The Real Deadbeat Dad of Atlanta by Anique

Author:Anique [Anique]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00VNGDYW6
Publisher: Don Dyvas Publications
Published: 2015-04-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Kendall

We got to Kitty City a little after 11. Uriah and some of his friends were with us and I was shocked. I knew he didn’t deal with fish as he called us. We had an exclusive VIP section and I was turning the fuck up. I had to be on a shoot in four days so I was going to milk this time off and have a good time.

We had bottles of whatever you thought you wanted to drink on the tables in front of us and I had a bottle of my pineapple passion to myself. I had about three shots and I was starting to feel the atmosphere.

Ass fat, yeah I know, you just got cash? Blow sum mo'

Blow sum mo', blow sum mo'

The more you spend it, the faster it go

Bad bitches, on the floor, It's rainin' hunnid's, throw sum mo'

Throw sum mo', throw sum mo', throw sum mo'

Soon as I heard Nicki’s voice, I lost it. I loved this song and I was happy as hell that we had a stage with a pole in our section. I got up there and showed the fuck out. All those pole dancing classes paid off. I gave those hoes a run for their money, literally. I guess I attracted an audience because the spotlight ended up on me and I was being rained on. Fuck rain, it was a tsunami and it was only getting bigger.

I danced until the song went off and I was winded. I wasn’t sweating but I was breathing hard. I sat down next to Sy and she gave me the side eye.

“Bitch when you learn how to do all that?”

I smiled. “Remember when I told you about the exercise class and every time I asked, you had something to do? Well that’s when I learned it,”

“Well damn I’m mad at myself that I didn’t go. I thought you were going to have a bitch sweating out her perm. The only way I’m sweating is if it’s a man between these thighs baby.” Sy held her hand out for a high five and I slapped it.

I walked to the table and grabbed a bottle of water and locked eyes with my deadbeat ass baby daddy. I didn’t even like that term “baby daddy” but that’s what his bum ass was. Out of all the strip clubs in the city, this nigga had to come to this one. I shook my head and snatched the blunt out of Uriah’s hand.

“Hey bitch why yo…”

He followed my eyes and shook his head. “Damn hoe, does he have low jack in your ass or something? I swear this nigga is a stalker.”

I watched him as he made his way over to me. I sat back and waited because I knew some bullshit was coming.

“Damn Doll, I didn’t know you had it in you. Maybe I should’ve had your ass on the pole the whole time we were together, at least I would’ve been making some money off of you instead of splurging on your hoe ass,” He showed me his phone.

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