Natalee's Revenge by Lala Wilder

Author:Lala Wilder [Wilder, Lala]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-31T16:00:00+00:00

“Bitch, it’s too funny watching you act brand new. Like you better than me or some shit.”

She pokes her finger into my temple like the barrel of a gun. “Don’t forget bitch, I knew you back when you were just another hood bitch with nothing.”

I look her dead in her eyes. “Don’t forget. I knew you too—the real you.”

That throws her off for a second, but she quickly regains her tough girl stance and cocks her finger like a gun. “You can have Vex’s old tired ass. I guess he’s your last pitiful attempt at happiness before—” she pulls her finger back on the imaginary trigger. “—I finally pay you back for that bullshit back in the day.”

She gives me a murderous look, then turns and walks into PlayBar.

**

I’m not that worried about Spyce’s ass. She’s always on her bullshit. But I’m still feeling played by Vex’s rejection when I enter the locker room. Tomi and I check each other out to make sure our hair, make-up and outfits are on point before we hit the VIP section.

“Girl, what’s up with your face tonight?” Tomi asked as we walked up the stairs to the purple velvet ropes. She unhooked the velvet ropes and started prepping her section. “You look like somebody broke your heart or something.”

“That’s because someone did.” I adjust my Xanny pack on my thigh, sliding it so that the pouch is clearly showing on my upper thigh, the code to let everybody know I’m holding. I go behind the thick purple velvet ropes to make sure my tables, couches and floor area are spotless before I let the hostess bring guests up.

“Who is someone?” Tomi asks me. She slips on her mask as her first clients enter her section. “If you boys aren’t ready to kiss Tomi’s ass tonight, you might as well turn around and get the fuck out of here,” she tells a group of thirsty white dudes.

Tomi’s clients are all the same. They’re either some freaky white boys, looking to get their nuts stomped on by her spiky Giuseppe heels, or they’re some rappers who heard her talking shit on her IG page and are now ready to if her ass can cash all them checks she been spouting off.

Her clients tonight look ready to follow her every command. They scramble to the couches and wait there until she tells them to move. In true, Tomi fashion, she makes them wait. She walks over to me and says, “I’m waiting girl. Who is this someone that has you all fucked up in the head?”

I hesitate for a second. I mean, I trust Tomi. But if anything goes wrong—

Tomi cracks her whip. “Girlla.”

“I’ve been fucking Vex.”

Tomi doesn’t blink an eye.

“How long you been fucking his mean ass?” she asks with her face all screwed up.

“A few months now,” I tell her adjusting my Xanny-pack on my thigh.

“Is that why you been wearing that expensive ass bag around your thigh for months?” Tomi eyes the bag hard.

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