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it was just up to my skin color I could easily pass for white.
    â€œDo I like it? Bitch, I love that Gucci runway dress and those stilettos are the shit,” Daysha carried on excitedly. I laughed. I loved to get compliments. Daysha was funny as hell too. She didn’t look so shabby herself in a sea-green Donna Karan one-piece flare-leg jumpsuit, a pair of multicolor Brian Atwood sandals, and her green Chanel mini. Daysha kept a hustle so her banging outfit didn’t surprise me.
    â€œOkay, now when we get in the club I want to hide out for a little bit before Matt sees me. I just want to see what is going down before I let him know I’m there. Plus, I don’t want him to spot me and try to send his people to make my ass leave. You know how possessive and crazy he can be sometimes,” I told Daysha. “He is not going to be happy to see me, but oh well. I guess you can just say that I am hard-headed.” I laughed. I was playing it off in front of my friend, but that ill feeling in my gut was still lingering. My sixth sense was definitely on high alert that night.
    â€œBet! I’m with that,” Daysha chimed, clapping her hands like she always did to emphasize her points. “Let’s go bust up a nigga’s party,” she cheered.
    Daysha and I cracked up as we grabbed our pocketbooks and headed for the door.
    I had to pay three different corner boys to finally give up the goods about what club Matt and his crew were hanging at for the night. Niggas was being tight-lipped until I pulled out those stacks that I had taken out of Matt’s safe. Once we found out, Daysha drove her car over to Club Domino. It was in a seedy part of town but I didn’t care. I had a point to prove.
    The inside of Club Domino was lit. It was tightly packed with people from all over Virginia Beach and from the sounds of it the DJ was one of the best in the business. The clubs in the worst neighborhoods were always the best ones.
    â€œDamn, everybody and they mama up in here tonight,” Daysha screamed over the music. “Shit, I better find a man while I’m up in this piece looking all fine.” I laughed at her. Daysha was constantly on the hunt for a man but she was so wild she never kept one for long.
    Daysha and I could hardly navigate through the sea of bodies so we held on to each other to make sure we didn’t get separated.
    â€œYou ain’t never gonna find that nigga Matt up in this crowd,” Daysha yelled into my ear over the music.
    â€œAll we gotta do is find the VIP. You know how he rolls . . . always showing the fuck off. I’m sure he’s posted up in the VIP section somewhere with mad niggas and mad expensive bottles. You know, Matt-style,” I yelled back into her ear.
    â€œTrue! True! Well, we have to find out exactly where it’s at,” she yelled back. “For now, let’s head to the bar and see what simple nigga we can get to trick on our drinks,” she said. I just laughed. I loved her ass.
    Daysha and I headed straight to the bar and ordered our own drinks. I ordered a cosmo and Daysha ordered a Hpnotiq. The simple niggas were swirling around us in no time. It felt real good to be out and it felt even better to know that I could still get attention like that. I didn’t realize it until then that I had been cooped up in the house playing wife and living a boring-ass life. Niggas in the club were loving us and of course Daysha was soaking it all up. She had already gotten us another round of drinks for free.
    I turned from the bar and looked out into the crowd. Of course I wasn’t going to find Matt in that sea of people. But I did peep that there were some real pretty chicks up in the club. Instead of enjoying myself and the attention I was getting, I was preoccupied with taking mental notes on how many of the gorgeous chicks Matt might be attracted to. I immediately started feeling insecure. My gut feeling was back and it