Page 34 of Cookie: Part One
“G’night,” he says, finally walking off in his fur-trimmed slippers like a retired Bond villain as I happily gather up my rubles and winnings, ready for my down time when I see my best friend who I thought was asleep swoop in and snake her arm around me.
“Finally,” Pyper mumbles under her breath but notreallyunder her breath, and I side eye the fuck out of her.
“What do you mean finally? Are you about to watch Law and Order with me?” I ask excited and she rolls her eyes.
“Let’s go.” She tugs me away from the table, damn near making me drop the deed to my new house.
“Wait, my house!” I catch it midair as she glances at it and snorts.
“Zhat old zhing… only five bedroom and six maids. Vit and tiny pond. Trash,” she dismisses it and my mouth drops open as I clutch the son of a bitch to my chest like it’s the bible.
“Excuse me! Trash?! This a whole ass mansion!” I exclaim, and she waves her hand.
“It’s pennies. Vee all get a few of zhem in our inheritance. Anyvay, come.”Pennies?! This bitch!
“Wait! But go where?” I blink, looking around… “And where is Alik?” I ask, still collecting my thoughts.
“Out, and… uhm… he is not feeling vell, so vee vill go vitout him. I need to shake ass, and party! Forget problems,” she mutters and I raise a brow.
“What kind of problems does a Russian billionaire heiress have?” I purse my lips. “And shouldn’t we go check on Alik?” I ask but she shakes her head.
“No, leave him. And I have a lot of problems because of my troublesome best friend. Now come.” She smiles with a glint in her eye. “I vant to dance,” I sigh, already knowing what that means.She must have gotten into with it with my brother.
“B-but I didn’t bring a dress to shake my ass in… well not really.” I think about the lingerie I wore for the red night event and she gives me a pointed look.
“Does zhat matter?” she frowns, and I sag, waving goodbye to my downtime.
“I guess it doesn’t,” I mutter as she drags me to the parlor, where some more of her girl cousins are getting dressed and having their makeup done like this is a wedding or some shit, while Pyper pulls me to the back and gets to ripping off my clothes. “Damn, buy me a meal first!” I cover myself and she throws me a pointed look.
“Did you tell Mikhail zhat?” She makes a face and I purse my lips, shaking my head.
“You low-down, dirty bitch,” I snort, and she chuckles.
“Vhat? Vhen you go low, I go to ze depths of hell.”
“Ugh, I see.” I shrug on a dress that looks like it could pay offmy entire student loan balance and still have enough left over to buy a duplex in Atlanta.I’ma keep this and pawn it later… teehee.
Next, she drops me into a chair and baby, the way the makeup artists’ hands fly over my face! In no time, I turn around and look at my face that’s beat for the gods! Makeup dark and fall chic, my lips red and plump, my eyes sparkle, and my body glowing with a sexy gold glimmer.
After examining myself, I walk out to where Pyper and her cousins are, and they all let out whistles.
“Nowvee ready to cause problems.” She takes my arm and we walk out to where I thought I would see a fleet of cars, but no! Bitch, there is awhole-ass party busthat looks like a corporate jet and a strip club had a baby! It’s blacked out, taller than one of those tourist buses, and when the doors slide open, I step inside, shook at the clear wealth of these people.
Inside, there is white leather seating in a horseshoe layout, color-changing LED lights lining the ceiling, a full champagne bar with crystal flutesmounted into the wall, and two of Pyper’s cousins are already vibing out like they’re in a music video.
The music bass is loud, thumping through speakers built into the floor, and there’s a small pole in the middle, which someone is already swinging on…man, these mother fuckers are crazy.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, sliding into the cushy seat as Pyper shoves a chilled flute into my hand.
“Exactly.” Pyper flips her hair, tosses a shot back with her cousins, and the whole bus surges forward as lights flash andthe bass drops. As the city blurs by outside the tinted windows, I watch them turn up, still mourning my SVU.
By the time the party bus glides to a stop in front of a sexy ass looking building, I’m Lil’ Boosie loose as a goose and showing my ass on the bus just as much as the rest of these crazy Russians.
We climb off the bus, and I’m impressed that the tinted windows of the bus didn’t do this place justice. The club itself is built like a palace, with vaulted ceilings, LEDs, and a sound system that vibrates under my skin from outside.
But I’m not the least bit surprised by the long line of people that we breeze by without so much as a “who are you with?”
No, there’s just a man in a tailored suit already waiting, earpiece in, nodding once before waving us through, guiding us into the club, where as soon as we step through, there are two women in gold dresses holding trays of drinks, offering more damn chilled flutes with glowing stir sticks.
