Page 135 of I Don't Want You Back

“Now, you’re going too far Monica,” Malia said, not wanting her to involve innocent kids. Her sons were crazy about their siblings and that wasn’t cool at all.

“Don’t tell her funky ass nothing. Keep talking and watch you get that ass spanked again,” Roman threatened.

“Again? Nigga, you got me fucked up. That hoe wish she did spank me,” Monica replied.

“Let’s just go y’all. I did not prepare to spend my off day like this,” Malia said, right before she downed the rest of her drink.

“I’m not going nowhere,” Monica said defiantly.

“Well, I’m your ride home and I’m about to go,” Malia informed her.

“My friend got a car. She’ll bring me home,” Monica said while pointing to her girl.

“I’m ready right now. You can bring me home Malia,” Felica said as she stood to her feet.

“You really are as dumb as you look,” Roman laughed.

“Fuck you, Roman. I’m not Malia. You can’t snap your fingers and make me jump,” Monica replied.

“Don’t put me in this. Say what you have to say, but leave me out of it. My life has been drama free and that’s how I want it to stay,” Malia snapped.

“We’re cool Malia. We moved on from our issues and we’re all good. Your sister needs to learn how to keep her dick suckers closed though,” Roman replied.

“Fuck you. Don’t worry about these dick suckers if they’re not sucking your dick,” Monica spat.

“Let’s go,” Malia said as she tapped Felicia on the arm.

Roman watched until they walked out of the club, before he turned his gaze on Monica once again.

“Bye nigga! The fuck you still looking in my face for?” Monica yelled, as her friend continued to giggle.

Roman remembered her from the video as well. She was standing there watching as Faryn beat Monica like a dog.

“You got that love,” Roman smirked as he walked away.

“Stupid ass,” Monica said with a frown. She was happy to be out for a while, and Roman was not going to ruin her night. The music was on point and the club wasn’t too crowded. That didn’t happen very often, and Monica was enjoying herself.

“The fuck are they looking over here for? Stupid ass hoes,” Monica’s friend said.

Monica looked over and saw that just about all the groupies who were surrounding Roman and his entourage were looking over at them. She was about to point her middle up to them all, but she decided against it. She and her girl were outnumbered and that would have been a stupid move.

“Girl, fuck them,” Monic said, waving them off.

“I think we should go Monica. That nigga might be telling them hoes something about us,” her friend said nervously.

“Stop being so damn scary Reece. Look, they’re about to go. Sit your nervous ass down and relax,” Monica said as she observed Roman and his crew preparing to leave. A few of the women were leaving with them while the others stayed behind.

Everyone else headed for the exit, but Roman walked over to them instead. He ordered them both another Corona and paid the bartender.

“Y’all drink up and enjoy. It’s the least I can do. Y’all have a good night, ladies,” Roman said as he winked at them both and walked away.

Monica could no longer resist. She threw up her finger in the middle and kept it up until he was gone.

“What was that all about?” Reece asked her, as she immediately started sipping on the free drink.

“Hell if I know. He just saved me from buying another drink, so I don’t care.” Monica shrugged as she too sipped her drink.

That was her fourth one of the night and she was just getting started. Monica was like a fish in water when it came to alcohol. She never got drunk, no matter how much she consumed. The only problem was her bladder. The beer that she loved to drink kept her running every hour on the hour.

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