Page 25 of Entranced With the Hellhound

Being jealous is so embarrassing, but sometimes it’s more than jealousy; it’s the disrespect. And I hate a disrespectful hoe. Those bitches love to be all over a man that doesn’t belong to them. For the most part, Bishop’s mean ass keeps them off of him. But some keep coming back no matter what.

I’m just glad that I’m meeting the girls out for dinner and drinks before we go to the clubhouse tonight. It will be nice to relax and spill tea without the guys around for once. It will also help to ease my nerves to see them beforehand.

I walk into the little Mexican restaurant with my bag slung over my shoulder. I’m dressed casually in my jeans and t-shirt because I worked an early shift today, so I had all afternoon to relax. After we eat, we’re going to Roxy’s place to change before heading to the clubhouse to party.

I don’t mind wearing my booty shorts and tank tops out in public, and neither does Roxy, but Sassy is an auditor, and she doesn’t like to show her goods when she’s not hanging out at the clubhouse.

I get it because I’m a nurse and some people may look at me differently if they saw my ass hanging out of a pair of shorts, but I don’t give a damn. What I wear when I’m not at work is nobody’s business.

“Blue!”

I see Sassy waving her hand at me. She and Roxy are already here, along with Roxy’s cousin Dee. We are about the only black women who hang with the Hounds. Although there are a few more, we aren’t as close to them.

“Hey ladies,” I say, hugging each of them one by one.

“So, a little birdie told me that Bishop hemmed your ass up in the conference room a few weeks ago.”

I can feel my face burning. Those big ass grown men gossip like teenage girls. Always spilling tea that ain’t theirs.

“I know you fucking lyin’. You got yo back blown out in the conference room, and didn’t tell me about it?” Roxy practically yells.

My cheeks are flaming hot now, and I haven’t even had anything to drink. I knew the girls were going to tease the hell outta me when they found out; that’s why I haven’t told them yet. They knew how much I liked Bishop; hell, everybody knew.

“First of all, my back was not blown out in the conference room,” I say after regaining my composure.

“So, what you’re saying is… it got blown out in Bishop’s presidential suite at the clubhouse.” Sassy sips her drink, then flashes me a cheeky smile.

“I’ve never been in Bishop’s room,” Dee casually comments.

“Please, as if Crush would let you out of his sight long enough for you to know what Bishop’s room looks like,” Roxy laughs.

“True.” Dee shrugs.

We all chuckle because we’re in the same boat. We are dealing with overprotective men who love hard and don’t play. It’s a wonder they let us out tonight without one of them lurking in the parking lot somewhere.

“Anyway, so are y’all official or?” Sassy questions, curiosity gracing her features.

“I mean, you know how the Hounds get down. You’re my woman…” I shrug, trying to play it cool.

“Them hoes about to be mad!” Dee cackles loudly.

I guess we’ll see!

The party is in full swing when we step into the clubhouse. Of course, we turn heads as soon as we walk in the door because not only do we look the fuck good, but we decided to coordinate. We all have on little cut-off jean shorts, cowboy boots, and cropped Hellhound t-shirts. Our skin is glowing from body butter, and our natural hair is poppin’. We look hot as fuck!

“Goddamn!” Someone catcalls as soon as we are all the way inside.

The girls and I laugh as we make our way to the bar. Our Hounds already knew we were on the way. As a matter of fact, Ace was waiting in his truck in the parking lot of the restaurant when we got finished with our drinks. He said that he would be our rideshare for the evening. All I could do was shake my head because I knew they wouldn’t let us have a girls’ night without one of them showing up.

“Well, don’t y’all look adorable. Rope, I should’ve worn my Daisy Dukes,” Tiny says, winking at her Old Man.

“We’re too old to be having more babies, woman. And that’s exactly what would happen if you put on an outfit like that,” Rope replies, making Tiny blush.

We all giggle like children because Rope and Tiny are the club’s elders. They flirt like nobody’s business, and it’s the cutest thing. Everyone wants a love as long-lasting as theirs.

Tiny lines up shot glasses in front of us, and I know this night is about to be one for the books. I haven’t been hanging out, and now I’m back and ready to let my hair down. I finally feel at ease.

I don’t have to worry about what Bishop is doing or how we will interact. There won’t be any uncertainty between us because we both know where we stand in our relationship. I feel lighter just knowing we finally cleared the hurdle so we can just be together.