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The next Sunday morning I woke up around 10:45 a.m. Sundays were really my chill days but I got a text from my boy Otis letting me know to meet him at the club we owned out on South Beach called Club Luxury. Around three years ago, Lani and I were constantly beefing about me leaving the game alone until one day, she left my ass with an ultimatum. I was forced to choose between the game and my wife. I know some of y’all might say, “You shouldn’t even have to think about that!” But man, that had to be one of the hardest decisions that I ever made in my life. Was the police constantly watching my every move worth it? Was watching my back every two seconds so I didn’t get my head blown off worth it? And most importantly, was it worth losing my wife from the constant late nights and having her wait up for me?
So, I did what any other real man would do in this sort of situation. I chose my wife! Lani gave my ass six months to finish up what I had to do out in the streets. And in those six months I worked my ass off. I had enough money to last us a lifetime and never have to work a day in our lives again. Once I was completely finished with the game I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I couldn’t just sit around the house and do nothing. I started asking myself questions like “what the fuck am I good at?” One thing I knew for sure I wasn’t working a nine to five when I’m already damn near a millionaire.
One night me and my boy Otis were out at nightclub when it finally hit me that I wanted to open up my own joint. Otis was still in the game around this time. I told him with the amount of money we could make from having our own club, he could leave that dope boy shit to somebody else. So my boy and I teamed up and worked our asses off to finally have our very own spot out on South Beach.
Some of the most known celebrities come to our spot, from Trina to Nicki Minaj and even my niggas Migos. Our club is decked out real nice, thanks to the help of my wife, her girls, and my mom who, helped pick out the decorations. Downstairs is where we have a big ass dance floor that can hold at least 12,000 people. We also have couches and booths down there as well. There are two bars in the club, one downstairs and one upstairs. We have strippers too but they are only upstairs. The upstairs of our club is for what we like to call the “ballers only section.” To get upstairs, you had to have money, point blank period. You could spend roughly up to $3,000 in one night fucking with Club Luxury. It costs $500 a night for upstairs because that’s the V.I.P. of the club. We had some of the baddest strippers there too. I’m talking fine quality like Lisa Raye when she played Diamond on The Players Club.
After jumping out the shower I chose to throw on my black Nike shorts, a wife beater, and my Nike slides. When I got in the kitchen Lani was standing by the oven making pancakes.
“Good morning baby,” she cooed as she flipped the pancakes onto the other side.
“Good morning bae,” I said as I went into the refrigerator to pour me a cup of orange juice.
“What you getting into today?”
“Nothing. I’m about to go head over to the club to meet with O for a minute,” I said, watching her every move.
“Oh alright. When I finish eating I’ma go take a shower and go to the gym.”
“Alright baby,” I said, walking over to her and taking the fork out of her hand so I could get a piece of one of the pancakes.
“Move Ty, now damn,” she said as she tried to get the fork from me.
Laughing I stood up to leave. “Alright bae, I’ll see you when I get back, I love you,” I said, kissing her on the lips.
“I love you too,” she said with a mouth full of food.
“What’s good nigga?” I said to O once we reached the main floor inside of the club.
“Nigga it’s going down Friday night. I just got a call from my man Stevie J. letting me know that he wanna have his girl Joseline’s birthday bash here,” he started. “We gotta make sure we get flyers everywhere and have only the top five baddest strippers to work that night too. We’ll do a promotion that night and let the females in free before midnight.” My boy was too hyped as he continued going on and on about our upcoming event.
“Alright then nigga, it’s on,” I said as I reached out to dap my boy up. “I’ma run upstairs to my office because I think I left my iPod up there,” I said, pressing the button to let me go to the second floor. O decided to ride the elevator up there with me.
“Aye man, what’s up with your wife’s girl?” he asked, trying to cover that big ass smile.
“Who nigga?”
“Man Tisha fine ass, that’s who. I been wanted her pretty ass but every time I approach her she treat me like I’m some lame out here in these streets. Tell Lani to give me her number so I could call her ass,” he said ,looking serious as a heart attack.
“Alright man but if you get her, don’t fuck around on her because my wife
wouldn’t let me here the end of that shit man,” I told him, dead ass serious.
“Man I got her,” he let me know.
When we got inside my office I went to my desk where I saw my iPod laying from the other night. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to give Lani a call.
“What’s up bae?” she answered.
“Nothing much. Baby let me get Tisha number for my boy O,” I said grinning and looking over at O sitting in the chair looking happy as fuck.
“What he want her number for? He like her or something? And what’s so funny? Just pass him the phone,” she said after asking me a million damn questions.
I passed the phone over to Otis and watched him get interrogated by my wife. I don’t know what the hell she was saying to him but his ass was damn sure listening. Then I watched him go in his pocket and he typed something in. Five minutes later he passed me back my phone.
“So she gave you the number?” I asked, laughing at the look on his face.
“Yeah man she gave it to me. Let’s get the hell up outta here,” he responded, getting up so we could lock down the club.
