Turned Out By A Boss(31)

“What took you so long?” Treasure asked.

"I just met some fine ass nigga at the bar.” Denim smiled.

"Oh, lawd. Where he at and how he looks? I would hate for you to run into anyone that Quay done had.”

"Hoe don't do me I'm all woman,” Quay said flipping her hair.

“NOW!” Treasure and Juju both yelled before laughing.

Denim looked shocked because never would she had thought Quay was born a man. She just looked too good. But then again looks can be and are very deceiving.

Grabbing the bottle off the table, she poured her a shot before taking it to the head. Slamming the glass down, she headed to the dance floor just as the Dj played come get her by Rae Sremmurd. Dancing was something Denim always enjoyed and it showed as she danced by herself to the music without even realizing she had an audience.

Feeling somebody get behind her she began grinding into him as she twerked to the beat. She couldn't see his face but she smelled the expensive Tom Ford cologne he had on. Feeling his arousal, she went harder satisfied with his reaction. When the song was over, she tried to walk away until she was suddenly pulled back.

“What's your name?”

“Why?” she asked facing him.

"You are not gonna tell me your name, sweetheart?” he pulled her into him. They were now chest to chest as she looked up at him.

“Denim.”

“That's a pretty name, Denim. Where your man at? I know he wasn't dumb enough to let you out looking this good.” Denim blushed.

She hadn't really felt pretty since she had Rhia but decided to step out tonight anyway. She was dressed in a denim button down romper with a draw string waist and some brown Michael Kors heels. With little make up and her hair straightened down her back she was surely seeking attention that night.

“Taz who the f*ck is this bitch?”

Turning behind them Denim looked at the loud mouth girl causing a scene. She was cute, but it was average cute. She was a brown skin girl with a nice little body and a pink weave that was a little too bright but she was cute. Not much to compare, in Denim’s eyes there was no competition.

“You don't hear me talking to you? Who’s this bitch?” she yelled again.

“Watch the bitch word. You don't know me and I for damn sure don't know you.” Denim replied.

Not feeling the whole drama thing Denim walked off to see everyone gone from the table except Quay. After asking she found out Juju had to get home and tend to her man and Treasure had gone to the bathroom.

The rest of the night was fun. She was happy that Treasure talked her into going out because at first she was so against it.

*****

Denim woke up the next morning more than confused. Not only did she not remember how she got home but she had the worst hangover ever. Slowly getting out the bed she headed to the bathroom in search of a pain pill before taking a shower. Setting the water temperature hot she tied up her hair that looked as if it hadn't been brushed in days and took off her clothes stepping into the shower.

She relaxed as the hot water cascaded down her back. Standing under the water, she let out a breath as she closed her eyes. Letting the water wake her up she washed up using her shower gel.

Hearing her phone ring she groaned as she hurried out the shower and into the room. Rushing to the phone, she picked it up seeing that it was Cree calling her. They hadn't spoken in a little over two weeks and Denim didn't know what was going on with her. She walked around the room on the phone as she airs dried.

“So now you call me.”

“It ain't even like that, I been going through some shit.” Cree sighed sounding stressed.

“I understand that because we all have them times, but, as your best friend, bitch you call me so I know you good. You don't just cut me off like I'm your side nigga or some shit. Since when we got down like that?” Denim yelled.

“You right.”

Hearing Cree agree with her only further pissed her off. Not one time had Cree picked up when she called or even returned the phone call. So this was on a different level because now Denim felt that Cree was basically saying f*ck her. Never was there a time she tried to play Cree or make it seem like she didn't f*ck with her so she didn't know where Cree’s sudden change was coming from.

“Cree you pissing me off so I'm just gon’ hang up besides somebody knocking on my door bye.”

Throwing her phone on the bed, Denim put on a shirt and a pair of boy shorts which was the closest thing to her at the moment. Figuring it was only Treasure bringing Rhia home being that she stayed at her aunt’s house the night before.

“Damn bitch I'm coming. Hold up,” she yelled as she raced to the door.

Pulling the door open she got the shock of her life. Standing in front of her dressed in nothing but Pierre Balmain from his white shirt to the white jeans and white sneakers. She couldn't deny how sexy he looked. Smelling his Gucci Guilty cologne as the wind blew she felt herself moisten. Biting her lip, she eye raped him before snapping out of it.

“What are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like you ain't know I was coming sooner or later. Stop acting like you weren't missing daddy," he smirked licking his lips and grabbing her.

“Don’t play games with me. I don't have time for your childish ass right now,” she said with her face screwed up.