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you ain’t, fuck that nigga. He lost his
woman as soon as I walked in your office.” 
     Nakami tried to hide her smile, but she was
struggling. “Mr. Summers, you just don’t know what you’re getting
yourself into.” 
     

Nakami
May 2014

     I oozed out of the Porsche and slinked onto the
red carpet that was just outside of the club, feeling like I was
high on something foreign. Grey had this aura that was contagious,
and being in his presence made me feel like I was untouchable. I’d
planned to walk the carpet alone but Grey made his way to my side,
grabbing my hand and smiling for the cameras. I couldn’t help the
heat I felt rising in my body as he stood close to me. I wanted to
say fuck this party, take him back to the suite, and fuck him a
million ways to Sunday. But I’d worked hard on this event and was
anxious to experience the final product. 
     Grey and I finished posing for the cameras,
took the elevator up to the rooftop where the club was located, and
walked inside South Beach. Even over the loud music, I could hear
Grey’s jaw hit the floor. I had really outdone myself. You felt the
undeniable presence of Miami’s infamous South Beach as soon as you
entered. Each booth that lined the walls was made to look like a
cabana, with large, plush, white beds and white ottoman poofs.
Colorful curtains outlined each booth, and flat screen TV’s adorned
both sides of each booth. The entire club was drenched in exotic
flowers.  All three bars were outfitted with Wet Willies
frozen drink machines, along with every type of liquor you could
imagine. My favorite part was the sand that led to the manmade
beach, which was actually just a borderless infinity pool that
extended to the outdoor patio. The cool blue water and white sand
that led to the gorgeous view of the LA skyline made you feel like
you had just been transported to the exotic location.
Outside on the patio, there were more bed cabanas and large
pillowy lounge chairs decorated with colorful throw
pillows. 
     Waitresses were walking around in white pencil
skirts, gold sandals, and white crop tops carrying trays of food
from the menu that consisted of foods like shrimp ceviche shooters,
cubano sandwich sliders, and steak and cornbread tamale bites.
There were hookahs at all the VIP booths, and I had also arranged
for Starbuzz Hookah to give out free hookah pens to all the
attendees. DJ Mo Beatz was starting the night off bumping my
favorite artist of the moment, Future, and people were starting to
filter in. 
     “Ma, this is more dope than I could have
imagined! You did your thing!” 
     Grey slipped his hands around my waist, pulled
me close, and kissed my cheek. I was surprised and delighted at his
show of affection. This nigga had no clue what the heat of his body
was doing to me. And if he put his lips that close to my face
again, I was bound to suck them clean off his face. 
     “Bay-be! You outdid yourself, bitch! This place
is fucking bomb!” I knew the voice behind me immediately. 
     I turned around and saw my best friend, Blu,
strutting over towards us. Blu Buckley, aka Blu Bucks was my bottom
bitch. I’d met her my sophomore year in high school, and we’d been
rocking with each other ever since. She was the definition of a
down ass chick, and she was the only female I had ever really vibed
with. After high school, Blu went down to ATL to get her money up
by stripping in one of the hottest clubs in the country, Magic
City. And she came up, let me tell you. With a body like Melyssa
Ford and a face like Keyshia Dior, Blu was one of the top earners
at the club.  She was banking upwards of five g’s a night and
even more when celebrities stopped through.
    After a couple years, she started missing home so I
begged my dad to invest in a strip club. With a little coaxing, he
agreed and I brought Blu home to manage the place. She still did
one night only’s every month, but she was the boss lady now and
doing a damn good job making