Turned Out By A Boss(39)

This bitch is funny. To think, Rico loves keeping his bitches in a circle, Mused Denim.

“Listen, sweetie, I don't know you and I honestly don't care to. I'm flattered that you know who I am and felt the need to acknowledge your insecurities to me but trust you can have Rico. Been there done that. Oh, and you might not wanna get too buck. I would hate to have to deliver you an ass whooping over the next bitch man." Denim said walking off.

Going back to the section Rico had set up for them she filled Treasure in on her little encounter with little Miss Jasmine. Treasure laughed finding it funny because Rico wasn't even Jasmine’s man for her to be approaching anyone concerning him.

The rest of the night she partied with Treasure steering clear of everyone else. She really couldn't believe that Rico had his wife being besties with his side bitch. To her, it was hilarious because even though her and Deena hung around each other, the two were never classified as friends. This Jasmine hoe, however, was too into their fake ass friendship. Denim shook her head watching as the two danced and took pictures.

“Come dance with me,” Sherika said pulling Denim up. She was about to protest until the beat to her favorite song dropped.

Say you getting throwed

I'm tryna pour up with you

Oh, that's your best friend?

I'm tryna f*ck her with you

First met the bitch, they said they real sisters

I don't give a f*ck if they was real sisters

Jumping up Denim grabbed Sherika’s hand as they went to the bars that overlooked the bottom half of the club and began dancing. Holding on to the poles that overlooked the lower level of the club they both began twerking to the beat of Future’s Real Sisters. Singing the lyrics Denim backed it up on Sherika. They laughed as they danced and sang the lyrics to the song enjoying each other for what felt like the first time ever. Denim was more than drunk as she began giving Sherika a lap dance to Chris Brown’s Liquor.

There's something in this liquor

The air is getting thicker

I can't help but to stare at you, oh yeah, girl what did you do?

Tell me what did you slip up in my cup?

Girl, cause I want you, oh yeah

I had a little bit too much girl, so come over here

Wrapping her legs around Sherika’s waist, she held her shoulders as she seductively grinded into her. Winding her body to the beat of the music as she hit certain moves with her hips as she danced. Getting into the song Denim was way past drunk and was giving the whole section a sneak peek at her stripper moves.

Jasmine watched in envy as Denim had fun. While Jasmine was sick of being fake with Deena and ready to have Rico to herself. Denim had genuinely connected with each girl and she could be real and enjoy herself. Jealousy burned within her as she sat back sipping her henny.

“It's time to get you home.” Treasure said grabbing Denim right as she pulled her dress up a little and bent over still dancing.

This drunk bitch. Young hoe can't even hold her liquor, Thought Jasmine shaking her head in disgust.

“Denim baby come on. It's time to get you home.” Treasure announced as they walked out of the club.

“I don't want to go home. Partayyyyyyy.” Denim yelled her words slurring.

Treasure sighed as her and Sherika struggled to get Denim in the car. Dudes weren't making it any better by trying to grab at Denim and talk to her knowing she was belligerently drunk. Finally getting her to the car the two wasted no time pushing her in the backseat.

“You got her? Is she gonna be good for the night?”

“Yeah, she's gonna be fine.” Treasure smiled because she knew the two sisters had more than enough problems but the concern was etched all over Sherika’s face. “She's fine besides she's Kuazie's problem. Not mine.” Not realizing what she said Treasure continued talking as Sherika cut her off.

“Kuazie?”

Treasure nodded her head finally understanding that she may have said too much. Not wanting to expose anything else she quickly said her goodbyes to Sherika as Sherika yelled for Denim to call her in the morning.

Getting Denim from the car to her hotel room proved to be a tougher task than Treasure was prepared for. Not even wanting to be bothered with her at this point she banged on the door a few times waiting for Kuazie to finally open it before pushing Denim in his arms and walking away.

“Babe, I had so much fun.” Denim slurred lying flat on the bed still dressed.

Kuazie shook his head as he pulled her shoes off throwing them across the floor. Getting closer to her, he knew she was way past intoxicated just, by the way, he smelled the liquor on her. Removing the dress from her body, he gently picked her up as she was in and out of sleep and took her to the bathroom. Sitting on the side of the tub with her on his lap he set the temperature for her bath then put her in.

He looked at her and shook his head. Never has he seen this side of Denim and he didn't appreciate it. It was nothing to go out and drink, but to go out and get incoherently drunk was another. He couldn't believe she went out with so called friends and they allowed her to get that way knowing she was, underage at that.

Rinsing the soap off of her body he smoothly picked her up and dried her off before placing her in the bed. Putting Rhia on the other side of him they lay peacefully together with him in the middle holding both girls.

Kuazie

Kuazie woke up the next morning bright and early. While Denim thought he was only coming to New York on her behalf, that may have been true but, he also had his own hidden agenda. Business was always on Kuazie’s mind whether he or anyone else ever realized it.