tall that her head rested comfortably on it. Surprisingly, his muscles weren’t as hard as she thought they would be.
“Olivia, what the hell do you think you are doing?”
She opened her eyes to see Travis glaring at her. He had a chick on his arm. Her blond weave fell in waves past her shoulders and her tight fitted mini dress begged to have extra material added to the hemline.
“Is there a problem?” James asked.
“Yeah, him,” she said, trying to continue her dance.
“Hey, man, that’s my wife you’re dancing all close up on,” Travis said, trying to size James up. Travis worked out, but James still had about twenty-five pounds on him.
“Look, man, it was just a dance,” James said calmly, putting space between Olivia and him.
She glared at Travis. “James, forget him. I put his cheating ass out weeks ago. He has someone with him now, so I don’t know why he’s worried about me.” She turned her back to Travis, hoping he’d go away.
“Yeah, we’re working on a few issues.” Travis grabbed her arm and spun her around. “When the hell you start dressing like that?”
“When I decided to get on with my life.” Olivia was fed up. He had the audacity to come up in there and try to embarrass her. The girl was probably the chick he cheated on her with. Travis was all on her case, and the girl was a dummy to stand there. “Excuse me, James.”
Olivia left them and walked off in search of Angela. She was in the back of the club, flirting with a guy and hadn’t seen a thing. The cheater was still on her heels when she walked up to her sister.
“What’s up?” Angela said. “Oh, I see. Travis, what do you want?”
“Mind your business. This is between me and my wife.”
“Your wife? She put your sorry ass out.” Angela said loudly.
Olivia didn’t want to be in the middle of a fight in a club. She headed outside, with Travis following closely behind.
“What’s your problem? And who the hell said it was okay for you to wear that outfit?” he demanded.
“You! You did not want me when you had me. So why are you bugging me?” She crossed her arms and faced him.
“I did want you. You’re just hard-headed.”
“No, you want someone to do as you say. Those days are over.” She debated walking away, but her feet hurt.
The girl ran up to Travis, pulling him by the arm. “Travis, I thought you said it was finally over with you two. We’re going to be together, remember?”
“Yeah, Travis! What about that?” Olivia said through gritted teeth. Like she thought, he’d been messing with her all along. She knew it wasn’t a one-time thing.
He whispered something to the woman, but she wasn’t going for it. She tried pulling him away and he pushed her off.
“Stop. I’m trying to talk to my wife.”
“You said she didn’t not know how to make a man feel good. That’s why you are with me.” She looked Olivia up and down and smirked. “Who wears glasses to a club anyway? They did invent contacts decades ago.”
Was this heifa making jabs at me? Oh, it is on!
“You better get ya girl, Travis, before I knock her out.”
She jumped in Olivia’s face. “Knock me out, bit—ouch!”
Before she got ‘bitch’ off the tip of her tongue, Olivia slapped the taste out of her mouth.
Travis jumped in between them. “See, this is why I don’t want you. You don’t know how to act like a lady. We’re in public, and you’re slapping people.”
Is he serious? He came up to me, ruining my evening, with his little Chihuahua nipping at his heels. Then, she called me a bitch! He needed to quit playing. I haven’t been in a fight in over ten years and the last chick deserved it too. She had uttered those very same fighting words.
“Go to hell.” Olivia swung around Travis, trying to hit the girl again.
Angela had made her way out the club and ran over. Travis opened his mouth, and then closed it. He knew she had no problem fighting a man. She had yet to lose a fight.
“Come
“Olivia, what the hell do you think you are doing?”
She opened her eyes to see Travis glaring at her. He had a chick on his arm. Her blond weave fell in waves past her shoulders and her tight fitted mini dress begged to have extra material added to the hemline.
“Is there a problem?” James asked.
“Yeah, him,” she said, trying to continue her dance.
“Hey, man, that’s my wife you’re dancing all close up on,” Travis said, trying to size James up. Travis worked out, but James still had about twenty-five pounds on him.
“Look, man, it was just a dance,” James said calmly, putting space between Olivia and him.
She glared at Travis. “James, forget him. I put his cheating ass out weeks ago. He has someone with him now, so I don’t know why he’s worried about me.” She turned her back to Travis, hoping he’d go away.
“Yeah, we’re working on a few issues.” Travis grabbed her arm and spun her around. “When the hell you start dressing like that?”
“When I decided to get on with my life.” Olivia was fed up. He had the audacity to come up in there and try to embarrass her. The girl was probably the chick he cheated on her with. Travis was all on her case, and the girl was a dummy to stand there. “Excuse me, James.”
Olivia left them and walked off in search of Angela. She was in the back of the club, flirting with a guy and hadn’t seen a thing. The cheater was still on her heels when she walked up to her sister.
“What’s up?” Angela said. “Oh, I see. Travis, what do you want?”
“Mind your business. This is between me and my wife.”
“Your wife? She put your sorry ass out.” Angela said loudly.
Olivia didn’t want to be in the middle of a fight in a club. She headed outside, with Travis following closely behind.
“What’s your problem? And who the hell said it was okay for you to wear that outfit?” he demanded.
“You! You did not want me when you had me. So why are you bugging me?” She crossed her arms and faced him.
“I did want you. You’re just hard-headed.”
“No, you want someone to do as you say. Those days are over.” She debated walking away, but her feet hurt.
The girl ran up to Travis, pulling him by the arm. “Travis, I thought you said it was finally over with you two. We’re going to be together, remember?”
“Yeah, Travis! What about that?” Olivia said through gritted teeth. Like she thought, he’d been messing with her all along. She knew it wasn’t a one-time thing.
He whispered something to the woman, but she wasn’t going for it. She tried pulling him away and he pushed her off.
“Stop. I’m trying to talk to my wife.”
“You said she didn’t not know how to make a man feel good. That’s why you are with me.” She looked Olivia up and down and smirked. “Who wears glasses to a club anyway? They did invent contacts decades ago.”
Was this heifa making jabs at me? Oh, it is on!
“You better get ya girl, Travis, before I knock her out.”
She jumped in Olivia’s face. “Knock me out, bit—ouch!”
Before she got ‘bitch’ off the tip of her tongue, Olivia slapped the taste out of her mouth.
Travis jumped in between them. “See, this is why I don’t want you. You don’t know how to act like a lady. We’re in public, and you’re slapping people.”
Is he serious? He came up to me, ruining my evening, with his little Chihuahua nipping at his heels. Then, she called me a bitch! He needed to quit playing. I haven’t been in a fight in over ten years and the last chick deserved it too. She had uttered those very same fighting words.
“Go to hell.” Olivia swung around Travis, trying to hit the girl again.
Angela had made her way out the club and ran over. Travis opened his mouth, and then closed it. He knew she had no problem fighting a man. She had yet to lose a fight.
“Come
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