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I eventually stopped looking because I was sinning. I was in the middle of the club, lusting after someone who I knew I didn’t even want. Never for a second would I even think about dating a man like Billionaire. My whole family would more than likely disown me.
“What’s up, Doctor Davidson? I see you let my girl get you out of the house tonight,” Monterius said to me after he and Twinkle were finally done swapping spit.
She clung to his arm as he walked over and gave me a quick hug.
I laughed at what he said.
“You cool, though. You in good hands. Ain’t shit going to happen to you in here. Come on. Ima take y’all over to where we kickin’ it at,” Monterius said.
I followed them because Twinkle would not let go of her man. We eventually made it over to the section where I had seen Billionaire. Two security guards were standing in front of a velvet rope that blocked entry to the section, but when they saw the three of us making our way over, they lifted the rope and let us all walk in. By this time, almost every stripper in the building had made it to the section, and they were putting on a show. I literally saw everything on these women’s bodies, making me feel so uncomfortable.
“I’ll just wait downstairs,” I said and turned to walk out, but Twinkle grabbed my arm.
“Normani, chill. They won’t be up here the whole time. Let me just go and speak to my cousin, and then we can get a spot further away from all of this,” Twinkle told me.
We were nearing Billionaire, who was now sitting on the couch. Two women were on his lap, seductively dancing on him. I had never watched porn a day in my life, but that was what I believed I was witnessing at that moment. Billionaire held stacks and stacks of money in his hands, and there was even a duffel bag right next to him on the couch that he was taking more money out of and pouring it on the women. For someone who had just gotten out of prison, he sure did have a lot of money.
“Nigga, I know you better tell these bitches to move, so I can give my cousin a hug,” Twinkle called out once we were close enough.
Billionaire’s eyes lit up when he saw Twinkle, and I watched as he whispered something to both women. They quickly removed themselves from his lap. He rushed to stand up, so he could get to Twinkle. When he did, he lifted her in the air and kissed her a couple of times on her cheek. He had such a beautiful smile.
“Still the smallest thing in the fuckin’ room, but you got the biggest fuckin’ mouth! What’s going on, baby cuz? I missed you, man. Yo, I was bragging on you when I was behind them walls. I told my niggas in there that my baby cousin be designing clothes, and Beyoncé be wearing her shit. I’m happy for you, beautiful. We gotta get you a storefront and shit. Have you putting your boutiques out in Cali, where the rich folks like to shop,” Billionaire told her.
The whole time he spoke, Billionaire wore a big smile. There was no need to question the love he had for his cousin because it showed. He looked at her like a big brother would look at their little sister. Twinkle was taking it all in, and as she did, Billionaire’s eyes landed on me. He boldly looked at me, not even trying to be discreet. However, he didn’t come off like a creep, unlike the security guards at the door.
“This your doctor friend that you be telling me about?” he asked Twinkle, but his eyes were still on me.
I ended up looking away, unable to keep up with the heat that he threw my way with his gaze. I didn’t think I’d ever been in the presence of anyone who was so openly bold.
“Yes. This is Normani. Normani, this is my cousin, Billionaire, that I was telling you about,” Twinkle introduced us.
I didn’t say anything; I couldn’t even think of anything to say, although telling him that it was nice to meet him would have more than likely been a good thing. Usually, I wasn’t even the shy type, but for whatever reason, I just couldn’t seem to find my voice.
“Your girl don’t talk?” he asked Twinkle, who laughed.
His comment annoyed me. For one, he was talking as if I wasn’t standing right there.
“I talk. You asked about me, not the other way around. What did you expect me to say?” I questioned.
I think I was just annoyed by the whole situation. Introductions were literally being done while people were standing and sitting around smoking weed. There were nude dancers all around us, and I was just uncomfortable, aggravated, and I wanted to go home now!
Twinkle bumped my shoulder, more than likely, in an attempt to get me to calm down.
Her cousin ended up laughing like something was funny.
“I’ll hurt your feelings, shorty, so Ima pretend that you didn’t even say shit to me. Your daddy even know you out at a strip club? Pipe down with all that shit because you know that if your ole boy comes in here, he’ll take his belt off and beat your ass in front of everybody. You a pastor’s kid, right?” he asked.
My legs started shaking, and so did my hands. I felt like I was back in school when people would bully me because I was a pastor’s child.
“Billion, stop. This club thing ain’t my girl’s thing. She came out for me. Chill out,” Twinkle told him.
While she talked to her cousin, his eyes were on me. Mine were on him too, but I was no longer looking at him in amazement like I had done when I was downstairs looking up at him. I never allowed people to make me this angry, but just that fast, he’d pissed me off. I didn’t want to stand around him anymore, so I walked away, found a secluded spot, and sat by myself.
In just a few short moments, Twinkle came over and took a seat next to me. She playfully laughed as she massaged my shoulders.
“Normani, relax. I would even offer you to hit a blunt with me or take a shot, but I know you won’t, so I won’t even ask. It’s really not that bad, is it?” she asked, looking over at me.
I didn’t respond because I was still annoyed about what her cousin had said to me. After about five minutes or so, she was able to perk me up a little bit by making jokes about some of the women who were standing at the entrance line of the section, trying to get through, but the security wouldn’t let them in.
