Player's Handbook (COMPLETED)

Rule #10

Rule #10: Be Good In Bed
Los Angeles, CA
Beyonce Giselle Knowles:

I tossed back another shot of Tequila, and Robyn cheered loudly beside me. "Another one!" She shouted over the loud music as the bartender refilled my shot glass, I grabbed it tossing it back quickly swallowing it.

"Bitch one more and you win!" Lauren shouted, they had gave up after the 25th shot, we had a bet that we would all get to 50 and it seems as though I'm the only one to cross the finish line. He refilled my shot glass and I picked it up and tossed it back quickly swallowing again. By this time the burning sensation didn't phase me, and the room was slightly spinning.

Robyn passed me the 12th blunt tonight, this bitch could smoke her ass off but drinking? She ain't have me beat there. I puffed the blunt and I kept puffing it until I allowed all the smoke to fill my lungs. I closed my eyes holding the smoke in my lungs, I then exhaled letting it all out and repeated the process all over again four more times before I passed the blunt to Lauren.

"You talk to Chris?" Robyn asked her eyes gazed at me. I shook my head as the thought of another woman having his kid crossed my mind. It happened before me, but hey a bitch was still salty.

"Nope. Not going to. I filed for full custody a couple weeks ago, looks like he's going to win I let his attorney talk to him about that shit." I replied shrugging

"Bitch are you jealous?" Lauren asked

"Can I have another shot please." I rolled my eyes waving them off, the bartender nodded pouring more tequila into my shot glass. I was already pretty drunk, but it just took away the strength I had to stay away from Chris. "Just give me a tall glass please." I say to the bartender, and he nodded doing as I said, sitting a coaster down and then a tall glass of tequila. Chris was stuck on my mind, I picked the tall glass up gulping some, I pressed the brim of the glass against my lower lip staring at nothing.

I was starting to just want to smell him, and be in his embrace even more. Why did I still have this huge crush on him like how I did in college? Why did this nigga who lives by a handbook he wrote in high school have me so caught up in him? "I-I gotta go." I mumbled getting up I felt the room spin the moment I stood up.

"Julius! Time to take my girl home!" Robz shouted, Julius stopped talking to the other security guards and made his way over to my side.

"You alright boss?" He asked, I leaned against him for support. He walked me outside the small bar, and to the SUV. Once I was in the backseat I let my head rest back against the seat.

When he got in and started the truck, I opened my eyes. "Imma get you home bo-"

"Take me to Chris." I mumbled

"You sure? Boss you really are under the influence a-"

"Take me to Chris b-before you don't have a job.." I say groggily

"Yes ma'am." He replies, being drunk and high was a bad mix. I hadn't seen or talked to Chris in 3 weeks. I avoided him at the office, I worked from a distance. We mainly communicated through his attorney, he'd been blowing my phone up and trying to figure out where I lived. He was pretty angry that I had been dodging him and he was trying to find everyway to get to me. Why would he do that if he didn't really like me? Why would he do that if I was just another hoe?