, and the ring leader said "This bitch had sex with my man".

"Obviously he ain't your man if he had sex with me" Tracy shouted.

I grabbed Tracy's arm and led her out of the crowd and the ring leader shouted "Hey bitch!" Tracy, Shawnda, and I turned around to a drink thrown in our faces. All hell broke loose. I snatched that bitches wig off and banged her head against the bar. Lashawnda was getting her hair pulled while kicking the second girl in the stomach and face. Tracy had the third girl in a headlock, giving her full blows to the face.

The bouncers threw our asses out quick! "Ain't don't yall ever come back again!". This was beyond embarrassing. We were all rich and had top careers, and to be in a brawl was not like us. It was 10:39pm and after escorting Tracy to her car, Shawnda and I headed to my jaguar. I received a text from Damien at exactly 11:00pm right after dropping Lashawnda off at home.

"Are we still on for tonight?" Damien texted.

"Yeah sure, im very tense though, I'll need a bath and a good rub down."

"Is that a request? I'll be over in a bit beautiful".

"Sort of, and ok".

I raced home. feeling up my tub with chocolate scented bubbles, tub surrounded by caramel candles. That was the perfect way to describe Damien and I. He was dark and lovely, and I was caramel complexed with straight dark brown hair and honey blonde streaks.

I brought up two wine glasses and a perfect bottle of 1811 Château d'Yquem. After the week I had to face and the night I just had, I deserved to open one of the most expensive bottles of wine. I heard a knock on my door. I hurried and slid out of that tight dress and put on my silk robe. I answered the door, and it was Damien! He was so delicious. A million dollar smile followed by a hug so tight.