Page 43 of The Filth Kings

“I just told him that I wanted to know what it felt like to make love.” She slurred loudly.

Seconds passed and we both let the bass of the music beat through our chest. We looked at each other and chortled loudly.

“You are a fucking mess!” I giggled.

“I’m so forreal, though! I want to rub up and down his hard ass body and kiss him sexily while he long stroke me in missionary. I want to feel like a damsel in distress!” Natavi mimicked my famous hair flip which caused us to laugh even harder.

“Maybe I’ll stop doing these interviews and start blogging about something else that’s worth going viral. That way, I can experience the same thing that you talking about,” I mumbled, not saying it loud enough for Natavi to hear me.

My drunk state of mind was speaking loudly, I told myself about three times tonight that I was going to stop doing the interviews on the Decebal men. It wasn’t worth my sanity, and my peace of mind. I noticed the changes within myself when I dived in headfirst researching them and going out of my way to find women that had dealings with them.

I was done, but I didn’t know how long mentally it would take me to get Detavio off of my mind. Suddenly after having a long talk with Natavi about pretty much everything earlier when I gave her a tour of my new house, I started to long for something that I hadn’t had in a while…

I wanted my normalcy to return in my life. I wanted to still be mad at my father about him withholding information butwasn’t used to beefing with him. I was going to go over to my parents’ house tomorrow and make things right then promise my father that I would never speak on those crazy ass Decebal men again.

Nothing good came from it. I started out fearless and now when I left the house, I was paranoid. Someone was watching me, and although I wanted to see Detavio again to ask him questions, my intuition told me that it was best to leave it all alone. Spending time with Natavi and us having our heart to heart moved me and made my line of thinking take a different route in all of this.

I looked over at Natavi and smiled. We both rocked the same cute outfit with the same make up beat to our faces. I hated wearing any other color besides white, but tonight I compromised and put on the skintight sheer black body suit. I felt sexy and free. Natavi swayed in her seat, the club lights flashed brightly as the beat to the music could be felt thumping in our chest.

“What do you think about me being bi-sexual?” I randomly asked Natavi.

I didn’t want a real relationship with a woman but I was highly attracted to women. I felt the same way regarding men, I just wasn’t bold enough to go about getting a woman in bed with me.

“It’s the best of both worlds!” Natavi yelled a little too loud for my liking.

“A woman knows how to find all of your tender spots. They even know how to cater to you and make you feel loved because we are nurturers. I mean, a woman is a woman, we know what each other like. I just couldn’t be with one full time. Too many emotions combating one another’s. I like the feel of a man holding me and making me feel secure. I’ve had my fair share though, and I have no complaints. They not funny with the money either.” She giggled, rambling on and on.

“I want to have sex with one.” I admitted.

“Then get you a cool chick that’s willing to explore with you. It’s not hard at all!” Natavi waved her hand at the end of her statement.

I nodded my head to the music and forced myself out of my deep thinking. Natavi got me to stand up and dance with her. I twirled around and put my hands on my knees. With a deep arch in my back, I made my ass clap. My booty shook so hard that I felt it in my back. I could feel all eyes on me, and for some reason, that made me feel hot all over.

Once my feet started to hurt, I plopped back down and poured me up a small glass of champagne. I started to reflect a little about my life, I never had a real relationship. I always set my standards so high, thinking that I had to have the ideal relationship. I had everything in the world to make me happy. Money wasn’t an issue. When I stood in the mirror each morning, the reflection that stared back at me felt strangely distant.

I felt empty, I only felt partially fulfilled during times like this with Natavi or when I was with my parents. I’ve always known and went after the things that I wanted to succeed in. But sometimes I wondered if my standards were impossibly high. I knew that some of them were unreasonable. I also felt like that served as protection from the unknown of getting hurt.

The loneliness was something that I couldn’t shake no matter how much I filled my life with keeping busy. At times, I thought I could hear the clock ticking on a romantic life. I didn’t crave anything that was considered mushiness, just someone that was actually willing to understand and accept me for me. For me to settle down with a man, he had to be able to actually be a man. A real man, not this new generation kind of man.

“A-ngelllla… we…need to go!” Natavi drawled.

I nodded my head in agreement. I picked up my Birkin bag and pulled out my cell phone to pull up the Uber app. I was tipsy but not as drunk as Natavi.

“Pass me your phone, let me get you a Uber!” I yelled above the music.

I wanted to help her and also mentally remember the address that she was going to in case she went missing or something happened with this new guy that she was head over heels for. Natavi looked around for her YSL clutch purse that was sitting right next to her. I pointed to it, and she giggled again as she clumsily picked it up to get her phone out.

I punched in her code and ordered her Uber. I took a mental screenshot of the last address that she used two times and knew that it was the address that she was residing at for now with this so-called Monni guy. After getting her Uber, I ordered one for myself. We stood and linked arms then navigated our way out of the club. Soon as the cold air hit me, I felt instantly less congested then how I felt inside of the club.

“Okayyyyyy!” Natavi sang as two black suburban trucks pulled up.

“You ordered an Uber Luxxxxxxx!” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but to join in and laugh.

I unlocked her phone once more and checked the license plates and walked her to the backseat door.

“I love you, Natavi. Text me soon as you make it there, and I mean it,” I said as I embraced her tight.

“I love you too, I’m going to FaceTime you.” She sloppily kissed my cheek then attempted to wipe her smeared lipstick off of me.

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