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“relationship” or
whatever this was, but I was already envisioning a beach wedding,
2.5 kids and a house in the hills. I loved living as a single,
independent career woman, but I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t
give that up to have a man like Grey be my husband. And if I played
my cards right, he would belong to me soon enough.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Grey
    July 2014
     
    “So what would my schedule look like?” Niema asked
me. She crossed her legs seductively, leaned forward and propped
her arms up on her knee. Her new position gave me a better view of
her nice sized titties that were threatening to tumble out of her
low cut shirt. I swallowed hard.
    Interviewing these dancers for the club was becoming
harder and harder every day. They were coming dressed in less and
less clothing and I couldn’t front; most of these chicks were
Smooth Magazine fine. It had been a couple Draya’s, a few K.
Michelle’s, a handful of Amber Rose’s and a bad ass chick that was
the thicker version of Ciara and she could move like her too. I was
having a hard time focusing on being professional and had thought
about letting Kimani and my club manager, Trickie, come in and do
the interviews for me. Kimani was out in New York for some kind of
photo shoot and I had Trickie doing inventory, so that was a
no-go.
    I was really feeling Nakami, and we had recently
decided to make things official, but I couldn’t deny the fact that
I had pussy being thrown at me left and right since I’d opened the
club. Half the chicks I had interviewed in the last day and a half
had been tossing the draws at me non-stop. It was getting more
difficult to shrug off the temptation. It had been a grip since I’d
had another chick, but I was going to try my hand at being a one
woman nigga.
    “You would be working the hours of the club which
would be Thursday thru Sunday from 9pm to 2am. Of course if we have
special events during the days we aren’t normally operational, you
would be required to come in on those days as well,” I spoke. The
entire time I spoke, Niema had her tongue gliding across her glossy
lips and I could barely concentrate.
    “Ok, that’s cool,” Niema smiled.
    “Cool. So did you have something prepared to show
me?”
    “Yup. I gave the Dj my music already.”
    I signaled for the DJ to turn on her track and a few
seconds later, The Weekend’s Often came blaring through the
speakers. Niema shook off her jean jacket, stood from the couch and
ran her hands up the side of her body. I leaned back in the cabana
style booth and watched as she wound her thick and toned body to
the beat. She was an okay dancer; she mostly snaked her hips or ran
her hands through her shoulder length blonde hair, but she had mad
sex appeal. She never broke eye contact and she caressed herself to
the point where I was unsure if she was dancing or if she was in
the middle of foreplay. I was so caught up in watching Niema that I
didn’t know anyone had entered the room until the song stopped. I
looked up and saw Nakami marching over to us from the DJ booth.
Fuck!
    “Why did the music stop?” Niema looked at me with an
eyebrow raised.
    “Niema, I’m going to give you a call…”
    “No, the fuck he ain’t. You can take ya Baby Gap
jacket and Ross heels and carry your ass out my man’s face!” Nakami
flung Niema’s jacket in her face, almost knocking the girl
over.
    This shit was starting to become a problem. Nakami
and I had been dating for almost two months. I swear I might have
even been falling for her. Everything was cool right up until
business at the club started picking up and I started spending a
little more time at work. Nakami started with little snide comments
about spending more time at work than with her, and then it
escalated to her doing drive-bys and pop ups. I’m not the type of
nigga to hide shit because I ain’t ever felt the need to lie