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Chapters (51)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Acknowledgments
  4. Part One
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. Part Two
  22. 17
  23. 18
  24. 19
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. Part Three
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. Sometimes It Goes Down Like That
  49. Also by K’wan
  50. About the Author
  51. Newsletter Sign-up

Marcus smiled, reminding Billy of a movie she had seen Blair Underwood in. “Right this way,” he said, parting the crowd for them.

“Come on, y’all,” Billy said, following Marcus.

“Nah, me and Reese are gonna walk around for a minute, we’ll meet you up there,” Rhonda said.

“We are?” Reese asked, puzzled.

“Yeah.”

Yoshi shrugged and followed Billy. “Suit yourselves,” she called over her shoulder.

Reese watched her friends disappear into the crowd, on their way to having untold fun, and couldn’t figure for the life of her why she was standing there with Rhonda. “What the fuck is your problem? I wanted to go to the VIP and get my drink on.”

Rhonda jealously watched the backs of Yoshi’s and Billy’s heads as the handsome Marcus led them away. Her insides burned at the missed opportunity. Marcus was supposed to be her vic, and instead she took a backseat for Billy. Instead of going with the flow and backing her friend, she hated on her. “Fuck them bitches. I ain’t feel like being no fake hos anyway. You see the way Billy was all over that nigga?”

“It looked the other way around to me,” Reese admitted.

“Bitch, please, you didn’t peep that shit. Thirsty bitch was all up in this nigga’s space, rubbing on him and shit.”

“Rhonda, I think you’re just tight because you didn’t get to try him.”

“Fuck outta here, he wasn’t all that. Besides, I ain’t pressed for dick. Let’s move around and see who’s up in here.”

Rhonda bumped her way through the crowd and Reese grudgingly followed. As they hustled across the dance floor, a sea of hands and arms reached out to detain them or just get a touch of their soft flesh. Though Rhonda and Reese weren’t as pretty or fair-skinned as the other girls, that didn’t mean they were tore up. They got their fair share of attention, too.

As Rhonda bopped to the beat, a warm hand reached out and clamped over hers. Rhonda was about to get fly until she saw who was holding her. He was a dude who appeared to be in his late twenties, with a heavy Jesus piece around his neck. His swagger said that he might be worth a few dollars, so Rhonda decided to dance with him. Motioning for Reese to jump on his partner, Rhonda went in for the kill.