After The BadBoy

Chapter 11: The Micky Effect

It's Wednesday my dudes, aaaauuuauauaaauuaAAHAHHDUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
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"Ready?"

"Bitch. I was born ready."

I gave Charity an approving look and then she was off, sexily weaving her way through the bodies to get to a clear spot on the dance floor.

I took one step forward, and then my phone started buzzing in my sequined handbag. I slipped it out, doing a little bouncy, sway-ee dance so I didn't look stupid just standing there. I rolled my eyes, "You've gotta be kidding me."

Jaymie peaked over my shoulder, ruffling her natural curls, she decided to let them breathe tonight. "What's he calling for? It's Saturday."

I groaned, sliding my thumb across the screen to answer. "No days off," I grumbled before forcing pleasantness into my voice. "Micky! How can I help you-"

"-Meet me at the address I texted. See you in ten." He said in all seriousness.

I frowned, "Um, I'm busy... fuck you." I cursed at the dial tone before locking my phone and turning to Jaymie. "Girl, I gotta go."

"What?" She exclaimed, "Why? We were supposed to turn up tonight and celebrate our singleness!" When she said celebrate she did this intense hip swivel, nearly knocking over a group of skinny model types in impressively tall heels.

I gave them a nod in apology, grabbing onto Jay's arm. "Wo there, save that for the dance floor. I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise." I gave her arm a squeeze before heading out, not bothering to tell Charity because she'd just get mad and I didn't want to ruin her night.

It took me ten minutes to get to the place, an expensive looking apartment building with valet. I took a ticket, making a mental note to have him reimburse me. Micky hadn't been blowing me up about but being late but he also didn't tell me what level he lived on.

Thankfully, when I walked in, the man behind the desk had been expecting me and sent me on up. It took me fifteen minutes, but I did make it to his door, I knocked twice and waited patiently.

"About time, I've been waiting for your ass." Micky said in greeting, pulling open the door in sweats and an open button up.

I was confused, it must've been written across my face too cause he laughed.

"I was chillin shirtless than realized I should probably cover up," The wink he added at the end was so cheesy, it shouldn't have work... it really shouldn't have.

I looked up, "It's whatever, what can I do for you?"

A slow smirk that spoke of trouble spread across his lips, his eyes sitting low as he began looking over me. "Shit, you look good, Lori. Come on in," His voice held a tone that was anything but professional, it had me pausing in the threshold.

I almost forgot I was wearing this skimpy ass dress. Tonight was supposed to be a girls night, we were gonna look like hoes and dance and drink and go home with each other. Instead, I'm stuck here with sexy ass Micky... sexy?

Don't be a full, Loraine. Micky is charming, that's it, remember what Charity said? Charm gets you nothing but hurt feelings, stay strong sis. Get in, get out, head back to the club.

I clutched my bag, giving Micky a quick smile before fully walking into his place, my resolve as solid as it could ever be on such short notice.

"So what happened? An investor fell through?"

"Not that I know of, have you heard about something?" Micky asked from somewhere behind me, I was making my way towards the middle of the place, it was an opened planned apartment with a simplistic theme.