The Ex Factor: A Novel by Tu-Shonda Whitaker

Author:Tu-Shonda Whitaker [Whitaker, Tu-Shonda]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, United States, Women's Fiction, Sisters, Contemporary Fiction, American
Amazon: B001O1O7SU
Publisher: One World/Ballantine
Published: 2008-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

(Imani)

“LOOK Y'ALL!” IMANI danced in her seat, pointing to the DJ booth. “See Kree?”

“Goddamn, do I?” Quiana said, checking Kree out from head to foot. “That's a pretty motherfucker.”

“Hold up, bitch, don't get it twisted, that's me right there,” Imani snapped.

“Oh ai'ight, Imani, you got that.” Quiana smiled.

Imani blushed as she looked Kree up and down. He was dressed in all white in honor of the all-white Dons and Divas party they were at. Kree wore slightly baggy Versace dress pants with a cuff that fell over the top of his matching square-toed gators. His rayon pointed-collar shirt lay on the side of the DJ table, while his wife beater clung to his well-defined chest. The tattoos that ran down both of his muscular arms forced Imani to lick her lips. His long braids swayed back and forth over his shoulders as he held the earphones to one ear, listening for the precise beat to blend the next song into. He bounced his shoulders. “Awwl shit ladies,” he said into the mike, “it's coming…it's coming… get ready… get set… 'cause here it is… the end-of-the-summer anthem … and to all the men, don't be mad, just do better the next time!” Instantly Keyshia Cole's “(I Just Want It) To Be Over” bombarded the speakers and everybody in the club started dancing.

“This is my shit!” Sabrena screamed, dancing and sipping on her Cisco martini.

“Fa sho',” Tasha agreed. “This that same shit I was singing to Fuquan's ass last night.” She did a spin, her dollar white Chinese slippers helping her to slide. “I told him, Beat it, niggah…it's over!”

“Y'all already know who I need to sing this shit to,” Imani said, dancing and tossing her layered flip to the back and over her shoulders.

“Home girl,” Sabrena said, “I cut the shit out this flip.” Sabrena was proud of herself. She knew for a fact that she was the fliest bootleg in-house beautician around.

“You sure did, Brena,” Imani said. Hell, and tonight, if no other night since Walik left, Imani knew she was fly. She wore a white linen halter dress with a deep V-cut in the back and the front. The cut in the front dipped all the way to her navel and the one in the back stopped at the top of her ass.

Kree watched as Imani did the damn thing, making his dick pulsate with each movement. All he could envision was bending her over and fucking her from the back.

Once the song finished playing and another song blended in, Imani took a deep breath and sat down. “Yo, this shit is fiyyah!”

“Oh hell no.” Sabrena giggled as she, Tasha, and Quiana took their seats.

“What happened?” The girls looked around.

“See them niggahs right there?” Sabrena pointed. “I have fucked all four of 'em.”

Imani, Quiana, and Tasha looked at her as if she was crazy.

“This is why I don't like to get high wit' yo' ass.” Tasha rolled her eyes. “ 'Cause you start fucking up my shit.”

“Bitch, my buzz is steady, it's yo' shit that's questionable.

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