“What the hell?” Drayla burst out laughing.
“Girl, yes,” I said, laughing with her. “That man is crazy.”
“I knew his ass was a freak.”
I shook my head, still laughing, before changing the subject. “You ready to go?”
One thing I never had to worry about was Drayla crossing lines with Kyrie. She never looked at him like that, and I appreciated it more than she probably realized.
When we walked up to the entrance, the bouncer took one look at us before opening the VIP entrance without saying a word.
The second we stepped inside, reggae music filled the club.
Drayla instantly started swaying her hips to the beat while we made our way toward the bar together.
The second we made it to the bar, Drayla ordered us both drinks while I leaned against the counter, letting myself finally relax a little.
The club was packed but not packed enough that I couldn’t move around without folks bumping into me every five seconds. Between the reggae music playing and the drinks finally hitting my system, I could already feel myself loosening up.
“See?” Drayla smirked while grabbing her drink from the bartender. “You needed this.”
“I know,” I admitted before taking a sip. “I swear I feel like I been trapped in that house for a month.”
“That’s because your man got you on house arrest.”
I rolled my eyes. “Girl, yes.”
“And the crazy part is… you lowkey like it.”
“Shut up.” I laughed before taking another sip.
Drayla started laughing too, then grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the dance floor once another reggae song came on.
At first, I tried to act like I wasn’t getting into it, but after a couple more drinks, I finally stopped caring.
The music was loud, people were dancing, and for the first time in a while, my mind wasn’t all over the place.
Until my phone buzzed in my hand.
I already knew who it was before even looking.
Kyrie:You made it?
A small smile instantly pulled at my lips.
Me:Yes daddy.
Not even ten seconds later, another text came through.
Kyrie:Watch that mouth before I come drag you out that club myself.
I laughed softly under my breath.
Kyrie:What you drinking?
I snapped a quick picture of the colorful drink in my hand before sending it to him.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzed again.
