Page 90 of Search My Soul (Taylor Family Saga #3)

I wanted all the money, so I decided to turn it up a notch.

I placed my hands on my ankles and made my ass clap.

The roaring grew louder, and dollar bills were sliding down my back.

I dropped down to a squat and pretended as if I was riding a dick.

My mind was on Soul as I imagined myself riding his dick.

My cheeks bounced simultaneously as I rode the beat.

When I looked over my shoulder, I was surprised to see none other than Soul standing next to the fine ass strangers.

He held a stack of money in his hands as well and it seemed like the two were in competition with one another.

If I weren’t in my zone, I would have laughed at their interaction.

Instead, I winked then dropped down even lower.

At one point, Peaches and I were on our hands and knees wobbling our asses together.

I made sure to put an extra arch in my back as I showed off my flexibility.

The amount of money on the stage was insane, and I already knew someone in our group was gonna take the prize.

I wanted to do one last move before the song ended, so I stood to my feet.

Peaches and I were facing each other, and she nodded her head at me.

I already knew what she was saying without her speaking any words.

With our eyes locked on each other, she lifted one leg in the air and twirled before dropping down in a split.

“Ahh, shit! Did y’all see that! Yo, these ladies ain’t come to play!

” The DJ screamed into the mic as more money rained on top of us.

We continued to twerk until they finally stopped the music.

A few of the men on the stage helped us collect our money, but my jaw almost hit the floor when Soul hopped on the stage and walked over to the DJ booth.

I watched as the two of them talked and the DJ wore a wide grin on his face.

It was too loud in the building to hear what they were saying, but knowing Soul, I assumed it was ignorant.

Once we got our money, we walked back over to the side of the stage. The women high fived us and we all praised each other. Sweat covered my body as I tried to regulate my breathing. My heart was beating like crazy, but I loved the adrenaline rush dancing gave me.

“Damn, man. This competition exceeded my expectations. Let’s give another round of applause to all of the beautiful women who came up here and danced.

“The judges are deliberating, but I’m gonna have y’all weigh in while they talk amongst themselves.

I’m gonna call each girl’s number, and I want y’all to step forward and shake a little something for us.

I need y’all to make some noise for each lady, but when we get to the person you think should win, I need y’all to go crazy!

Let’s see if you and the judges are on the same page,” the DJ instructed.

My eyes scanned the front to see if the sexy stranger was still around, but I came up empty handed.

I wondered if he left, but it was still early in the night, so I doubted it.

The club closed at five and it was only two in the morning.

As the DJ instructed, they called our numbers, and each lady turned around and did a little dance.

It was cute, but I was more interested in why Soul was still standing next to the DJ booth.

Him and a couple other men were talking and laughing amongst themselves while the DJ called the numbers out.

As each lady stepped forward, the crowd would cheer for them.

However, I noticed when they got to the ones in our group the roars were much louder.

“All right. Number 69, step forward and remind the crowd who the fuck you are.” Peaches smirked when the DJ called her number before turning and bending over with her tongue out.

I swear the whole room went crazy including me.

My cousin was always the life of the party since we were kids, and nothing had changed.

“Yesssss, Cousin! Pop yo’ shit!” She wore one of those tennis skirts so you could see her chocolate ass rippling with her thong peeking out.

There were a handful of niggas throwing more money her way and she was eating up the attention.

This was the most fun I’ve had in a while, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“ Shit! Shorty, you got a man? Got damn!” The DJ had no shame trying to shoot his shot at Peaches, and he was fine too. I’ve seen him at a lot of these popular clubs, so I knew he probably had a little money too.

“Okay, we got number 75 next. Remind us who you are, lil momma.” Once again, Peaches and I did our handshake before I stepped forward. The DJ played a little song for each girl so once he started playing my song, I flipped my hair over my shoulder before I stepped forward.

