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Chapter 43

“Bitch, these niggas are thirsty as fuck. How you asking to eat somebody out in a crowded ass club? Stupid ass don’t know if I wash my ass or not and he’s trying to put his mouth on me,” Patrice fussed when she walked back over to them.

“They don’t care either. Nigga probably got a wife and kids at home too,” Harley replied.

“After working in a strip club for four years, I’ve seen it all. Some of these men need to be single. And some of these women are dumb as fuck,” Faryn noted.

“Yeah, like your auntie by marriage,” Harley said, referring to Ava.

“Fuck that bitch. She be trying to talk to me on the slick, but I be ignoring her stupid ass. As long as Kane was alive, she was throwing me all kinds of shade. Now that somebody put him out of his misery, she wants to be my bestie,” Faryn rambled.

“She sounds like Landon’s mama. Didn’t you say she be trying to be friendly with everybody too?” Harley asked.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t bother me as much. I don’t fuck with her too much on the strength of my husband, but she’s never done anything to me,” Faryn admitted.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t blame Landon and his sister. I thank God for my daughter every single day. I couldn’t imagine turning my back on her just to keep a man,” Patrice spoke up.

“I feel the exact same way,” Faryn agreed.

“But, on another note, they did a damn good job with promoting this grand opening. This bitch is packed,” Harley said as she looked around.

They got lucky and found an area to sit in, but the place was jam packed to capacity. It was hard to see who all was in there because they were shoulder to shoulder. They walked around to see the entire club but, when they found a seat, they sat down and ordered some drinks.

“I’m just happy that we found a seat. I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I wore heels. I gotta get used to wearing them again,” Faryn replied.

“Are you supposed to be drinking Faryn? Aren’t you breastfeeding?” Patrice asked her.

“I pumped before I left, but I can drink. I would just have to wait about four to five hours before I fed them if I didn’t. They drink formula too though,” Faryn pointed out.

“I can’t wait to have me a little bundle, so I can join in on the baby conversation,” Harley smiled, right as a man walked over to them.

“Hey. Can I talk to you for a minute?” he asked while looking directly at Faryn.

“Sorry, but I’m married,” Faryn answered politely as she flashed her ring.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered.

“I’m good, but thanks anyway.” Faryn smiled.

“Come on ma. What’s one drink? What your husband don’t know won’t hurt him,” the man persisted.

“I know it won’t hurt him, but it just might hurt you. No, you can’t talk to me and I can buy my own drinks. Have a good night,” Faryn said, dismissing him.

“Fuck you then, bitch!” he spat angrily.

“I wasn’t a bitch just now when you were Keith Sweat begging!” Faryn yelled to his departing back.

“These niggas are a mess,” Patrice said, laughing at Faryn’s last comment.

“The fuck I want with chicken when I got a lobster waiting for me at home. Stupid ass is the same height as my stepson,” Faryn fumed.

“Bitch stop, I almost spit out my drink,” Harley laughed.

“Damn man. They act like every woman that comes to the club is looking for a man. Can a bitch just sip a few drinks and listen to some music?” Faryn questioned.

“Exactly. I’m surprised your brothers aren’t in here Faryn,” Harley said as she looked around.

“They’re in Florida laid up with some rats. They called me on Facetime this morning,” Faryn replied.

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