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that.”
    “Baby, Rich always mean what he say.” He walked away without another word.
    “Richhh!” Danella screamed over the music in the club and slammed her champagne glass on the floor.
    Rich turned around, spotting the crowd of people gathering to watch Danella's antics.
    “Who the fuck do you think you are!” she yelled, storming toward Rich.
    After a few steps, a bouncer snatched her. Her legs were swinging wildly, as the huge bouncer picked her off her feet with one arm while she screamed every curse word imaginable. The bouncer, who had known Rich for years, turned to him and said, “What do you want me to do with her?”
    “I think she's had too much to drink and she's ready to go home.”
    The bouncer nodded at Rich, then carried Danella off toward the front door.
    Rich noticed the looks in the eyes of the people who crowded the scene. Some foreign eyes projected disgust for Rich. Familiar eyes displayed astonishment. Rich assumed these people, who knew his status, expected more of a man with such a smooth demeanor and reputation that prevented people from challenging him. Rich now questioned whether Danella had left a chink in his armor. Although he had not overreacted to the situation, people were aware that he had a situation. That in itself was a problem for a discrete man who had mastered the art of keeping his personal life private. Danella's status as a famous model increased the probability of Rich's problem being publicized. This shit ain't good. I can't have no freaks playin' me in public.
    Rich neared the VIP area, surprised to see the women from Candy's Shop. While he watched Leah filling glasses with champagne, he recalled that days earlier in the shop he had heard Leah mention that she was treating the women to a ladies’ night out. The women were seated with Chase and Free on a large U-shaped couch that surrounded a table. Rich gazed at Candy. Perfectly good piece of pussy going to waste. She was sitting beside Vanessa. But she always stood out, because she was tall. Even in the dim VIP lounge, her long yellow legs seemed to light up the area.
    “What's up, Rich?” the VIP bouncer asked.
    “My stock, hopefully.” Rich gave the short Dominican man in front of him a pound. Rich flashed his VIP pass. The man removed the velvet rope, allowing Rich admittance to the large area.
    He walked toward Vanessa, who was seated closest to him. He adjusted his tie, a little nervous that his bathroom fling minutes earlier may be visible from his disorderly clothes.
    “Hi, Rich,” Vanessa greeted him with a smile.
    “Can you please stand up for a second?” Rich gently
    grabbed her hand, helping her up. “Umph, umph, umph. You looked so good sitting down, I just needed to see you in totality.”
    Vanessa giggled. “Thank you.”
    “No, thank you.” Rich kissed her hand and then sat her down. He greeted everyone else, before sitting next to Vanessa. He placed the bucket of ice and champagne on the table, before filling an empty glass.
    “Yo, Rich, how was that?” Chase asked with a smirk, obviously referring to Rich's fling with the woman.
    “Yeah, what's up?” Free added.
    “In and out,” Rich responded. “Just an appetizer. I'm waiting on the main course.” He nodded discretely toward Vanessa, who was talking to Candy.
    “I hear you.” Chase flashed a smile.
    Rich grabbed a bottle of champagne and turned to Vanessa and Candy and then offered them some. Candy grabbed a flute and Rich filled her glass. “How 'bout you, Vanessa?”
    She smiled. “No thank you.”
    “You sure?”
    “I don't drink.”
    “Oh, excuse me. Didn't mean to infringe,” Rich said.
    “Not a problem.”
    As Free sparked up a conversation with Candy, Rich made his move on Vanessa. “You mind if I inquire why you don't drink?”
    Vanessa told Rich about the health problems that plagued her family, including her mother's death. She mentioned her vegan diet and interest in nutrition. She said she also tried to live