The One I Gave My Heart To(2)

“Noooo more Drelli for this bitch!” Kelsi giggled and nudged Terri with her elbow, who was busy messing with her phone.

She and Terri hi-fived each other, really believing that it was the Drelli effect that had me feeling all suspicious. You see, Drelli was the type of drink that would sneak up on you and have you all fucked up in a short matter of time. It would hit you before you even knew it, but I knew, for a fact, that it wasn’t the Drelli talking. Somebody’s eyes were planted on me, and I could literally feel them roaming every inch of my body; from the top of my slayed jet black bob with the middle part, all the way down to my gracefully designed and pedicured toes that were covered in neon pink nail polish.

“I know that’s right! I was just about to roll one up, but I refuse to let this bitch hit it…she already talking crazy.” Terri stated, placing her phone back inside of her purse, because we all knew how I get to tripping once that marijuana took hold of my system.

“Fuck y’all bitches!!” Flipping them the bird, I stood up from my barstool and adjusted the back side of my attire that seemed to keep waning in the crack of my ass.

I was just about to sit back down when the sexiest set of eyes caught my attention from afar. They belonged to someone in the VIP unit, and as soon as we made eye contact, he slightly adjusted the black and yellow Pittsburgh fitted cap that relaxed on top of his head. He tilted it downward so that his eyes were no longer visible for me to see, and he was laid back, thuggishly, in his chair, swaying his knees in and out.

He took a swig of his Corona, then placed it down on the end table that rested next to him. That’s when I noticed a shrewd smirk creep across his face, as if he knew that I was still watching, and indeed I was. Feeling uncomfortable, I turned my head quickly, dismissing the situation and continued my night out with my girls.

“Man, I can’t believe y’all bitches got me out at the club on a Thursday night. Y’all know damn well I got class in the morning! I swear, y’all hoes are a bad influence on my life!” I complained, while shaking my head in disbelief at my two best friends since middle school. We were still sitting at the bar sipping on our drinks enjoying the scenery around us.

“Hold up, bitch! Don’t try to blame that on us. You a grown ass woman.” Kelsi stated, and Terri agreed.

“I know that’s right. Acting like we put a gun up to ya big ass head or sum.” Terri laughed.

“Y’all might as well had, with all that begging y’all was doing before we got here.” I had to remind them, because all of a sudden, they had been diagnosed with amnesia. It was a quarter to ten and I had just stepped out of the shower. I was on my way to bed, when they popped up at my house, unannounced, like they always did. They were banging on the door like the damn police, which I had become accustomed to since the first day that I moved into my apartment years ago. After about an hour of listening to them beg, I finally gave in, and slipped on some club attire.

“Whatever, hoe………It’s some bad ass bitches up in here tonight!” Terri licked her lips lustfully, as she scanned the club admiring all of the women that had come out to the club damn near naked. They were craving for some attention, and she was giving them just what they were yearning for. There were ass and titties hanging out all over the place. The only thing that was missing were stripper poles.

“K, who is that guy over there in the VIP section?” I asked Kelsi, pointing to the cocky guy that couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of me. Now, normally when you catch someone staring at you, they would quickly turn their head, but not this nigga. He had this attitude and aura about him that screamed, Yeah, I’m watching you! What you gonna do about it?

Kelsi sat her drink down on the bar, looked over in the direction that I was referring to, and handed me a knowingly smile.

“Bitch….you know who that is!” She teased. “That’s yo’ boo Dola!” She answered, flashing all thirty-two of her pearlys’.

“Oh my God! Hoe you better stop playin! Damn…I didn’t even know it was him.” I frantically stated.

How did I not recognize who he was? I know I don’t have 20/20 vision but damn. Usually, I could spot that fine muthafucka from a mile away. Must be these club lights! I thought.

Quickly, I turned around facing the bar, so that he wasn’t able to make eye contact with me anymore. I was too damn ashamed. For what, I don’t know, because I had no reason to be at all. There wasn’t a chick in the club that could stand next to me with my pretty face and banging ass body. My skin complexion was golden brown, and I stood about 5’4 weighing at least 165 pounds. I was pretty thick, but in all the right places. The all-black strapless jumpsuit that I modeled embraced my physique like a parent hugging their child at their high school graduation, and the gold metal waist belt that was attached to it made it impossible for one to believe that my waist even existed.