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right,” I agreed. “I need to get back in the swing of things, anyway.”
     
    I had on a short blue Dior skirt with the matching signature Dior leg warmers, a white fitted blouse, and my blue mink. I looked fly. Tina rocked her waist-length black mink with a short black cutout dress. She had on stiletto pumps and nude stockings. She looked tight too. When we walked in the club, everybody stopped and stared, including O, who hadn’t even called me to tell me he was back in town.
    “The last I checked you was in Baltimore handling business,” I said with sass.
    “And wasn’t you in Vegas?” he asked.
    “You knew I was only staying in Vegas for a couple of days, but I had no idea when you were supposed to come back. I relied on a phone call.”
    “My bad, baby,” O said as he grabbed my waist.
    O didn’t seem like himself. I could tell he was high, but it was something else about him that didn’t sit right with me. He kissed me on my cheek and then let go of my waist. He told me to go to the bar and order Tina and me a drink on him, then he disappeared in the crowd.
    “A Smirnoff Ice with raspberry, please, and a apple martini,” I yelled to the bartender.
    I took a seat on the stool next to Tina.
    “I can’t believe that nigga didn’t call me when he got back,” I told Tina.
    “Don’t sweat it, he look damn good,” Tina said.
    O did look good that night. He had on jeans, a white T, his camel-colored mink, and some fresh tan Tims. Then he topped it off with yellow diamonds that sat in his gold chain and earrings and a gold-face Jacob on his wrist. He was definitely a stunner.
    I took a sip of the Smirnoff and chilled. I couldn’t work my magic on nobody because O was there. Tina started talking to some suave-ass dude with some leather pants on. I ordered a second Smirnoff and started feeling a little buzz. I was sitting at the bar, feeling the music and just chillin’, when something caught my eye.
    O was taking pictures with some broad on his lap. And this girl was kissing all on his neck. He was just smiling and being real disrespectful. I tapped Tina on her shoulder.
    “This nigga is tryna play me,” I said with an attitude.
    Tina looked in the direction of my eyes and saw O acting a fool. She snapped as if he was her man instead of mine.
    “Oh, hell, no, go over there and check that nigga and that bitch!”
    “He knows I’m the fuck here. Why would he do some stupid shit like that?”
    Tina hopped off the stool and grabbed my hand. “Come on. This nigga playin’ his self,” she said as she led me through the crowd.
    “What the fuck is the deal?” Tina snapped at O.
    O had a confused look on his face. I guess he was wondering why Tina came at him like she did when he wasn’t her man.
    I stepped in. “O, can I holla at you for a minute?”
    O got up from the chair and moved the girl to the side.
    “What’s wrong, baby?” the girl asked.
    “Nothin’, just give me a minute,” O responded.
    I was pissed off.
    “What’s up?” O asked as he walked toward me.
    He put his arm around my waist and slowly walked me a few steps away from the girl and Tina. I had a blank look on my face and was speechless at first. I was about to flip out on that nigga, but I told myself to be easy.
    “O, please don’t act like you wasn’t just disrespectin’ me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not the jealous type, but damn, all that was unnecessary. You can do whatever you want on your own time, but when I’m in your presence, you’re on my time. You feel me?”
    O put on that confused face again. “What are you talking about, baby?” he asked.
    His eyes were glassy. He seemed real disoriented. He was pissing me off even more by acting nonchalant.
    “Is everything okay?” the girl came behind O and asked.
    Tina followed her and responded for O. “Everything is just fine,” Tina said.
    The girl rolled her eyes. “O, is everything okay?” she asked, placing emphasis on his name.
    “Bitch, I said