Tiffany and Dior: Love in Las Vegas Streets (9 page)

     “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 salon. I had natural beautiful brown eyes and full lips. Everything was perfect until you got to my hair. I didn’t have the best texture of hair. It was thick and shoulder-length. I tried perms and blowouts but none of that worked. That’s why a chick like me always kept weave in my head and my hair stayed done. 

     Overall, I did my best to always look good. I wore nothing but designer clothes and shoes to complement my nice body. I guess I had good genes. My mother had a nice body and I never worked out a day in my life. I guess that’s because Black never allowed us to eat fast food or even restaurant food. He would rather have Teresa cook instead. He wouldn’t even let me cook any dinner.

    Placing my phone on the charger on my nightstand, I sent my hair stylist Tifa a text letting her know that I was coming and I wanted a cute bob this time. After sending a screenshot of the hairstyle I wanted, I placed the phone down.  I took a shower and got dressed. I was feeling godly so I opted for a white fitted shirt, white Balmain jeans, and my white Versace heels. I wore my Chanel diamond stud earrings and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I stood in front of the full-length mirror giving myself a final look and headed out of the door to Meadows Mall.

     While I was in the mall I racked up on Balmain, Versace, Gucci, and something from just about every store in the mall. I went to the salon to get my gel manicure and pedicure, and then off to Hair by Tifa to get a fresh sew-in bob. I had to admit Tifa slayed my hair as usual and I was feeling the jet-black curly bob.

    It was almost nine o’ clock by the time I got home and it was time to start getting ready. I got dressed for the party to the sounds of Future and Drake’s “Big Rings.” The song was so hot I kept it on repeat as I danced inside of my vanity room while I got ready.

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       It was around midnight when we pulled up into the parking lot of Black Diamonds. Bentleys, Maserati’s, Rolls Royce’s, and Lamborghinis were all you saw in the parking spaces. Lines were wrapped around the corner as people anxiously waited to get inside.

    The sounds of rapper Future was blasting loudly throughout the speakers in each corner of the club. Sexy bottle girls were on the main floor serving drinks as guests walked in. Inside it was beautiful with burgundy, purple, and black plush leather couches. There were lavender and blue lights and a long runway stage, which strippers exotically and seductively danced down.

        Each stripper was doing their signature performances. Some twerked and some shook their asses alongside of local rappers who were on stage performing. On the second level of the club private dancers catered to men and women.

      I stepped out of the black Yukon Denali truck with tints darker than the legal requirement, feeling the love in Las Vegas streets. Best of all I was with my day one, Paige. I loved every time we stepped out. We killed bitches on sight when we stepped in the building.

       I had on my custom-fitted leather dress and red cruel summer Giuseppe Zanotti heels with two thousand racks inside of my red Saint Laurent purse. I knew I was too overdressed for the club but it was my birthday, I thought to myself as I walked in front of the long line. I was ready to turn up and all eyes were on us.

     “This place is lit, Tiffany,” Paige said over the loud music as we walked through the crowd, making our way to our VIP section.

     I saw Landon sitting a few feet away from the stage. From where he was sitting he admired all of the sexy women in the in the club. He watched intensively as each woman twirled and did their sexy tricks.

     “Whassup, Landon?” I said to him as I looked him up and down. He stood up respectively so I didn’t have to talk down to him. He was looking good in his in black Armani button down shirt, slacks, and Ferragamo shoes. I was so busy checking out his swag I didn’t realize Paige had dipped off with some random guy in the club.

     Paige claimed she was faithful to Rasheed but every time we went out she showed me something different. She was very flirtatious with any dude that would try and holla at her. That was my home girl so I didn’t judge. I honestly admired her because she did things that I wanted to do. Black made it very clear he had eyes on me. He had men following me all day. Everywhere I went someone knew Black and I was his girl so I couldn’t do shit.

      I’m not ready to go over to my VIP section, I thought to myself as I saw two bouncers posted outside of the booth. However, I did see a familiar face amongst the crowd. Dressed in her Sunday’s best I wasn’t too eager to meet Fawn Maxwell a.k.a. Mrs. Trap Queen from Paterson, New Jersey. She sat inside of the both with a female I hated since I was a teenager named Paris Monroe. Paris used to date Dior and Black. That only made me feel some type of way seeing her.

      Black had gone to Paterson for Malachi’s court hearing but it wasn’t because he was concerned about his nephew. Rumors were their mansion got raided and their business too. Black invested 70 percent into her business to cover the dirty money the both of them made in the drug game. Black was her connect and when he left the game she had to leave too because she was a part of his team.

