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I had the perfect shot of him. It was after midnight, and he was home, sitting on the balcony. There was a cigar in his hand, and he was shirtless. I know for a fact that if I was home with him right now, that I would have more than likely been out there on the balcony with him, with that dick in my mouth, or in my pussy. Hell, if I could do both at the same time, I swear to God I would.

“Nothing papa. I miss you,” I replied, sounding sick in the head, knowing that I was just with him right before I came into the club.

I left his house around eight. He walked in the house from work a little after six, so I only had two hours to lie up under him, soaking up all of his time before coming into the club.

“Always remember that what you’re doing is optional. You could be here with me. I miss you too though,” he said right before putting the cigar to his lips, taking in a pull, and he blew the smoke out.

I was going to respond back to him, but Obsession walked into the locker room with two other dancers. They had been out on the main floor, working one of the VIP sections. When they walked in, they were giggling, and I watched one of the dancers place her hand on Obsession’s stomach. From where I sat, you could see her baby bump. It wasn’t anything too dramatic, but it was enough to look at it and see that she now had a little pudge. Every time I saw that bitch, it was a reminder of Hitta and the way that fuck nigga played me.

“You got a nigga on the phone and your attention is elsewhere. What you got going on?” Wolf asked me, snapping me out of staring across the room.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m here. My attention is on you,” I let him know, leaning over a little bit, so that I could grab the cord for my curling iron, and plug it into the outlet.

While I waited for it to heat up, I went into my makeup bag because I wanted to touch up my face. He made me put my attention back on him, just so he could sit back, and stare at me. It wasn’t an intense stare or anything. He was just taking me in. He smoked his cigar in complete silence, watching me as I got myself ready. You could tell that this was more than enough entertainment for him.

“You so fuckin pretty,” he let out after about two minutes of silence.

Even though he wasn’t too loud when he said it, it sounded as if he’d just taken a microphone and yelled that at me. For whatever odd reason, the locker room had gotten quiet, so when he said it, everyone heard him. Even though everyone else was across the room, they still heard him. They all paused and turned their heads to look at me. Rumors have been going around for a while that me, and Wolf were dealing with each other. Now that these bitches just heard his voice, I was sure that they were about to take this and run with it.

“Thank you, papa. You’re so handsome,” I said, giving the compliment right back.

I stayed on the phone with Wolf during the entire time that it took me to get ready. I didn’t want to hang up on him. In fact, I wanted to pack my duffle bag and call it a night. I knew I couldn’t leave though. Blue would be pissed. I just missed damn near an entire week of work, so that I could tend to my sister at the hospital.

“I’ll call you when I leave. You going to wait up for me?” I asked him.

“Yeah. Even if I doze off, my phone will be right next to me, so I’ll hear it ring,” he assured me, making me smile.

“Okay papa,” I said, standing up, knowing that I needed to get out of here.

“You love me?” he asked, making me melt.

I told him a couple of days ago during sex that I loved his ass, and since then, he’s been on my ass, making me say it all the time. I would get butterflies in my stomach every time I told him I loved him. Then, whenever he would say it back to me, I always get super emotional. Only because I believed him when he said it.

“I do love you,” I responded.

“I love you too. Go ahead, and handle your business,” he let me know. I blew him a kiss and then hung up the phone.

“Awwwww,” the women in the room cooed the second I finished the call.

I was so locked in with the conversation that I was having with my man, that it never occurred to me that they might have heard us flirting over the phone. Literally, all eyes were on me. Even Obsession was looking. I’ll be damned if I shared anything with these hoes in the room with me, so I just playfully rolled my eyes at them, waved them off, and walked back over to my locker.

As I was putting my phone in, two of the security guards walked into the room, both holding two trash bags in their hands that was filled with my earnings from my set. They brought it over to me. I thanked them for bringing it, placed it inside my locker, locked it up, and I rushed to get out of the room. As I was walking, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind. It was a woman’s arms. I knew her smell. It was Lyric’s ass. I had no idea where she’d been this entire time. I thought that she would have come down to the locker room with me, so she could get ready to go into the section with Kilo and his boys.

“Where were you?” I asked her, after she pulled away from me, and started walking on the side of me.

I didn’t trust her ass in this club because she likes to sneak off, and fuck Blue. I hated that she was doing that, and I hated that she didn’t see the wrong in it.

“On the main floor. Blue just told me that we were going to go in Kilo’s section. They just walked in. It’s about twenty of them niggas. Kilo came to see your fine ass,” she told me.

“Girl, please! I’m not worried about Kilo. I do plan on taking all his money though,” I said, and she put her hand out, so that she could give me a high- five. She was on the same time that I was on.

We ended up walking out onto the main floor together. Party goers that saw us screamed our names, happy to see us again. It wasn’t a long walk to get to the VIP section where Kilo and his friends were. Bottle girls were already in their section, getting their orders in. Blunts had already been rolled, and just about every nigga in the section had one to their lips. Now that I was even closer, all I saw coming from the section was Cuban link chains, bust down Cartier watches, VVS Diamonds in niggas mouths, and ears. They were all in Chrome Hearts, Amiri, Dior, just all the things that would make you look at them and think that they had money.

I’m not going to lie, before I started fuckin around with Wolf, if I were to see a nigga with a big Cuban around his neck, designer clothing, and all the other shit going on that these niggas in the section had on, I would have been impressed. Wolf changed my entire perspective on that. My man had long money. I’m talking, that shit stretched very far. Wolf didn’t wear his money on him though. He’ll wear designer shoes, a nice watch, but that was pretty much it. Mind you, this was a man that sold diamonds for a living, so you would think that he would be dripped out in diamonds, but that wasn’t the case. I’m not sure if the nigga was changing me, but I liked it. I liked that my man didn’t have flashy gold teeth. I liked that he wasn’t rocking designer jeans hanging off his ass. My man had this class, and clean-cut look about him, and that was super attractive to me.

“What’s up stranger?” Kilo asked me the second I made it over to him, and his guys.

He reached both of his arms out for a hug. You could tell that he wanted one of those hugs where I wrapped both arms around his neck, and his went for the small of my back. That’s not the hug that I gave him though. I gave his ass a church hug. Walking into his embrace, only wrapping one arm around him, and it was from the side. You could tell that he didn’t expect me to do that because he laughed.