Page 4 of R&B Mixtape

She stomped in place with excitement causing me to chuckle at her reaction. I didn’t know what would come of this weekend, but I was open to it.

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“And I thought I was going to have to lend you something. Bitch when did your ass get thick? I was always bigger than you but damn. You need to stay away from all of them hoodies and sweats and put some fuckin’ clothes on. You look the fuck good!”

Mya was hyping me up and I felt more confident than I ever had. I had the same darn shape and weighed the same since college. However, I refrained from dressing up because I had nowhere to go for real.

I was sporting a black dress that hugged my curves and presented my physique with class. It wasthedress I planned on wearing to our fundraiser, but Cam left before the event couldhappen. I kept it not having a use for it until now. I found nothing at the mall that was appeasing.

“Thank you friend and you look beautiful as well. I didn’t know what to do with my hair, so I put some curls in it. You think I should’ve straightened it?”

“No. You really do look great just the way you are Harlow. Any man down there would be lucky to have you. Are you going to be okay with men walking up to you? Everyone there will be single so you can expect it.”

“I’m good and I’m going to socialize. Maybe it is time for me to try and move on. I’m tired of being affected by him and living my life on pause.”

Mya walked over and gave me a light hug. She was such a supportive friend and never rushed me to get over a man the way other friends did. She knew firsthand how it was to love someone whole heartedly.

“I’m proud of you. So, how about we take a shot and get this night started. I brought some Dussé.”

“You want to start dangerous I see.” I shook my head but prepared myself.

Grabbing the bottle from her, proceeded to pop the top and pour my own troubles into my mouth. Alcohol normally made me think of Cam and our relationship but this time I was going to focus my thoughts on someone new if that was possible. Mya followed suit with her own shot, and we headed down right after.

Entering the secluded area there were guests of all sorts. It was a diverse room for sure and it seemed as if everyone was having a good time. Mya and I made it to the function thirty minutes after it started so that would’ve been enough time for everyone to loosen up.

All eyes seemed to find us, and we had both men and women checking us out. What bestie wore was just as fitting as what I wore. While Mya was a beautiful caramel woman anythingagainst her skin brought her figure out. She was a slim-thick female that was proportioned perfectly. She was the star athlete for our college, and she retained the body from it years later.

“I always feel like somebody’s watching meeeee,” she started whispering Michael Jackson’s lyrics and I had to giggle from it. She never took anything serious.

“I hope you know that we’re the best-looking women here so the encounters will be several. Oh, and from what I can tell, we might have some envious women here as well. I spotted three so far with their noses turned up.” I scanned the room once we walked in and caught every glare.

“Well, somebody’s going to be pissed off by the end of the night because I’m walking away with their man. Let’s go get a drink.”

We kept our smile on and let our steps lead us to the bar where we sat on the far end to be able to see the room comfortably. We didn’t like surprises and always wanted to see who was approaching.

I scanned the room again and noticed a group of men staring in our direction. I knew what was coming next. Most men saw me and Mya and figured the first thing we needed was a savior when that was nowhere near the case. What we needed was an equivalent partner who still dominated in their position in our life. Men these days were selfish and inconsiderate as fuck, and I’d be damned if I gave into that. I liked a man who knew how to stand on his own and stick to his guns but make his woman feel righteous.

“Here they come,” I softly uttered.

“Yeah, I see them. The only cute one is the one playing the background,” she said causing me to examine a little more.

He was a very attractive man but not my type. I was stuck on Cam’s appearance whether I wanted to admit it or not. No one I ran into measured up to him and I wasn’t going to settle for less.

“Ladies, how are you?” I could tell the one that spoke up was confident. A little too confident if you asked me.

“Good and yourself?” I kept it simple.

“Better now that you two have entered the room. You brought some seasoning in if you get what I’m saying.”

I chuckled from his remark because a lot of pale faces were in attendance. He had jokes and I liked that. That would be something good going for him.

“I’m Marcus, this is Saxon, Chris, and La?—”

“I’m Lance. I don’t need another grown man speaking for me.” Cutie pie introduced himself not knowing that put him at the top of the totem pole.

I looked at Mya and she was intrigued with his approach. He was who she was taking back to the room. He did what was necessary to stand out and she was eating it up. Extending their hands at the same time, they gave a shake and locked eyes. No one else mattered to her. Lance was that one in a million man.

“Nice to meet you Lance, I’m Mya.” Her tone dropped and I shook my head. She was definitely fuckin’ him tonight.