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"Ignore D. We love you, Niyomi."
"Oh, I know. That bitch wasn't complaining about me being a mom when Kelvin got locked up, and her ass was depressed. Who came over and nursed her ass back to health?" Niyomi rolled her eyes and shot back.
"I forgot about that while y'all bitches were threatening to drag me out of bed," I fussed, flipping back and forth between them.
"That nigga cheated on you. He didn't deserve the energy you were giving him. Kelvin was loyal, just dumb as fuck," Denim shook her head, recalling him engaging in a shoot-out with the police instead of surrendering.
"Speak of the fuckin' devil. What is Cel doing here?" Niyomi asked.
"He better not get stupid, I tell you that. Gritting up here like you did something to him," Denim fussed.
Unknown to them, his attendance wasn't a surprise. I'd already had a run-in with him, and I prayed that Gi's warning was enough to keep him away from me.
"You okay, Lo?" Niyomi asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"Don't baby her ass. Fuck Cel. He cheated on you, and now you have a fine-ass chocolate man wining and dining us. Cel, who?" Denim asked.
Pouring another drink, I tried to focus on the music instead of Marcel and me being in the same city. This was far from over, but I couldn't understand why he wouldn't let me go.
"Are you good?" My heart took a risky leap as Gi snuck up behind me as if he could sense my need for security.
"Hard not to be with your fine chocolate ass around. Thanks for tonight. This 1942 is," Denim gave Gi a thumbs up while nodding, letting Niyomi and I know she was drunk.
Denim could barely drive sober, so it would be a cold day in hell before I got in the car with her after a night of drinking.
"Only the best for Lo and her people," Gi smiled while glancing at me.
"I like the way you think," Denim nodded before pointing at me, "Don't fuck this up for us."
"Alright, that's enough for you." Niyomi confiscated her glass before ushering Denim in the opposite direction.
"Please, ignore her," I winced at Denim's unfiltered personality.
"Why? You disagree with her statement about my fine chocolate ass?" Gi asked, playfully brushing against his face before posing.
"You're aite," I replied, turning around to hide my true feelings.
Gi was fine and oozed sex appeal, making it incredibly easy to relax around him. The same way he stood there screamed confidence. He stood tall and straight like a tower with broad shoulders as his dark tendrils gleamed against the lights. Gi was darker than me. His smooth chestnut skin stretched over high cheekbones similar to mine.
So yeah, Gi was more than aite, and every woman in attendance tonight would agree. I noticed the way they watched his every move. Since I was the eye of his affection tonight, they were watching me too, trying to figure out why me and not them. Marcel was among the haters who tuned in to the show, and the more I drank, the freer I became.
On the way out, I even heard one woman whisper she's aite for a dark skin girl. It didn't bother me because I had heard it all. Chocolate skin had become a fad, but most didn't feel that way growing up. I was joked about and maimed for it, but Sadie never let me get down about it. She always reminded me that I was beautiful the way I was.
Gi excused himself to handle something with his cousin, but the girls and I were ready to hit the road. Denim wanted me to get his number, but the club lights came on, and I was slowly sobering up. I tried to avoid the awkward ‘what's next’ interaction, so we made our way out to the parking lot with the rest of the patrons.
"Tonight was so fun!" Denim was in the middle and wrapped her arms around us. "I love you bitches!"
"Too much fun! You're supposed to drive home, and you're drunk!" Niyomi fussed, pushing Denim off her because she knew she'd have to drive.
"It's not my fault! I didn't know Lo would meet a fine ass nigga with money!" Denim slurred, rolling her finger in Niyomi's face.
"You know me better than anybody, and you keep playing with me! Where’s my shit?" I didn't know where Marcel came from. Nor did I have time to prepare for the way Marcel yoked me up.
"Nigga are you fuckin’ crazy!" Niyomi yelled while Denim kicked off her heels, ready to fight.
"This ain't got shit to do with you, Niyomi!"
"Like hell it doesn't! You better let her go or be ready to lose a fuckin' eye!" Denim threatened.
