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“Move, bitch.” I laughed as she hugged me. “Don’t squeeze my titties. They fucking hurt.”
Bianca came rushing over next.
“Look at the MILF!”
“Girl, fuck you.”
“No, seriously. You don’t even look like you just had a baby.”
“Bitch, yes I do.”
“You really don’t.”
“I got a whole faja under this outfit telling a different story.”
They laughed.
It felt good though.
Music was blasting. Money was hitting the floor. Bitches were walking around half naked. Niggas were yelling at the stage. Bottles were popping in sections.
My old regular Carlos damn near broke his neck when he saw me.
“Heather?”
I turned around.
He put his hand over his heart.
“My baby!”
“Boy, bye.”
He hugged me carefully.
“You had the baby?”
“No, Carlos. I just finally digested that basketball.”
He laughed. “You look good.”
“I know.”
“When you coming back?”
“Soon.”
“I need my favorite girl.”
“You and everybody else.”
“Baby should’ve been mine.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You say that one more time, I’m charging you child support.”
He laughed and kissed my cheek before heading back toward his section.