      I still couldn’t believe Fawn left Malachi. I mean, I wasn’t one to judge because she was getting money. I just felt like she could have held him down. They were like the hood Bonnie and Clyde. They were hustling together and really made it out of the hood.

       Fawn reminded me so much of my mother; maybe that’s why I didn’t want to be around her. When I looked into her eyes I saw my mother’s eyes. Hunger and ambition is what I saw. That’s the type of love my mother had for my father Farad. But my dad was a sucker and he left her when the police ran up in their trap house. Momma went to prison for seven years because it was her first charge.

    Interrupting my thoughts, I heard Landon’s voice. “What’s up ma?” Landon asked as he signaled for me to sit next to him, making small talk while I waited for Paige. Landon had the best seat in the house. He sat right beside the DJ and the bar. Where he was sitting he had a view of the whole club.

     “You look beautiful tonight and happy birthday, Tiffany,” Landon said with a devilish grin as he looked me up and down.

     “You look good yourself Landon and thank you for remembering,” I said as I hugged him tightly.

    “No problem. If you were my woman you would have a party every weekend like it’s your birthday. You deserve to celebrate. Baby girl, you’re 21 years old now and you don’t get to see this age ever again,” Landon said as he kissed me on my cheek, handing me a small red box.

   “Wow, Landon, is this…? No, I can’t believe it. This is something from Cartier?” I asked, anxiously opening the box. When I peeked inside it was a pair of princess cut diamond stud earrings. “Landon I can’t accept this.” I tried to give the gift back to him. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Landon was sweet like that. For the past three years he had found a way to give me something for my birthday.

       Landon took on the brotherly role and at times he did try to cross that line and I guess I didn’t stop him because he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. “Tiffany, stop! I love you like you my little sister. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Pull out your sponge; that little egg looking thing you girls use to blend your make up.” He laughed.

    “A blender sponge, silly.” I playfully hit him on his shoulder.

    “Damn, so you beautiful,” Landon whispered into my ear, causing my panties to get wet.

    I admit I never did anything with Landon but he was so damn tempting. Thank God Paige decided to find her way over to Landon’s VIP section. I stood up, getting ready to walk away. “Thank you Landon for the gift and enjoy the party,” I said as I stood in front of him.

    “A’ight,” Landon said in a baritone. 

    “I’m sorry for your loss, Landon. It was me news to me that you even had a brother. Nonetheless, I'm sure he didn't come around because of Black. Keep your head up.” I stood on my tippy toes to embrace him with another hug. I knew exactly what he was going through. My sisters were my life and the thought of not seeing them ever again hurt my soul.

“You good?” Landon asked me.

“Yes, I am about to go. I can’t keep my girl waiting,” I said, looking over at Paige who was now talking to someone familiar. It seemed like I would never make it to my VIP section. We kept running into people.

    “Thanks, Landon,” I said, finally walking away.

    “Tiffany, I hope you don’t mind but I invited Rasheed,” Paige announced. 

    “Hey, Rasheed.” I smiled, clearly annoyed. I didn’t have a problem with him; I just felt like having ladies only night. I wanted to drink and dance all night and talk about my week without being judged. 

     “What’s up Tiffany? I am sorry for your loss.” Rasheed gave me a hug. Hearing that made me uncomfortable.

     Rasheed was Dior’s older brother. When their father died, Rasheed had to step up and become the man of the house. I respected Rasheed like he was a big brother. When Rasheed heard about what happened he went over to Paige’s house and gave her $500 to give me when she saw me.    

        I was getting ready to say something when I felt someone pull on my arm and when I turned around I couldn’t believe he was standing before me for the second time this month.

     “DIOR.” I acknowledged him with a hug.

     At 21 years old, Dior had been through a lot growing up. He was the basketball champ at Liberty High School. He was so good he earned a scholarship to UCLA. That was one of the reasons I wanted to go to college. I wanted to go everywhere with Dior and I knew he was going to the NBA. He was all over the news and in newspapers. Dior Jones was going to be a star, but when his father died it changed everything.

       At that time, we were sophomores in high school. I never had a father growing up so I couldn’t relate to Dior’s pain. However, I knew losing a parent had to be hard, which made me appreciate having my mother. Dior had to rely on his older brother Rasheed. Rasheed hustled the block while Dior went to school. He respected his older brother for taking care of home and the bills when their mother got sick.