The Fourth Book In the More Than Friends Series, Deanna grapples with the recent loss of her father, moving to a Nashville for medical school, and getting adjusted to newly married life. But when Shep, Deanna's first love gets injured and ends up...
"Ow. What?" I checked Shep's instagran looking for updates. Him nor his crew had posted a thing since they left for Miami. And I know that meant some big booty latin stripper was making it clap on my husband.
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"Give me your phone." Brandon held his hand out moving his fingers.
"Noooooo." I whined.
"Give me the fucking phone." He said in a low threatening tone.
I poked my lip out like a big baby. He snatched the phone and put it in Kenya's chest. "We'll never find it in there."
"This is wrong guys. I understand this is my bachelorette weekend, but I haven't heard from Shep this whole entire day." I whined.
Anais, Kenya, Sira (Diggy's girlfriend), Ray, and Brandon all looked at me annoyed.
"Thats because some latina stripper is pussy popping on him like she should. Now come in this club." Brandon yanked me by the hand dragging me into this Vegas club.
The group followed behind. It was our first day in Vegas and everybody voted to go to the club.
All I really wanted to do is curl up and facetime with my Claybear.
Chris Brown's Tempo blasted throughout the building.
It was a fancy night club.
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The neon lights engulfed us like flames, and a figure stood on the second level puffing a cigar looking down like this was his kingdom and everything below him was apart of his domain.
The others didn't seem to notice. They had scurried off to the bar.
I kept looking up at the figure, not because he was attractive to me, but because he looked familiar. But I couldn't quite place his face with the name.
I had never seen anyone dress so over the top. His hair was straighter than a young girl's press and curl on easter, and in the middle of a hot ass Vegas club he had on a fur coat. He looked kinda silly to me, if we were being honest. Like something out of a black 70s exploitation film.
His eyes connected with mine and I quickly broke my glance and went to find the others.
Drake's - Mob Ties started playing.
"Ayy, sick of these niggas (sick) Sick of these niggas (sick, sick) Hire some help (help), get rid of these niggas (skrr)" Kenya started rapping, sipping her drink.
