Page 10 of Next Level
The girls are lying out on loungers next to my house. It’s up the hill from the clubhouse, but I can still see them from afar, even with it being a woodsy area.
“Prez, you have a visitor?” Jay announces from the clubhouse.
Chewy chuckles next to me. “Who you got coming today? Isn’t Tink here already?”
I flip him off as I walk away, not replying.
Entering the clubhouse, I see the monitor, and it shows Tamara getting out of her BMW.
Tamara is my long-time, on-and-off-again girl. Between her and Tink, I’m getting laid regularly. Plus, these two know about each other and don’t give a fuck. They just want what they can get from me. I have never lied to them. I’m just not the settle-down kind of guy.
But I usually never have them here on the same day. I glance at my phone to see if I drunk texted her accidentally.
Nope.
This visit is unannounced.
I head toward the door and greet her before she enters.
“Waddup, beautiful!”
Tamara doesn’t look pissed, so that is a good thing. Between her and Tink, she’s the hothead and definitely likes confrontation. The bitch says what’s on her mind.
“Hey, baby,” she purrs, kissing me.
When I don’t move to let her enter the clubhouse, she steps back, tilting her head. “I haven’t seen you in a while, and Mama needs her fix.”
I fold my arms over my chest, raising my eyebrow.
She keeps explaining, “Plus, you missed your appointment, so I brought my clippers.”
Tamara bought her mom’s salon, which is where my ma works, so they’re always together.
“Okay. Okay, your mom told me I could come, and I wanted to see you.”
Now that I can see it happening, Ma is a meddler. She likes to stir the pot, especially when it comes to Tamara.
I let my hands drop.
“Tink is here. You have to behave. Otherwise, you’re outta here. No drama,” I tell her straight up, letting her know there are no exceptions.
She uses her well-manicured finger to cross her heart before kissing it, saying, “Promise. I just miss you.”
“Yeah, right. You miss my cock.” My tone is dripping with sarcasm.
“Yes. Yes, I do miss him too.” Grabbing my arms, she continues, “Now, can I get a drink?”
I walk her to the bar where Jay and Lazy are bartending. Jay immediately hands me a beer and Tamara a Tito’s and cranberry. Lazy glances over his shoulder mid-conversation with his boy Zip and his nephew Lip sitting at the bar shooting the shit.
Zoom comes out of the hall from the kitchen and notices us. “Aw, shit. Trouble is in the house. Let me go warn Tink.”
Tamara is definitely known for her drama. Most of the men call her Trouble instead of her real name.
She owns a salon here in town and knows everyone’s business. She takes it upon herself to deal with people who wrong her friends or family. There was a situation when Tamara saw Tink on my lap with our tongues doing the tango. Since then, Tamara has had it out for Tink. Tamara has always been a hothead, thinking I’m hers, but until she saw me with Tink, it’s never been a problem.
Recently, it’s become more of a problem.
“Zoom, be quiet. I come in peace. I promise,” Tamara says, taking a drink.
