“My bad, baby,” O said as he grabbed my waist.

O didn’t seem like himself. I could tell he was high, but it was something else about him that didn’t sit right with me. He kissed me on my cheek and then let go of my waist. He told me to go to the bar and order Tina and me a drink on him, then he disappeared in the crowd.

“A Smirnoff Ice with raspberry, please, and a apple martini,” I yelled to the bartender.

I took a seat on the stool next to Tina.

“I can’t believe that nigga didn’t call me when he got back,” I told Tina.

“Don’t sweat it, he look damn good,” Tina said.

O did look good that night. He had on jeans, a white T, his camel-colored mink, and some fresh tan Tims. Then he topped it off with yellow diamonds that sat in his gold chain and earrings and a gold-face Jacob on his wrist. He was definitely a stunner.

I took a sip of the Smirnoff and chilled. I couldn’t work my magic on nobody because O was there. Tina started talking to some suave-ass dude with some leather pants on. I ordered a second Smirnoff and started feeling a little buzz. I was sitting at the bar, feeling the music and just chillin’, when something caught my eye.

O was taking pictures with some broad on his lap. And this girl was kissing all on his neck. He was just smiling and being real disrespectful. I tapped Tina on her shoulder.

“This nigga is tryna play me,” I said with an attitude.

Tina looked in the direction of my eyes and saw O acting a fool. She snapped as if he was her man instead of mine.

“Oh, hell, no, go over there and check that nigga and that bitch!”

“He knows I’m the fuck here. Why would he do some stupid shit like that?”

Tina hopped off the stool and grabbed my hand. “Come on. This nigga playin’ his self,” she said as she led me through the crowd.