Boss Bitch (Bitch Series) (17 page)

Big Pat chuckled, knowing she couldn’t know who he was. “And that’s not often for a man of my caliber ma,” Big Pat whispered in her ear smugly. “Why don’t you come and chill with me and my peoples in VIP? It’s exclusively for us. It’s my birthday, so we doin’ it real big up top.”

“How ironic. It’s my birthday also,” Semaj continued to slowly sway her mid-section as she overlooked the dense horde.

“How old you turn?” he asked with a charming smile.

“I’m twenty-two,” she responded.

“That’s what’s up. Come up and kick it with me and my entourage. It’s a celebration”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m no groupie. I’m good.” Semaj still was throwing shade and had barely given him any face. She was half-glancing him to death and placed her attention back to the animated crowd below her.

“I can tell that, ma. And that’s what I like about you. So can I get a name?”

“And why do you want my name? Big Pat is it?” She questioned, her Brooklyn accent rolling off thick. “You can get at any girl in here I’m sure. Being that you have spokespeople that extol just something as simple as your name. I assume you are the man around here.”

He laughed at her as he rubbed his goatee. “I see you an ole comedian or something, ma. You got jokes.”

“Seriously. You got people coming down here like I was ‘pose to know you. Who are you really?” Semaj questioned, glancing back at him.

“Patrick is my name. Yours?” He gently grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.

“Now that’s much better and more attention capturing.” It was now game time. Time to seem interested. “Nice to meet you Patrick. My name is Ashley.” Semaj decided to go with her gut instinct and gave him a fake name. “Now what is it that you want with me?”

“Everything,” he replied.

“Everything?”

“Come chill with me up top li’l one. We can discuss more up there.”

“Nah, me and my girl was fenna bounce in a few minutes. I gotta go to work in the morning,” she lied, but it was all a part of her plan.

“Why somebody as fine as you doing working ma?” Big Pat asked. “See, if you was with a nigga like me you wouldn’t know what it felt like to work, ma.”

“That’s corny bum shit,” she shot with a smirk. “And for the record, I’m independent. I make my own paper, baby.”

“Damn! I respect that shit,” Big Pat grinned, finding this woman to be a piece of work. Running the streets he had dealt with all sorts of women but it was just something different about this one right here. Something intriguing. “Why don’t you leave with me tonight? I’ll make up for your paycheck.”

“Sorry. Not a one-nightstander or none of that, babes. I’m not into going to hotels, traps, or none of that desperate shit. For a guy of your supposedly caliber,” Semaj said sarcastically. “You just pick random girls up at the club frequently?” she asked, eyebrow furrowed in curiosity.

“I see you just gon’ give me a hard time.”

“No doubt. What you thought I was going to be easy?”

“Nah. Fo’real, I done already deciphered your persona. You rare, I can admit that. So going to the hotel and one-nighting you ain’t happening. Where I lay my head comfortably is where you’ll be. Trust. So you leavin’ with me?” he asked confidently.

“Sorry, but I don’t leave the club with dudes that I don’t know. That’s not my persona either,” she stated as she shifted all her weight on one leg, giving her hips an enticing shape. Semaj was a professional in this area of studies, and knew she had dude right where she wanted him to be. If the streets required a degree, she’d already graduated summa cum laude. “I’ll give you my number though. Maybe when I get off work tomorrow we can go out somewhere. That’s if that’s cool with you, you know.”

Big Pat stared at her intensely. He was astounded. Semaj was really holding her own. Her traits were of a woman that held respect for herself. One that he could consider to court. She appeared harmless, lovable . . .  innocent but in actuality, all Semaj knew was harm and she had lost her innocence as a child. It was a shame what the world had turned her into. She was a con artist and a very manipulative woman. She was untrustworthy and had been for a very long time.

“No doubt, ma. I’m feelin’ that,” he pulled out his BlackBerry and handed it to her. She stored her number and handed the phone back to him. “I’ma get up wit’ you tomorrow evening some time.”

Semaj graciously nodded her head as she said, “C’mon, Tala.” Semaj purposely set the half of bottle of Remy atop the table. She walked out of the VIP lounge and down the wraparound stairs. Big Pat watched from the railing as she left the building, just as she knew he would. I got him, she thought silently as she exited the club all the while texting her father their next potential victim. Little did Semaj know that her encounter with Big Pat would have an impact on her life forever.

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