I nodded and we both stepped out. For Davion to claim that he wasn’t ready for me to be his girl, he sure had a bad way of making me believe that. For example, right now he had me in a bad ass bandage dress from Herve Leger and a pair of six inch pumps from Christian Louboutin. Not to mention, this morning he paid for me to get my hair, nails, and feet done, all so that I could match his fly for the occasion tonight.
Everything about Davion screamed sex appeal, and honestly, he was giving Quan a run for his money. He was dressed in a three piece, navy blue suit, matching the color of my dress perfectly, along with a pair of black Louboutin dress shoes on his feet. He had gotten a hair cut this morning, and his full beard was too damn sexy. I had so many plans for what I wanted to do with that beard. The first one would be, of course, riding his face. I didn’t even know when the hell we would get on that level though because it’s like he didn’t even want to fuck with me like that. I had been up under him almost constantly, but he had yet to make a move on me.
We walked toward the front of the club and the line was damn near wrapped around the building. “Why is it so crowded tonight? It’s only a Thursday,” I said to Davion, grabbing his hand because he was walking so fast and I couldn’t keep up with him in these high ass heels.
“Those Miami niggas, Quan and Dre, is supposed to be performing tonight. You didn’t see that shit on the billboard on the way over here?” Davion asked me.
A lump formed in my my throat. Oh my God! What the fuck was I going to do? I couldn’t chance running into Quan because it was no telling what he was going to do to me. At this point, I just wanted to go back in the car and wait for Davion to handle his business, but I knew that he would grow suspicious.
“What’s wrong with you? Why you looking like you just saw a ghost or some shit?” Davion asked me.
I had to think of the quickest lie because ain’t no way in hell I was about to tell him about my past with Quan. It would definitely turn him off.
“Nothing, it’s just I can’t believe that we’re about to stand in this long ass line just to get into the club. Can’t we just come back another time?” I asked, hoping that he would fall for it.
“Baby girl, when you got clout, you don’t have to stand in long ass lines. Now, let’s go,” he said, pulling me along and we skipped the whole line.
I watched as he went into his pockets and gave the bouncer a couple of hundreds. After that, he searched both of us, and just that quick we were inside the club. When we stepped inside, the DJ was playing Rhianna and Drake’s new song, “Work.” I bopped my head to the music and tried to look as comfortable as possible. I’m not going to lie, the strippers they had in Atlanta were fuckin’ beautiful, I mean ass and titties for days. The whole vibe of being in an Atlanta club versus being in a Miami club was way different. The niggas in Atlanta were on the dance floor dancing and shit, versus when you go to a club in Miami, all of the niggas are pretty much in the club, posted up vibing on the wall.
We walked hand in hand toward the bar and sat on the stools. “I like this whole set up. Peep how they got a lil section downstairs for VIP, and then they have another one up here. With my club, we just have one VIP section. That’s nice right there,” Davion said, observing the club. I loved to see him in work mode like this because that shit was sexy.
“Can I get you two anything to drink?” the bartender came over to us and asked.
She looked like she was about twenty-four or twenty-five and she was a pretty, light skinned chick with a pair of breasts that sat up to perfection in the white tank top and booty shorts that she was wearing. I pretty much wore the same thing back at Davion’s club, but instead of wearing a tank, we wore a V-neck with the club’s name etched on it.
“Umm, I’ll just take some water,” I said.
I wanted to be prepared just in case we ran into Quan’s ass tonight. His ass might start a scene in this bitch tonight. If he did, I was going to deal with it in a sober state.
“Let me get a cup of Henny,” Davion told her. She nodded her head and went off to get our drinks.
“What’s up, Atlanta?” the DJ said over the mic, and the crowd started screaming.
“I heard all y’all came out tonight to see them Miami niggas perform. Is that right?” he asked the crowd, and that lump formed again in my throat.
I sat playing with my fingers because I was just so fuckin’ nervous. I honestly never thought that I would see Quan again, mainly because I knew for a fact that I didn’t plan on coming back to Miami. But clearly, Quan is a famous rapper and his ass could be anywhere around the world. I looked on two minutes later as Quan and Dre made their way to the stage. I swear to God; it didn’t make any sense for the two of those niggas to be so damn fine.
/> Dre was fine in a thugged out way. I would never get with his ass though because I heard stories about how crazy he was, plus I knew about him going to prison for beating his ex-girlfriend’s ass. The shit that I was pulling with Quan, I knew for a fact that if I were to pull that reckless shit with Dre, he would have my ass floating in a damn river somewhere. I watched as Quan blessed the stage, and it made me think of the times when we were on good terms. I can’t say the times when we were together because we never were.
It's sad because I remember in the beginning when we first started talking, yeah he was fine, but I was mainly into him because of his money. Back then, when he performed, I would normally sit back stage on my social media accounts. I wasn’t worried about being out there supporting him. Instead, I was worried about him buying me that new Birkin or Chanel bag. I always thought that me having a pretty face, fat ass, and the ability to suck a mean dick, meant I fit the qualifications of being his number one lady. Totally forgetting the fact that having a woman who supported him and his dreams meant more than those other three factors. Maybe I could have been his girl and I wouldn’t have had to pin a baby on him if I’d known that. But hey, that’s neither here nor there, and for the first time in forever, I didn’t want Quan. I really didn’t.
“Them niggas is the truth, for real,” Davion said, complimenting Quan and Dre. I nodded my head in agreement.
After they finished performing two more songs, they got off the stage and mingled through the crowd, taking pictures with their fans. I thought that this was the perfect opportunity to leave, which is why I tapped Davion on his shoulder.
“Are you ready to go now? Remember, we have that early flight back to Naples in the morning,” I said, trying to sound convincing enough to get him to leave, but he was still sitting in the stool, not bothering to leave.
“I ain’t no groupie ass nigga, but I do want to give them niggas the credit that’s due. They coming over this way now, so after I talk to them right quick, then we can leave,” he told me, and I just knew that my ass was about to pass the fuck out.
“There they go right there. Ay, Quan and Dre,” Davion called out and waved them over.
As they made their way in our direction, I sat back in my seat, hoping that Davion’s muscular body would shelter them from seeing me.
“What’s good?” they both asked as soon as they made their way over to us.
“Man, I just wanted y’all to know that y’all did a good ass job up there. One brotha to another, you niggas is the truth for real. Whenever y’all decide to come to Naples, please hit me up because I got a club out there and I would love for y’all to come out and perform,” Davion said. He reached in his suit jacket and passed them his card.
“I appreciate that though, my nigga, and thanks for the support,” Quan said.