ADDICTED TO HIM II Read Free

party. I know all these niggas like a little bit of ratchetness but they love class. Women that know how to carry themselves in public with grace are winning! Do what you want behind closed doors but men respect women that respect themselves.
    “Hey baby,” Rashard said as he walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
    “Trying to see what I’m going to do to spruce this place up for the party,” I said as I stepped out of his embrace. I looked up at his handsome angry face with his dreads neatly braided straight back and smiled. “Not much is wrong here but this place is missing a lady’s touch. For the night, I’m in charge, ok?” I asked before I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips.
    “C’mon crazy ass girl, let me introduce you to Candy,” he said and grabbed my hand. I began to wonder if Candy is her real name or stripper name. Not many people named their children job appropriate names these days, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. Now, before you get offended, put yourself in a boss’ position. Now imagine what type of business you’re in if you will hire a “Candy”. Now do you get my point?
    We walked in a nice office and I could see Candy was in deep thought, reading over some paperwork on the desk. Rashard cleared his throat, which caused her to look up with the brightest smile I’d seen in I don’t know how long. She stood up and gave Rashard a half hug, then walked over to me and hugged me as well. “I’m Candy,” she said and smiled, but I was too lost in her aura to respond.
    She had this presence about her that I had never been in the company of. Most females aren’t like this. She is indeed a rare breed. Hell, even I was judging her by her name before I ever met her and that’s what females do. It doesn’t matter what your name is, a female somewhere is going to comment on it. It’s either your parents are ghetto or they think they’re white. Once you get passed that, they will mentally judge you based on what you’re wearing and how you carry yourself. Not Candy though, she exuded so much confidence! I could tell right off back how strong she was.
    Rashard nudged my arm and jarred me out of my thoughts. “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Tamia. I was a little lost in my own thoughts,” I said, apologizing for being rude.
    “It’s ok,” Candy replied and took a seat.
    “Well, I was coming in here to introduce ya’ll but Candy took over,” Rashard said, which caused us all to laugh. “Well, Tamia is going to host the party and she’s doing a little makeover, so let Raphael know what’s up. I have to go,” Rashard said before he kissed my forehead and walked away.
    “I’ll be right back, let me go tell Raphael what he said,” Candy said as she stood to her feet.
    “I’m coming with you,” I responded and allowed her to lead the way. I followed her to the bar as she took a seat next to who I assume is Raphael.
    “What’s up Candy?” Raphael asked, without bothering to look behind him where I was standing.
    “Shard said Tamia will be hosting the party tonight. Whatever she says goes, cool?” she said to him.
    He turned around slowly and looked me up and down. “You Tamia?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I responded with a smile. I glanced at Candy and she was smiling too.
    “Well, do you, just put everything back when you’re done,” he said before he turned back around.
    “Will do,” I said and walked away.
    Now, it’s time to get started on bringing this club to life! I mean, it’s fine the way it is but not if I’m going to host a party here. I set speakers up in each corner to see where it sounded the loudest from the dance floor. I figured if the people barely heard the music, they’d spend more time talking than dancing. I couldn’t have that at a party I was hosting.
    “Excuse me. I’m Tamia, what are your names?” I asked as I approached two guys that were standing by the bar. They had security on the back of their shirts, so I