Page 2 of Pills and Potions: Kase
“Instead of worryin’ about her, I need you to be focused on me. You sittin’ next to the main event, ma. Don’t get distracted by background characters.”
I smirked as her mouth twisted like she didn’t know whether to be flattered or pissed. Either way, I knew she’d stay close. They always did. We finally made it inside the club, and it was already stormin’ with people, wall to wall energy. I paused for a second, just admirin’ how the place looked. The red lighting had it poppin’ against the dark furniture. Gave it that rich, seductive vibe. Sexy but dangerous. Just how I like it. As I nodded to folks showing love, my fine-ass date stayed close on my side, lookin’ like a damn trophy. Meanwhile, Jace, Tuesday, and Blyss looked overwhelmed as hell. They hovered behind, eyes wide, like they just stepped into a Marvel multiverse with no map. They weren’t used to this life. They liked nerdy shit, comic cons, anime expos, and game nights. Not bottles, bass, and bodies turnin’ up on beat. Once I got them settled in my VIP section, real plush, leather seating, my logo stitched into the damn pillows, I gavethem a bottle and a few wings to make ‘em feel comfortable. A couple of my day-one homies were already chillin’ in there, surrounded by some baddies and my assistant, Porcha. She held shit down.
Porcha leaned over to me, clipboard in hand, earpiece in, like she was Secret Service. “Two of your girls already in the building,” she said. “One posted at the bar. The other’s in the top section over the stage.”
I nodded, unfazed. “Cool. Make sure they got what they need. Drinks, hookah, whatever.”
“You want me to bring ‘em over?”
“Nah,” I said, slick with it. “Let ‘em marinate. I’ll bless ‘em with my presence when I feel like it. My atrium. My rules.”
Before Porcha could walk off, my date shifted next to me and narrowed her eyes. Clearly, she overheard.
“I know you didn’t invite other women here,” she said, folding her arms, voice tight.
I turned to her, cool as hell. “Baby… you too damn sexy to be worried about another chick on my arm.”
Her face softened just a little, but I wasn’t done.
“You got my attention. So if you wanna keep it?” I leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “Keep bein’ sexy and showin’ me that love I like. Ain’t no competition if you keep steppin’ like you been steppin’.”
Diana didn’t say nothin’, just looked up at me like she didn’t know if she was mad or turned on. Either way, she stayed close. After Jace and his geeky crew got situated, I hit the stage and grabbed the mic. The crowd was lit, waiting. Mic in one hand, a big-ass liquor bottle in the other, I stepped into the spotlight. Time to show ‘em whyKnightswasn’t just a club, it wastheclub. I let the moment breathe for a second; the crowd was already hyped just off my energy. I brought the mic to my lips and yelled.
“Ayo! Y’all know what the fuck goin’ on tonight!”
Cheers erupted. Flashing lights. Phones up.
“I said this shit right here ain’t no regular Friday,” I continued, pacing slow across the stage. “This is the grand opening ofKnights, my second baby. Built from nothin’ but hustle, grind, and the same people who said I couldn’t do it.”
“Talk that talk, Kase!” someone yelled from the crowd.
“Oh, I’ma talk it,” I said, laughing into the mic. “Y’all part of somethin’ exclusive tonight. This ain’t no regular turn-up spot. This ain’t your favorite promoter’s party. This is mine. My vision. My rules.”
I held the bottle up high and cracked the seal in front of the whole crowd. “To everybody who been rockin’ with me since day one, this bottle for y’all. To the doubters? This success gon’ sting every time you see my name on another flyer.”
I took a long pull from the bottle, crowd still wildin’. “Tonight, we goin’ up. VIPs, get ready. Ladies, keep lookin’ like blessings. Fellas, don’t embarrass yourselves.”
Laughter. Applause. Phones still rollin’.
“Now, DJ, cut the talk and run that shit!”
The beat dropped, and the crowd erupted. Just like that, I stepped off the stage like I didn’t just set the whole tone for the night. Once I hyped the crowd, I stepped down from the stage and made my way to the bar to check on Key Key. She was sittin’ pretty on one of the velvet stools with one of her homegirls, both of them lookin’ like they stepped out of a music video. Both of them had on tight dresses, full glam, and bodies that made a man forget his morals.
I met shawty atFresh Azz Cutsone afternoon when she was gettin’ her son a line-up. I was in the chair gettin’ my shit faded, and she caught my eye the moment she walked in. Thick as hell, skin glowing, attitude spicy. She had that hood-goddess aura like she knew she was the baddest in the room and dared you tosay different. Now, normally, I didn’t talk to women with kids. That’s my rule. My motto.
But Key Key? She was built like the algorithm itself. Video vixen body, small waist, thick ass, and all of it lookednatural. No BBL bounce, just real weight movin’ the way God intended. See, I know a good rat when I see one, and she definitely qualified.
Naw looks ain’t enough for me. I needed to know if the throat matched the body and if the pussy had that snapback or if she was just sittin’ on regular. I slid up behind her at the bar, leaned in low so only she could hear me, my voice dipped in bass.
“You lookin’ too damn good to be sittin’ over here like you waitin’ on somebody.”
She turned, slowly, flashing a smirk. “Maybe I am.”
I raised a brow, nodding at her drink. “If it ain’t me, you gon’ be disappointed.”
Her homegirl laughed under her breath, and Key Key tilted her head. “You real confident tonight.”
“I’m always confident,” I said, stepping in closer. “Confidence ain’t a switch. It’s a lifestyle.”
