She got lucky when Myome slipped a little because of her heels and was forced to let her hair go. I held Myome by the waist while she regained her footing.
Niecy was off balance and touching her bloody nose while she gathered herself and Trapp was trying to stand upright without assistance.
“The next time you touch my husband or try to claim you’re fucking him on Skroll, bitch, just know an ass whooping is coming behind that shit.” Myome yanked her skirt down then turned to aggressively fix her hair. “Stupid bitch,” she mumbled.
Niecy dragged herself to the opposite mirror and surveyed her face. She had a good knot coming in that I just knew had to be from the rock I’d put on Myome’s finger.
Myome leaned forward to check her makeup in the mirror then grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.
“Yo’ ass a lil crazy, Twin.” I chuckled as I tucked my gun back into my pants.
“She’s lucky I didn’t drag her to the toilet and dunk her head in,” Myome snapped.
“A’ight then. Beat these hoes up about your husband then, Mrs. King.”
She looked back at me, a smile crossing her face. “You like that toxic shit,” she accused.
“I like knowing you love me enough to knock a bitch frontal loose.” I leaned in and kissed her. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply.
“You sure we don’t have time for me to taste it?” I mumbled.
She looked back at the club floor which was still filling up then back at me. “We may have time.”
“Come on.” I nudged my head in the direction we’d come from and we headed to the newly-vacated bathroom.
Ten minutes later I had Myome’s juices coating my face while I knelt in the bathroom and licked her through her second orgasm and Charm blew her phone up.
I tossed gum into my mouth and kept it pushing, making a note not to hit anybody’s blunt throughout the night. The last thing I needed was one of these niggas getting an accidental taste of this good shit. I loved Dashawn and Alan but I wasn’t against punching them in their mouths behind my wife. Their jaws weren't made of glass.
When we got to the section, Rome, Charm, Dashawn, Hazel, Chandler, Lee, and Alan were already up there, Alan and Rome both had random women with them. I acknowledged the men, Chandler, Charm, and Hazel.
“Y’all haven’t met, huh?” I looked from Hazel to Myome. “This is Dashawn’s wife, Hazel. Hazel, this is my wife, Myome.”
“Nice to meet you.” Myome and Hazel shook hands and I collapsed on the couch.
“Damn. So you don’t see us?” the chickenhead next to Alan asked.
“Alan, control your guest before I start calling women bitches and hoes tonight,” I stated plainly, my eyes trained on Myome while she surveyed the different unopened bottles already ordered.
When she was happy with one, she plucked it up and walked it over to me to crack it open and pour it for her.
“Charm too,” she said.
“A’ight.” I grabbed a second cup for my best friend-in-law and filled her shit too.
“Thank you.” Charm reached over for the glass and Myome sat beside me.
They immediately began talking to each other, giggling about how excited they were with the turnout and which song they were the most excited to preview.
“Y’all want one of these?” Alan leaned forward and shook a small bottle in his hand.
“Fuck no. The last time I took something from you I woke up married, bitch.” I snickered and Myome looked back at me.
“Sounds like it was a blessing,” she teased.
“It was.” I kissed her shoulder then her cheek. “But once you hit the top the only place you can go is down and I’m not about to risk it.”
“Good pivot,” she acknowledged.