Real Wifeys: Get Money (9 page)

Shock and disbelief had me for a hot second. My friend and my man.

“WHATTHEFUCK?” I shouted, seeing shades of red. Blood red. I felt nauseous.

I pushed past the club manager and ran straight at the treacherous two with my fists already balled up and ready for some head action.

“Oh shit,” Make$ swore. He jumped up and turned.

I barely had time to take in his dick hard and pressing against his jeans. Ready to fuck. His chin and fucking mouth was still wet with her skanky pussy juices.

Goldie tried to cover her exposed titties with her hands. I felt so much hate for this bitch. Even more than I had for Make$. I trusted this bitch. I TRUSTED this bitch!

“You nasty, no-good bitch!” I screamed, my eyes taking in the money all over the floor and her thong bikini lying on top of it. What?!
He was paying for the pussy?

Goldie hopped off the counter, pulling up her bustier, just as I reached past Make$ and straight swung on that bitch hard as I could. My fist landed against her chin, knocking her head back, and I hoped I dislodged her dick-sucking jaw. Fucking bird-ass bitch. I’m calling this bitch to get the scoop on my nigga and
she
fucking him. SCANDALOUS!

“And you’s a nasty
lying
-ass bitch,” Goldie screamed back before she swung back at me.

Fuck it. We went at it with Make$ dead in the middle. Blow for blow. This bitch deserved to get her ass beat.

WHAP. BA-DHAP. POW.

Make$ put his hands up trying to stop us and blocked my blows, leaving me open for that bitch to slap and uppercut me. My face stung from her blows and I tried to jump over his short ass to straight deaden that bitch for putting her hands in my face like she was my pimp. Humph,
she
was the fucking whore.

Make$ grabbed me around my waist and pushed me back as I wiped the little bit of blood she drew from my bottom lip. I wasn’t done with that bitch by any means.

I looked out at the people crowded up outside the open bathroom door. Fucking great. Now the world knew my business. Shit. I could see that shit in all the blogs and press now with a headline just as scandalous as the shit going down. That pissed me off even more.

“You ain’t shit, Goldie. I fucking trusted your ass. You knew I loved that nigga. You knew that shit and you steady fucking him behind my back. That’s dirty. You dirty.”

I pointed my finger at her. Fighting back tears. I couldn’t believe this shit. What the fuck was the world coming to? Nobody was to be trusted? People didn’t give a shit about loyalty no more?

My eyes shifted between the two of them as I shook my head feeling all kinds of fucked up by these scandalous, no-good trifling motherfuckers. I started pacing, trying to figure out a way to get at that bitch.

Two big bouncers stepped through the crowd to stop into the bathroom.

“This my party. I want her ass out of here,” Goldie said.

I locked my eyes on Make$. What lies did he have for what the fuck I saw with my own eyes? What bullshit would he pull to make me feel better about
this
shit?

“And the young lady threw the first punch,” the club manager said.

I barely heard or saw anything around me. My focus was on my man. He couldn’t even look at me.

One of the bouncers stepped toward me.

“This is between me, the trick, and my no-good man. We got this. We don’t need y’all,” I said, nowhere near done with these two.

“Come on, Luscious. Go on with that shit, man,” Make$ said, looking bored as he called somebody on his BlackBerry.

That shit, that blasé shit from him, stung like a motherfucker. I stepped toward him, ready to slap that BlackBerry out his hand and then make him eat that motherfucker.

One of the bouncers picked me up by my waist, causing my dress to rise up around my ass as he carried me out the bathroom leaving my man with his ho.

Shit in my world changed in just that instant. Everything. These two motherfuckers were dead to me and I knew I was going to make them pay for this shit.

“Fuck you, Goldie. Fuck both y’all scandalous-ass trife-life bitches,” I screamed over the bouncer’s shoulder. “The unjust don’t prosper, bitch.”

The club manager closed the bathroom door, following the bouncers through the crowd as they carried me straight out that motherfucker like I wasn’t shit but a nuisance. Just as I saw Make$’s two bodyguards headed toward the bathroom.

Fuck it.

I pushed the bouncer off me as soon as he set me down on my Gucci feet outside the club. I stalked up the street, vaguely acknowledging that this was my second time getting booted out a fucking club. Ugh!

