sinfully in love | blueface | completed

our new life

Meechie pov

3 months before the epilogue

I sat in the back office looking at invoices, irritated that I wasn't at home with Ava asleep.

It was almost 2 and I would have to be back up in 5 hours to take Ashton to school and drop Aria off at my mama house.

Since I wanted to be home all the time, I branched off from my dad's business and started my own. It wasn't shit special, just a club that served as a front for another drug operation.

Basically, I became a middle man. I bought from my dad, then resold to other niggas around here.

The money wasn't close to as much as before but at least Ian have to drive hours and could stay home.

There was a knock on the office door and I set the papers down, "Yeah?"

Lana, the club manager, walked into the room, "One of the girls wants to make a complaint."

I sighed in annoyance, "I guess."

Stepping aside, she let the dancer who had the issue in.

Ion know what the fuck they thought my role was in here, but I really just came for appearances. Mostly everything I did while I was here had to do with other shit, not this club stuff.

I tell them every time to go talk to Lana, and every time they bring they ass in here like I can solve some.

"Wassup?" I asked.

She glanced at Lana then back to me, "Maybe we could talk privately?"

Maybe the fuck not.

I don't associate with the girls who work here at all. Ian got time for nobody to feel no typa way about anything I say and go tell Ava.

It was already a hassle to get her to agree to me opening this hoe in the first place since she felt like I shouldn't be around naked bitches all night.

I tried to explain to her that I don't be on the floor and don't nobody come back here with me but she still wasn't feeling it.

Eventually I just came out and said if she didn't trust me, why marry me?

Now we own a strip club.

"Nah she good. Gone say what you needa say." I responded.

The girl helped herself into a chair in front of me like I told her to sit down.

I looked at Lana, who was silently laughing, before shaking my head and waiting for her to talk.

"Just because I'm a dancer doesn't mean I should be sexually harassed." She began, "I don't appreciate being disrespected."

Sigh.

"Who disrespected you?"

"Zeke."

Zeke was Trey's cousin, a lil nigga who wanted to make money but was in school so he couldn't really work nowhere 'cause he needed to study and shit. With him working here, he pretty much was able to do whatever he wanted and get paid for it.

He was supposed to be a bartender but that was a stretch since all dude knew how to do was put Henny in a cup and splash some coke in it.

Ian mind him working here 'cause he was basically another Trey, jokes all day.

I was pretty much paying this man to make me laugh.

Pulling out a blank sheet of paper and a clipboard, I pretended to be writing down her complaint.