I dropped down in a squat with my hands on my thighs. I alternated, making my cheeks bounce one by one and making them clap. I wasn’t surprised to hear the crowd cheering, but they were so loud my ears started popping. More money flowed on the floor as I stood up to reclaim my spot.

“Whew, shit! I can’t say what I want to say because I’m not tryna lose my life,” the DJ joked. When I glanced over there, Soul glared at him. I snickered because he was such a fucking bully.

They called the last three girls, and it was much of the same, and money continued to be thrown. The judges were still talking amongst themselves, so the DJ played more music for a while longer. It took a few more minutes, but they finally made a decision.

“All right, y’all. So, we have a bit of a change, so we decided to do three winners.

We got some money getting niggas in here and they donated more bread, so we were able to give prize money to three ladies instead of one.

” Peaches and I both locked eyes because I already knew either one or both of us was walking away with some money even if we didn’t win.

“In third place, we have number 65! Let’s give her a round of applause.

She won three bands. Come get your money, baby girl.

” We all cheered as she switched over to the booth.

She was one of the girls in our group and her body was sick.

Her tall frame and thick stature would be what they called a stallion, and her face was even prettier.

“Okay, okay. I need y’all to make some noise for our second-place winner.

I ain’t gone’ lie, my boys had a tough time choosing between these last two because they were going crazy out there.

We had a couple folks putting money on her and I don’t blame them.

I’m tryna take her home with me tonight so I can see that shit in person.

Let’s give it up for number 69! Come fuck with me, lil baby!

” Peaches blew kisses as she walked over to the booth to collect her winnings.

She covered her mouth when they handed her a big bag full of money.

“Shorty walking away with twenty bands and a bunch a niggas who want her number. Y’all need to back up because that’s my future wifey.

” The DJ was not playing because I could see him passing his phone to her so he could get her number.

This was normal for her because the twins were literal baddies.

Our parents might have been garbage, but our family had some baddies in it.

The smile on her face let me know she was feeling him too, and I wondered if she would actually be interested.

Peaches kept a rich nigga in her back pocket, and she switched them out like a deck of cards.

“Man, I’m telling you, this has been the best competition we’ve ever had. We might have to run this shit back in a couple months.” The DJ was talking, but I was too busy waiting for Peaches to come over to me.

“Congratulations, Cousin! You were fucking shit up, and you made a little love connection I see.” Peaches rolled her eyes when I said the last part.

“Bitch, don’t even try it. He was talking a good game up there, but we’ll see if he actually applies some real pressure.” The smirk on her face let me know that she was really interested.

“Yeah, I see you over there grinning. I can’t wait to hear about this when y’all finally link up.

” I used to live my life vicariously through her and Passion because they were living life to the fullest. Men were constantly trying to fly them out or have them on their arms at major events.

They did a lot of club hosting around here and out of state as well.

“You already know I’m gonna call you and give you all the details. He fine as fuck, but I hope it ain’t small,” she jested.

“Wouldn’t that be tragic.” I’ve had a few experiences with men who were good-looking and paid, but when they dropped those boxers, all you saw was a Vienna Sausage.

“Last, but certainly not least. The crowd loved her, but y’all weren’t the only ones.

Our first place winner is number 75! Baby girl taking home a grand prize of forty bands.

Y’all weren’t playing with this one. I’ve never seen shit like this in my life.

Unfortunately, I can’t provide you with any of the names or numbers of the people who donated, as I want to live long enough to take my little shorty on a date.

I’m just saying you were a fan favorite around here. ”

“That’s right, Cousin!” Peaches cheered as she smacked me on the ass. I walked to the stage, and I saw Soul whisper something to the DJ. The two of them started laughing. When they handed me the bag, it was much heavier than I anticipated.

“Let me get that.” Soul held his hand out for the bag before I could even place it around my shoulder.

“You tryna jack me for my money? I thought you were a rich nigga. What happened, little daddy?” I said with a smirk.