I climbed into the Jag and started it. I couldn’t believe not only did Make$ get caught but his punk ass didn’t even come after me. That nigga was busted and embarrassed. Couldn’t even face me. Fuck him. I leaned back against the butter-soft leather headrest and closed my eyes as I waited for my heart to stop pounding.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I blinked them away. Fuck crying. Fuck pity. Fuck it all.

I started to call Eve, but she never really cared about Goldie and would be full of nothing but “I told you so.” Michel was away for the weekend with a part-time boo visiting from out of town. Wasn’t no need to ruin his weekend with my bullshit.

I did call Missy though. Just what the fuck did she know and did I need to whup her ass too for not telling me? Her phone rang three times and went to voice mail. I skipped leaving a message and dialed her number again. And again.

Maybe she couldn’t hear it ringing in the club.

Maybe she didn’t have her phone on her.

Maybe she was avoiding my call.

I was about to call the bitch again when she called me.

“Luscious! Oh my God, you and Goldie is wildin’ the fuck out,” she said, the sound of the party still going strong in the background.

“No, that no-good, backstabbing bitch wildin’ out and she lucky her ass ain’t being carried out on a coroner’s stretcher,” I snapped back.

“Damn, what happened?”

I squinted my eyes as I held the BlackBerry with a death grip. “I caught her trifling ass in the bathroom with Make$—”

“Oooh. So that shit is true?”

“So I guess you didn’t know they was fucking. Right?” I asked, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

“No I didn’t. For real. That’s pretty fucked up.”

I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead. “Ain’t shit pretty about it,” I said, not even sure I believed her.

“Well, she just hired me to go on tour with them. . . . I guess she’s fucked that up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Missy, no offense, but I really don’t give a fuck,” I snapped.

“I’m just being honest, Luscious. Shit. That was good money I could use,” Missy shot right back at me. “Plus I didn’t even think Goldie would ever pull no shit like this. She’s always about her business.”

“I know what I saw.”

“So I heard.”

Embarrassing. “Missy. Let me call you back.”

I hung up before she could say another word. She wasn’t offering me any new info. Either she was blind to the fact or keeping herself out of the bullshit.

My BlackBerry sounded again. I looked at it. Make$. I sent his ass straight to voice mail and wished I could send him straight to hell. Turning the phone off I tossed it onto the passenger seat and steered the Jag away from the curb. I had just pulled to a red light at the corner when I spotted the tall dude from the club. The one I saw Goldie hugging. He was walking up the street with his hands pushed deep inside the pockets of his jeans and his head down. He looked over at my vehicle as he continued up the street.

Whoa.

He was fine. That tall, dark and fine swagger with the lean features, high cheekbones, and slanted eyes. Dressed casual but stylish. None of that metallic eagle bullshit on the front of his tee or overembellished designs on the pockets of his jeans. He was young and fine, with that hip-hop swagger but grown-man style. The combo was good. Damn good.

I squinted my eyes as I watched him. Something was nipping at me. Add some dreads and was this . . .

I eased from the light and lowered the passenger window as I slowed down to turn the corner behind him. “Has?” I called out, taking a chance.

He made a face as he stopped to bend down to look inside my car. “I know you?” he asked, his voice deep with that East Coast inflection.

I stopped the car in the middle of the street and put it in park before I climbed out and smoothed my dress over my hips as I made my way around the car and up on the sidewalk. His eyes took me all in as Goldie’s words about him came back to me.

“I just know that nigga can do a serious fuckdown. He walk like he gotta keep his thighs open ’cause his dick swinging. You know? One of them dangerous dicks.”

Just what I needed to get back at Make$ and Goldie.

“You ’bout to rob me?” Has asked, smiling and showing white, even teeth.

The dumb bitch didn’t go for that dangerous dick
but
she fucked my little-dick man. And yes, the dick was little. I didn’t give a fuck before. But now? Humph. Hey, love glossed over shit, and hate kept everything real as hell.

“I saw you in the club with Goldie,” I said, putting my full flirt on. “Y’all friends?”

Has’s face got hard like the mention of her name pissed him off. “Nah, not really,” he said.

