I walked in the loud ass house party that Beverly called herself throwing. Everyone & they mama in this bitch. I just hope nobody steal nothing out of her mom's mansion. I remember what happened last time beverly threw a party & something came up missing. Well, its only 9:00 p.m., wait until 12 hit. All hell is going to break loose. I made my way towards the punch bowl. I grabbed a cup & pour in some punch. I was about to take a sip until it hit me. Big as this party is, its possible someone spiked the drinks. I put down the cup & pushed through the crowd. I can't find Beverly anywhere. I looked over to the left & saw her sitting on the big speaker. I walked towards her direction.
"Girl, what are you doing up here?"
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"This party is boring girl."
I sat beside her on the speaker "the fuck is you talking about? You have over 2,000 people in your mansion."
"I know but my man isn't here."
I groaned "ugh, bitch."
"The party is fantastic, its amazing. I love it dearly I really do but something is missing & that is my nigga. I can't have fun without my man."
"You literally work at a strip club. Shaking your ass in front of old men & give out private lap dances. You have more fun there then being in the hood. You can manage to be without him in a strip club for five hours. But you mean to tell me you can't be alone for a whole night?"
She frowned "you make me sound like a whore."
"That's because you are but the point is you need to get loose."
"What do you mean?"
"Go have fun at your own party!"
She giggled "alright, alright."
We jumped off the speakers & made our way to the dance floor. Erotic City started playing through the tall speakers. Everyone grabbed a partner & got busy. I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around.
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The man of the damn hour.
"What? No hello?"
I simply walked towards the front door. Once I exited, I heard my name being called.
"Solange!"
I kept walking until I found my car. I was about to put my key in until a big hand grabbed it from me.
"Hey, give it back you asshole."
He looked at me stunned "the fuck is your problem?"
"Don't act like you don't know."
"Know what?"
I sighed & rolled my eyes. This man is despicable. He's really going to stand here & pretend to not know.
"I don't know what your talking about woman."
"So you don't know that you have a wife, diana ross?"
He frowned & rolled his eyes "what did she say?"
"Besides insulting me & the salon, very nice things" I snatched my keys out of his hands "she was so sincere."
"She's not my real wife, solange."
I scoffed "then what is she? A man in drag?"
He giggled a bit "I didn't marry her for love. I married her for money."
"Nigga, what?"
He laughed "she comes from a rich family. In order to keep my business going, I have to marry her."
"How long have you two been married?"
"For a long time."
That just made me feel so disgusted. I'm basically messing around with a married man. Ugh god, why me?
"I figured by the way she's dressed. She looked older."
"She is, as a matter of fact she's older then both of us."
"What, like 40 something?"
"50 something" he looked away in ashamed.
I held my laughter back "Oh, so basically your a sugar baby?"
He gave me a evil glare & I immediately burst out laughing.
"Its not funny!"
I shook my head still laughing "yes it is."
He looked around in embarrassment. I got in my car.
"Are you still mad at me?"
I pretend to think about it "I don't know."
He smirked "Can I get a kiss?"
"Hm, let me go ask your sugar mama & see if its okay" I laughed & sped off.
