Free Millionaire Wives Club by Tu-Shonda Whitaker Page B

fuckin’ finger outta my face.”
    “I know she didn’t just slap my hand,” Evan said as if she were asking the crowd encircling them a question.
    “Evan, just let it go,” Kendu insisted.
    “Oh, you takin’ up for her now?”
    “Calm down,” he said, “you’re embarrassing yourself.”
    “Embarrassing myself!” Evan was floored, and as if she were under remote control she turned around, grabbed a drink from the passing butler’s tray, and tossed every ounce of champagne into Milan’s face.
    The entire party seemed to screech to a halt. Milan blinked, and Yusef standing nearby could be heard to say, “What the—” Milan wiped her eyes and stood silently for a moment. Her mind rewound what had just occurred, and as fast as the drink had been tossed in her face she reared her hand back and slapped Evan so hard that Evan staggered back a few inches.
    “Hurry, Carl!” Bridget yelled. “Get a close-up!”
    Evan stumbled. After she regained her balance she took a swing at Milan but Kendu blocked it. “Stop it,” he said as security rushed in and Evan started screaming, “Out! I want them out!”
    One officer grabbed Milan and the other grabbed Chaunci. “Oh hell no!” Chaunci yelled. “You better get the hell offa me. If I’da beaten the bitch she’d still be on the ground.”
    “Hold it.” Kendu looked at security. “This is my home. I have this under control.”
    “You’re taking up for her again?!” Evan screamed while holding her face.
    “Just calm down, Evan,” Jaise said, grabbing her hand. “Let’s just try and work this out. This is really causing a scene.”
    “At this point, I don’t give a damn.”
    “Evan, believe me,” Jaise said, eyeing the onlookers, “this looks good for no one’s image. Please, let’s just talk about this. Remember that when fights break out donations fly right out the door.”
    “Fuck all that!” Chaunci said, pissed. “And I want my goddamn check back too. I ain’t donatin’ shit!”
    Yusef walked over and shook his head at Milan. “I can’t take you nowhere,” he said.
    “Let’s just go!” Chaunci snapped. “I’ve been thrown out of better places by worse people. I don’t have to take this shit.”
    Milan rolled her eyes in disgust as she turned to Kendu. “I hope that baby she had is worth it!” And she stormed out with Chaunci in tow.
    Once they were outside, Carl asked the ladies to tell the camera their feelings. “I can’t believe this shit!” Chaunci spat at Carl. “She got me fucked up! That’s how I’m feeling right now.”
    “Evan is just a phony asshole,” Milan added.
    “You should’ve whupped that bitch’s ass,” Chaunci said. “Like she owed you a man! Trick-ass video ho.”
    Jaise and Bridget walked swiftly over to Chaunci and Milan. “Ladies, can we talk about this?” Jaise said. “We need to straighten this out.”
    Chaunci looked her over. “This is what you do: Since you started the shit and now you’re so interested in peace, tell the valet to get me my ma’fuckin’ car. I’m ready to roll.” She quickly turnedto the right and then the left. “Valet”—she snapped her fingers—“I need my car please.”
    “Ladies, this can be worked out. Let’s just calm down,” Jaise insisted.
    “Looka here,” Chaunci said, “I don’t know what you think this is or what you’re really looking for, but this is as real as it gets. I’m pissed, and since you really don’t know me, my suggestion to you is to get on.”
    “Chaunci, Milan,” Kendu called as he walked outside with half of the party and every TV camera in the place following him. “Chill, time out, wait. Hold it.”
    “Chaunci,” Idris said, walking over and grabbing her hand, “let me speak to you for a minute.”
    “Look,” Chaunci said, snatching her hand back, “if you ain’t the fuckin’ valet don’t say shit to me. Please. We’re gone. Out of this mother … fuck…ker!” She wiggled her head and neck like a bobble