Free Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets by Ameerah Cooper Page B

We missed you!” Paige yelled.
         “I miss you guys too. That’s why I FaceTimed instead of calling. Black is having a meeting at the club and I don’t want to go alone,” I said to Paige and December leaving out the part where Black informed me not to invite them..
         “What? Black letting you out and setting you up with VIP at his club?” Paige said, being sarcastic. I hated when she reminded of the invisible leash Black had wrapped around my neck.
         “It’s because he’s meeting up with Fawn.”
        “Wait? Mrs. Trap Queen Fawn? Girl, she was just on the news a few weeks ago. Her man went down for like twenty-five years because he wouldn’t snitch. That’s a real nigga; he didn’t snitch on his lady,” December said.
         “I honestly don’t care for her. I am just glad to be going out tonight. It’s my birthday and I want to turn up.
         “Damn, I’m sorry Tiffany. I am flying out to Virginia for a few days. I will party with you ladies next time,” December spoke up.
         “Girl what’s in Virginia?” I asked her out of curiosity. 
         “I finally left Capone’s ass,” December said confidently.
        “Finally. He was a dirty dog. I don’t know how you stayed that long,” I said as I rolled my eyes.
         “December you might as well tell her,” Tiffany said as she looked at December.
    “Tell me what?” I asked out of curiosity.
         “I am pregnant,” December responded in an uneasy tone.  
         “Oh my God! Damn, now you still stuck with Capone,” I screamed into the phone.
         “No, not by his sorry ass. I met this guy named Quentin when I was downtown in Las Vegas shopping a few months ago. He not from Henderson or Vegas. He from Richmond and he that nigga out there. He getting money and Richmond ain’t that bad. I didn't mentioned him until now because things are pretty serious. The only reason Paige knows because she met him earlier this morning when he picked me up from Capone’s house.”
        “December, don’t tell me you are moving out? I mean congrats girl, but damn, you’re moving all the way out there?”
        “Stop overreacting, it’s just for a couple of months. I barely know him—”
         “Obviously.” I cut December off mid-sentence. 
         “Tiffany, I know you’re not talking when you’re playing wifey to that old ass man every night. Don’t judge me,” December stated.
        “Very funny, that’s why my old ass man paying for me to spend the day pampering myself just so I can look good in the club. Now safe travels, bitch!” I said to December as I giggled uncontrollably.
        “HA! December you mad or nah?” Paige giggled.
        “Whatever bitch, I got me a young nigga and he paid in full,” December said in annoyance.
         Before I could even open my mouth to say another word Paige spoke up. “Well December not coming out to the club tonight. I will make my momma watch Milan. What time you coming?” she asked anxiously.
         “Be ready around ten,” I responded.
         “Bye, bitch!” December and Paige said in unison.
        After I logged out of my FaceTime app with December and Paige I sat there for a few more minutes. I logged into my Instagram, instantly seeing likes from last night’s post. I was the queen of taking selfies and last night I took one right before bed. After checking my notifications, I scrolled down my Instagram timeline.  I took a few selfies and posting them to the gram, no captions needed.
          I admit I was conceited and I had every right to be. I am not bragging but I had it going on. I weighed 130 pounds with a flat stomach and a nice round butt. It wasn’t no stripper booty but it was nice. In the streets they would call me slim thick.  I was slim in the waist and thick in the hips.
          My bronze skin looked as if I tanned all year round and I never stepped into a tanning