“Listen, Kim isn’t trying to hear Petey being out all night; not even with you. I’ll be fine. Just call when you’re done,” she said then she kissed me on the cheek and gave me a sexy wink of the eye.
As she turned to walk away, I couldn’t resist tapping her on the ass. She turned around, batted her eyes and bit her bottom lip. Damn…I can’t wait to taste that ass! Michelle was right on her heels, but not before tapping me on the shoulder.
“Oh goodnight, Michelle,” I bid. She didn’t look like the healthy Michelle from the boardroom months ago but seeing her here proved that she was in good condition and for that, I was happy.
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world. And I’m sure your private performance surprised you…?” Michelle asked grinning.
“Hell yeah. I was pleasantly surprised. She did her thing?”
“Happy birthday, Azmir and many, many more”.
“Thanks, Michelle. I’m happy to have shared it with you,” I said while reaching down to hug her. After our embrace she followed after Rayna.
I stayed at the party for about another hour and a half. I greeted guests, heard spontaneous performances, and even collected quite a few gifts. To my surprise, Tara stayed for a while. When she and her crew were about to leave they came over. Her girls made small talk with me. One of them, Sheila, even tried to throw in, “Azmir, I guess the next time I’ll be seeing you is at the shower…” She left the comment opened for a response to which, I said, “It was really nice of you ladies to come out to celebrate my birthday with me and my peoples. I hope you get home safely. Take care, Tara.” And with that I walked off. I could tell Tara was about to say something but I took all that I could stand of her and her pretentious friends. I never liked that Sheila either.
Petey came over while I was speaking with a few friends from Chi-town and said it was time to go. I looked at my watch that read about two fifteen a.m. I didn’t ask any questions. I wrapped up the conversation by thanking them for coming and then politely excused myself. On the way to the door everybody and their mother was trying to get my attention but Petey yelled frenetically to the goons surrounding me telling them that we had to go and to keep me moving. Thank goodness for that because I would’ve never gotten out of there in good timing.
When we made it outside I immediately noticed that I was climbing into a BMW 7 Series with Wop at the wheel instead of the stretch Royce we'd pulled up in. I asked Petey what was up with that.
“This here is where we part, duke. I hope you had a good time tonight. I got some things to wrap up inside so I’ll check in wit’ chu in a few hours, Ock,” Petey handed me some heat, after which giving me dap.
He only gave me a piece when he wasn’t escorting me somewhere that he wasn’t too sure about. I hate surprises but the little bit of buzz I had left told me to just chill. So, I jumped in the Beamer and asked Wop, “Where to now, duke?” He just peeled off screeching the tires and all.
While driving, not only did I have to deal with the suspense of my destination, but I had to also endure the torture of listening to my twenty-year-old comrade carry on a conversation with one of his lady friends.
“Yeah, girl! I told you I’m working now. I’ll be off soon and granddaddy dick is coming your way. Im’ma bust that cherry and make you call me daddy! You gonna tell me who * dat is. You like dat don’t you?” he sang into his cell. Giving me another reason to be grateful for my age.
My phone vibrated taking my mind off their exchange. It was a text message: How long will you be?
It was Rayna. It’s not like I forgot about her but I was trying to oblige my goons before I indulged and retreated for the night–well morning now. I needed to know where we were going. This is starting to annoy the fuck out of me!
I’m not sure but will find out soon! I texted back.