Page 55 of Deuce

“You should be smart about who you open your legs to. Deuce is not a man that’s going to wine and dine you. He’s not a man you take home to meet your mama. Sure, he may trick off on you a little. He’ll buy you a bag or two. He might even fly you out if your pussy is worthy of a flight. But ultimately, all he’s going to do is fuck you.”

“Is that what he does to you? Just fuck you? Tell me, is the dick as good as I think it is?”

She laughed. “You think this is funny?”

I smiled as I grabbed her hand and pried it off of my arm.

“What I think is you should make that your first and last time putting your hands on me for any reason. I’m not fucking Stanley. And if I was, the dick I take doesn’t make you cum.”

I smiled as I grabbed myself a granola bar and a bottle of water and left the room. Deuce was really gonna have to get his bitches in check. I didn’t do drama with bitches. I absolutely didn’t fight over no nigga that wasn’t mine. Even if he was mine, any nigga that put me in a position to have to fight a bitch over him, clearly wasn’tmynigga. As soon as I got the chance, I would tell him about our little exchange. If he was dippingin LeAnn and I had to work under her, that was gonna be a problem.

I headed to the floor to greet the other girls. Most of them were huddled around the bar chit chatting. When I approached, a few of them turned to me with frowns.

“Do we have a problem?” I asked, folding my arms.

The one I knew as Dani smirked. “No. We just see what kind of bitch you are.”

“And what kind of bitch would that be?”

“The kind that uses what she has to get what she wants. Clearly, you and Mr. Dillenger have more than a work relationship.”

“Is that so? Clearly you know more than I do. The last time I checked, I went through the same process as the rest of you to get this job.”

“And it looks like you’re doing a little extra to keep it. I ain’t mad at you, sis. Game recognize game.”

I giggled. “Game recognize game? That’s funny because I’ve never been the type of bitch that has to run game on any nigga, including Mr. Dillinger. I suggest you all put as much effort into doing your jobs as you do talking about me. Worrying about my pussy ain’t gon’ make you no money.”

I rolled my eyes as I strolled past them to the bar. My favorite bartender, Julian stood behind the bar making sure it was stocked for the night.

“Hey, Jules.”

He turned to face me, his glossy lips forming a smile.

“Hey, boo.”

Julian was the prettiest gay man I’d ever seen. He wore a full-face beat, lashes, pretty ass acrylic, nails and the baddest thirty inch bust down that was slayed to the Gods. If one didn’t know he was a man, he could certainly pass for a female.

“Don’t you look cute!” I said, admiring his outfit for tonight.

He struck a pose for me. “What can I say? I woke up like this.” He placed a shot glass on the counter and poured me a shot of Patron. “Whatchu got going on with them bitches?”

I kissed my teeth. “Nothing. Just some shit about me fucking this big boss. You know LeAnn had the audacity to ask me that, too?”

“Well, are you?”

“No!”

“Don’t take my head off, I’m just asking. You know that man is fine. And he clearly has a thing for you. I saw the way he checked them niggas about you.”

“He was doing his job.”

“And he wants hisjobto be doingyou. I ain’t mad at that. If I were into females, I’d want a baddie like you too. All that ass! Girl, I’m jealous.”

“Whatever, Jules! You act like you don’t have a lil’ fatty back there.”

He bent over and twerked his ass for a second before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t get me started!”

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