I nodded, letting my eyes take him all in. Letting my pain guide my actions. I extended my hand to him. “I’m Luscious,” I said. “Goldie mentioned you before. I wanted to meet you and introduce myself and bask in all this fineness you got going on.”

His licked his lips as he looked down at me, his broad shoulders shadowing me from the street light above. “So you and Goldie friends?” he asked, reaching in his back pocket to pull out a prerolled blunt.

I licked my lips and watched as he lit it and took a big toke. “She was,” I said, stepping up to cup my hands over his mouth and then press my mouth to the other ends of my hands, making a tunnel.

His sexy slanted eyes locked with my brown eyes as he followed my lead and blew a stream of thick smoke into my hands for me to inhale into my lungs. I winked at him before I tilted my head and blew the stream of smoke up to the night sky in a rush.

His eyes were locked on my mouth as he pressed the blunt back between his lips. “What happened with you and Goldie?” he asked.

I licked my lips as I took the blunt from him, careful not to burn my acrylic tips. “I walked in the bathroom a few minutes ago and caught her fucking my man,” I said, all easy and shit like that shit wasn’t totally fucked up. Like it didn’t wreck my world and shatter my heart. Like I wasn’t ready to crawl into my bed and cry like a hungry baby.

“Word?” he asked, his eyes filled with surprise.

I nodded before I walked back over to my car. I searched the case for the CD I was looking for and slid it into the player. Soon the sound of “Motivation” filled the air. Thankfully there was nothing but abandoned houses and the parked cars of all the partygoers in there kissing Goldie’s ass.
All hail the queen.
What the fuck ever. Tricky bitch.

I smoked the blunt as I pulled from my stripper moves and danced under the circle of light created in the darkness by the streetlight. That scandalous bitch actually taught me that a woman didn’t have to be naked to be sexy. It was all in the moves and the eye contact. Make that man feel like he is the only one who exists.

Has posted up against the building, pressing the sole of one of his black Jordans against the brick as he tilted his head to the side and watched me. Close. “So what’s this all about . . . Luscious?” he asked.

Betrayal. Heartache. Revenge.

I just shrugged as I clamped the blunt with my teeth and used both my hands to ease the skirt of my dress up around my hips. “Why you cut your dreads?” I asked.

Has smiled a little and mimicked my shrug.

This nigga was cool as fuck. Laid-back. He was the shit and he knew it. And it wasn’t because he was rich or famous. It was just him. All him.

I walked over to stand before him, placing the blunt in his mouth before I turned and pressed my soft ass back against him. His hands came out to touch my waist, but I was surprised when he gently pushed me off him. I turned and looked up at him.

“So this some revenge shit?” Has asked, smoking the blunt. “You using me to get back at your boy and Goldie?”

An image of Make$ eating Goldie out flashed like a bolt of lightning or some shit. I blinked and looked down at my heels to keep from crying.

“So it don’t bother you that she let my man—no, no, let me fix that—she let
a
man eat her out in the bathroom a minute after you walked out?” I asked, looking up at him as I motioned my hands with attitude. “The same dude that flexed on you in the club with the little shoulder check.”

Has’s eyes squinted more. “Make$? That’s your man? He said some dumb shit to me, but I waved that little nigga off. He’s nonsense to me, with that one whack-ass song,” he said.

“Exactly,” I agreed. Like I said, love glosses over things and hate keeps shit forever real as hell.

He frowned deeply. “That’s some foul shit they did. Matter of fact, a lot of foul shit went down tonight.”

I reached up and took the blunt from his hand, dropping it to the street to crush beneath my stiletto. I closed my eyes as I stepped to this fine nigga, grabbed his shirt tight, and raised up on my toes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He smelled like some sexy-ass cologne, and I let myself get lost in his scent. Get lost in him. Forget Make$ and Goldie’s tricking ass.

His body went stiff, like he wasn’t fucking with it. “We can’t—”

I moved his arms and pressed my body against his. Curves for days. I knew that, and now he felt it. I couldn’t bring myself to kiss him on the mouth but I licked a trail from his strong, square jaw down his neck. His skin was fresh and clean beneath my tongue.