Page 24 of Too Many One Nights

“I can take over for you right now since you wanna get in my business.” Kasha cocked her head to the side. I knew she meant sending her raggedy ass home. Instead of responding, she rolled her eyes and went back to the customers that were waiting.

“You good, girl?” Jazz asked. We became close since I started working. We both had a common dislike for Armani.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” We busied ourselves to make sure that the customers were straight and avoided Armani at all costs.

Kasha left the bar area, and I went back to work. I didn’t want any special privileges because I was pregnant. I came here to do a job, and that’s exactly what I intend to do until it was time for me to push.

We had a brief rush that was finally over, and we had an hour left before we closed. I started my end of the night routine when Stacks approached me.

“Aye, Nic. I got this. My brother wants to see you in his office.” I turned around and saw that he started breaking things down.

“You don’t have to do that. I got it,” I voiced.

“You good. Besides, he told me to come do the shit like I’m on his payroll or some shit,” he chuckled, and I followed suit. Stacks was cool and funny as hell.

“Thank you, but I’ll come back and finish,” I offered before walking off and heading toward the back where Buck’s office was located. When I got to the door, it was shut, so I knocked.

“It’s open,” he yelled from the opposite side. When I walked in, he was smoking a blunt and on the phone. “Aye, let me handle this. Hit me up later.”

“Aight, bro. Act like you got some sense, nigga.” I heard a male voice say.

“Watch out,” was Buck’s rebuttal. He hung up the phone and stared at me.

“You wanted to see me?” I asked, since all he was capable of at the moment was staring at me.

“Yeah. I need to holla at you. Go get your stuff and meet me at the back door,” he ordered.

“I’on think that’s a good idea. We can talk here. I’on need people starting rumors about me fucking you. I’m already two seconds from losing my job if Armani keeps trying me,” I contended.

“Fuck Armani and anybody else. They know better than to have my name in their mouths. Now, go get ya shit so we can slide.” I looked at this nigga like he lost his mind but for some reason the look on his face let me know not to go against what he just said.

Turning on my heels, I went to get my things from my locker and my money from upfront. When Armani saw me retrieving my things, you could visibly see the fire in her eyes.

“You out, sis?” Stacks asked. He had Kasha backed in a corner but gave me his attention when he noticed me.

“I guess so. Kasha, is it okay that I leave now?” Even though Buck paid me, Kasha was my immediate supervisor, so I wanted to clear it with her first.

“I don’t override the boss, so you’re good.” I simpered as I watched her shove Stacks out of her way. After grabbing my things, I left them and headed toward the back entrance. The closer I got; I heard Buck’s deep timbre cursing Armani the fuck out.

“Armani, I swear on my mama bro, if you question me again, I’m gone knock ya teeth in ya shoes. You ain’t my bitch, so what the fuck I do ain’t got shit to do with you. Question me again and you gone hate me, bro.” I made my appearance, and he looked up and saw me before Armani did. “You ready?” he asked. When he spoke, Armani snapped her head in my direction.

“Yeah,” was all I said as I walked past this thirsty bitch.

“You might wanna worry about your wig lifting instead of what I do with my pussy,” I spewed as I walked her. She stood there fuming, but that was her problem for always fucking with me. Buck held the door open for me, then opened his truck door. This side of him was foreign because I never heard stories about him being a gentleman, but I guess it wasn’t revealed to his hoes.

Wait. Ain’t I ones of his hoes?

“You hungry?” Buck asked as he pulled off.

“No.”

“You ate tonight?” he countered, glancing at me briefly.

“I snacked on some chips,” I revealed. I couldn’t eat much without getting sick, so I tried not to eat much at work.

“That ain’t shit. You need to eat something other than chips,” he voiced. My only response was to stare at the side of his sexy ass face. He said nothing else as he continued to drive.

“I get sick when I eat,” I mumbled.

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