Page 16 of The Need to Know

“Didn’t I?” I tried to downplay, but there was no other way around the fact that Ezekiel was the best-looking man in the building, and I didn’t have to do a lineup.

“It’s hard to get someone something when they have everything,” the man at the mic said as he looked at Ezekiel. “But you know what they say, Dymonds never go out of style.”

In the next moment two more men came up on stage and the crowd went wild as I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Remy Dymond and his younger brother Galen were here at BLVCKJVCK, joining a very shocked Ezekiel and his friend on stage.

Everyone knew the Dymonds, they were West Coast hip-hop royalty. From their father, famed hip-hop legend Willie D, to the oldest Dymond son, Owen, who was a sometimes rapper but mainly a producer, to Remy, who was a hot rapper, and Galen, who was an R&B singer. Talent was in their genes much like their good looks. Their good looks that had women squealing all throughout the club.

Remy and Galen dapped Ezekiel and his friend up before pulling Ezekiel into a hug to wish him a happy birthday.

Remy had the mic. “What up, BLVCKJVCK?”

Everyone roared back at him.

“I’m here to wish the big homie, E, a happy birthday. Make some noise for my boy, man.”

The club shouted for Ezekiel and soon the DJ put on a song and Remy started rapping along to his hit record, “Diamond in the Rough,” causing the club to move.

Paisley sucked in a breath, admiring Remy as he owned the stage and shot a few women in the front row a grin. “He looks even better in person.”

Remy was gorgeous, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Ezekiel. Even in the midst of big names and a crowded club he was calm and collected. That nonchalant aura was definitely attractive.

Paisley pulled herself from her wanton daze as she’d been caught up ogling Remy. She tapped my thigh and gestured at where Ezekiel had his arm slung around Remy’s neck as well as his friend’s, while Remy had his arm around Galen’s. “High. Value.”

Ezekiel wasn’t a regular guy. It was clear the relationship between him and the Dymonds wasn’t staged for his birthday celebration as Remy could be seen whispering and grinning into Ezekiel’s ear as he finished his rap. He had real friendships with the celebrities who frequented this club.

“Cha-ching,” I joked.

Paisley smirked. “Hey, I wouldn’t blame you if you did go for it.”

A couple of bottle girls ascended the stage holding large bottles of champagne with sparklers sticking out of them.

Ezekiel took the mic and had our full attention as Remy and the guys stood back. “Give it up for the Dymonds one time for me.” He placed the mic under his arm as he led the round of applause briefly. “I just want to thank my boy, Cesar, for doing this for me, and I want to thank all of y’all in attendance tonight for showing love and always knowing where the livest party can be found. If it ain’t BLVCKJVCK, it’s a dub. So let’s celebrate!”

The DJ put on “Let’s Go Crazy” and Ezekiel took and raised a bottle of champagne in the air, signaling a toast to the late and iconic spoken intro from Prince.

The club resumed as Prince sang on and Ezekiel was busy taking photos with the Dymonds and posing with his champagne.

“Okay.” Paisley clasped her hands together, turning so that she was facing me. “You need a resurrection fuck.”

I paused, my face scrunching up. “A resurr-what?”

“You need a new man to come and bless your vagina with some new dick, some holy dick, some dick that’s going to mess up your walk for a week and awaken your senses.”

I snorted. “Sure.”

“Yes,” Paisley insisted. “You’re too damn loyal to Corey. Even when you break up with him you put the coochie on the shelf for him while he fucks everything that moves. And that is a great act of terrorism.”

“So I should just start sleeping around?” I challenged.

“You need an emotionless encounter that’s going to get you back in the game. That’s going to show Corey you’re not his anymore.” Paisley looked past me, an impressed grin coating her face. “And that Ezekiel guy is serving.”

“He looks like trouble.”

Paisley came back to me. “So? You fuck and you duck.”

To Paisley, it was all so simple. For me, not so much. “What about you? I don’t want to abandon you. This was supposed to be a girls’ night.”