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you could just think of it as a gift from me to you.” She giggled. “Everybody can’t be rolling in cash, ya know?”
    I didn’t know if I should be offended or grateful, but I was damn glad when a dude in an ugly orange mask came over and asked her to dance. She rejected him then told me that she’d call me the next day.
    I ran into Nat coming out of the kitchen, giving orders, no doubt. “What in the hell is wrong with India?”
    â€œWhy?” she asked.
    â€œShe just left. I am so damn tired of her antics.”
    Nat said, “I guess money doesn’t make life easier.”
    â€œWell, give me some, and I’ll tell you.” Then I remembered my talk with India earlier. “Did you tell her about my trip?”
    â€œNo.” She glared at me. “Why?”
    â€œShe mentioned it.”
    â€œNo, I never said anything.” She covered her mouth. “So she knows that I kept my share too?”
    â€œI don’t know.” I needed another drink. “But I’ll write her a check tomorrow. She is way too dramatic for me. I think we need to let her go, Nat.”
    â€œI think she’s just lonely.”
    â€œWhatever! She’s chasing that dude around.” I sighed. “After I give her this check, I’m through dealing. She is really starting to get on my nerves.”
    â€œDon’t give up on her. I think she’s missing Andrew too.”
    I laughed. “You can’t be serious.” I had to look into her face. “If she were missing him, she would’ve kept the baby. The man you’re supposed to love gets killed and you have an abortion right after the funeral?” I was getting hot. “I need another drink.”
    Nat looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. “It’s your birthday. Go find your man.”
    I began walking toward Damian but ran into Mr. Phantom. “Did you find what you were looking for, sir?” I asked but kept walking.
    â€œYes, ma’am, but it keeps passing me by,” he said to my back.
    I reached the bar, grabbed Damian’s hand, and pulled him away from his friends. “We haven’t danced in a while, baby,” I said sexily, licking his earlobe. “Dance with me.”
    He followed me to the floor and gave me just what I was looking for. He had me hurting, sweating, and horny during the thirty minutes we spent out there.
    When Mya’s “My Love is Like . . . Whoa” blasted through the speakers, I turned my back to his chest and did a provocative grinding number on him as he tried to keep his hands from going where they shouldn’t go in public.
    â€œKeep doing that and I swear I’ll have your ass pinned up in the bathroom after this song,” he whispered.
    â€œIs that a promise?”
    â€œYou damn skippy, it is.”
    When I spotted Mr. Phantom watching me from the wall, I felt uncomfortable and turned back to face Damian.
    After the song, I gave him a kiss and told him that I surrendered. I couldn’t take it any longer and needed to rest.
    After a little mingling, I found Natalya and Nick resting on one of the beds in the back. He was holding her like there was no tomorrow, and she looked like tomorrow wouldn’t matter without him. I guessed Nick only having a half of an uncooked Oscar Mayer wiener wasn’t an issue anymore. She should’ve kept that part about him to herself. I’d never see him the same again. Women need to learn that everything about their man isn’t for their girls to know too.
    â€œBirthday girl, have you been on the dance floor?”
    Nick smiled and excused himself to the bar.
    As we watched him walk away, she smiled and said, “Sarai, he is such a good man.”
    I knew why she was saying it. “I know he is, Nat.” She didn’t have to sell him to me. If he truly loved her, then I was already sold. I’d just give them a penis pump as a wedding gift. I smiled.