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I was kid free for the weekend, and my nigga was on ice so when Shunta invited me to Opium, I hopped at the opportunity to leave the crib. She had been booked for a hosting and wanted me to tag along. It had been a whole three weeks since the fiasco in Miami and Julius was nowhere near getting on my good side.
To keep the peace in the house I played nice with him around Jude but when my baby wasn’t around, I wasn’t fucking with that nigga. Julius thought I was dumb, had to, cause that bullshit ass story ‘bout being in the studio that he tried to feed me ain’t do shit but piss me the fuck off. The only reason I hadn’t left was because I didn’t have any solid proof that he was fucking off.
If I ever got some—believe me, it was a wrap for his ass. He thought ‘cause he was playing the crib close that I would be cool but that was the furthest thing from the truth. I ain’t let thatnigga touch me since Miami and I ain’t felt no type of way about it.
When the DJ scratched the song and dropped “All Dere” I got too turnt up. Cameras and shit were flashing all through the section and for the first time in a long time I didn’t care. I was having the time of my life just kicking it without having to worry ‘bout anything. I knew Julius was going to be pissed. I’ll deal with that tomorrow, but tonight…Oh, I’m gone turn up.
The sheer onyx catsuit from NoSceneGirls had my entire body on display. I had a black thong under it and made sure to cover my nipples with pasties. At the end of the day I was a mother, a sexy one but I still had a child.
I was standing on the couch dancing when Shunta tapped me on the thigh. “Somebody sent you a bottle.” She noted and pointed her finger at the sign the bottle girl was holding up.
My eyes glanced around the packed club after I read the sign. “Girl.” I drawled after not spotting the person I was looking for. “Ain’t no somebody sent me shit. That’s from Julius.” I specified with a quick roll of my eyes.
“How you know?” She queried.
Propping my hand up on my hip I stared at her. “Do yo shit twin.” I read off. It took Shunta a few seconds to catch on but when she did her ass fell over laughing. If Julius was nothing else, he was my biggest hype man. It was rare that I popped my shit, I honestly felt like I didn’t have to do too much. But Julius would always tell me to “pop my shit”.
“Juice said you thought you was ‘bout to enjoy a night out without him.”
“Shunta that is not funny.” I pouted and stepped down from the couch. “He supposed to be at home.”
“Bitch, do you see how you came out the house looking? Ain’t no way you thought Juice was gone let you be out here on your own.”
“That’s the thing. Juliusdidn’tsee me.” I purposely got dressed in my makeup room so that Julius wouldn’t see what I had on. Hell, I didn’t even tell him I was going out tonight, I just left. I stopped sharing my location with him back in Miami so the only other way he would’ve known where I was is if Lox told him. And judging by the way he was sitting there avoiding my death glares I would say my assumptions were correct.
Trekking over to Lox I propped my hands on my hips. “Where ya boy at?” Instead of responding he tipped his head behind me.
I didn’t even have to look ‘cause the crowd gave him away. Rolling my eyes I huffed and fell back on the couch. “I can’t never have fun.” I pouted, forcing a deep chuckle out of Lox.
“Come on Nari, you know that man not ‘bout to let you out of his sight for too long.”
“That’s not the point. I’m mad at Julius.”
“Clearly he don’t care.” Shunta giggled.
I could feel Julius’s eyes on me as he neared the section. As soon as he stepped in like the gentleman he was he went around and spoke to everybody. Once he was done being chivalrous, he stood in front of me. Glancing down at my nails I tried to ignore him.
“You on yo shit tonight huh twin?” He teased while kneeling in front of me.
“Why are you here?”
“My girl here. Where else I’m supposed to be?”
“You know what I mean Julius.”
“Nawl, I don’t.” He lied. Grabbing me by the hand Julius pulled me up from the couch and wrapped his arms around me. “You out here looking good and shit. Twerking and shit with all ya ass out. Give me a hug nigga.”
“Nope.” I kept my hands at my side, refusing to hug his ass back. He smelled and looked too damn good, and I almost gave in, but I was still mad, so I didn’t. “If I look good just say that.”
“You know you look good, Nariah. I ain’t even gotta tell you that.” Julius glanced down at my feet then back up to me. “I like them shoes.” He winked.
Amongst the few bags Julius had bought me the other day was a pair of YSL Tribute platform heels. I thought they would look good with my outfit, so I put them on. “I bet you do.”
“You hosting or just partying?” He asked, getting all in my business.
“Partying. Shunta hosting.”
“Oh aight. So that means you can leave?”