Page 13 of Solomon’s Temple
“Hold up, bae. Don’t do me like that. I miss yo’ fine ass,” he said, pulling me closer and wrapping his arms around me. “Don’t do ya boy like that.”
I pushed away from him. “Nate, I’ll talk to you later. I have to go.”
He yanked me back over to him. “Why the fuck you gotta treat me like that? You only want me when it’s convenient for you. I’m tired of that shit, Temp.”
“Nate, let me the fuck go. You trippin’!”
“I got every reason to fucking be!”
“Nate, if you don’t let me go, I’m going to crack your shit.” I yanked my arm out of his grasp and walked away. Mike and Mo ended up stopping me on the way, and I couldn’t not service my best customers. While giving them a twenty-minute dance, I felt myself being lifted off my feet, tossed over a broad shoulder, and carried away.
“Hey! What the hell? Put me down!” I yelled, about to kill Nate’s ass, but when I looked over and saw Nate with a dancer in his lap, my anger turned to worry as I tried to wiggle out of whoever had me in their grasp.
“Aye, nigga, put her down. The fuck you on?” I heard Mo say.
“Respectfully, mind your business. I need to talk to shorty real quick.” That voice sounded familiar. It was too smooth and deep to ignore where I’d heard it from.
Solomon?
“Mo, it’s alright,” I told him. I could tell he and his brother were ready to get busy, and I didn’t want to get fired. I was also embarrassed that he had to see me like this. I certainly didn’t want him to know about my night job.
We began moving again until we entered the hall to the dressing rooms. He then placed me on my feet and glared down at me. I glared at him right back because what did he think this was? We just met earlier and only talked for ten damn minutes. Now, he was pulling me away from my money like I was his woman or some shit.
“W-what are you doing, Solomon?”
“I could ask you the same.”
“But you can’t. Why would you snatch me up like you’re my man or something?”
He pulled the hairs on his chin and licked his lips. The act caused a tingle to hit my clit as I tried to look at something else on his face. The nigga was too fine for his own good.
“I didn’t like what I saw.” He finally spoke.
“Yet, you’re in a strip club full of naked-ass dancers. Make it make sense.”
“I’m working. I didn’t expect to see you here of all places. Now I see why you didn’t respond to my message. I know we don’t know each other, but . . . I like you, and I didn’t like seeing you shake your a—lady parts in them niggas’ faces.”
“It’s not your place to care that much, and I’m busy, as you can see. This is how I get my extra money. If you don’t like it, then maybe you should pursue someone else.”
“Not happening. I want you, and I’m going to have you.”
“Oh, you’re that confident, huh?”
He nodded. “I am.”
“Yeah, okay. With that stunt you just pulled, I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. So, you have a good night.” I stormed away and headed to the dressing room to change so I could hit the VIP. As hard as it was for me to walk away from his fine ass, I couldn’t allow him to fumble my bag. Not tonight of all nights, at least.
I didn’t take Solomon for the crazy type, but obviously, I misjudged. There was no way I’d let him stop me from getting money to save my grandma’s life or what maintained my lifestyle. If he didn’t like it, oh well. I had bigger problems to deal with than worrying about whether a nigga liked what I did.
Maybe in the next lifetime, . . . but not this time.
The Next Morning
I stepped through the doors of Northwest Care Center and strolled up to the receptionist’s desk. I knew I was out of line last night when I saw Temple dancing in the strip club, but I couldn’t help but feel . . . jealous. I didn’t like seeing her doing that to another man, in my presence, or at all for that matter. The way she moved her butt instantly had my feet moving toward her without thought.
I wasn’t trying to be the crazy nigga in her story, but seeing that made me want to snatch out every nigga’s eyes that saw her booty move like that.
And it was a nice booty too.
