Chapter 1
If it were up to me I would have preferred a nice bubble bath and a sweet nap wrapped in my husband's arms after a long flight from South Africa but nothing beats a night with my girls.
I have been on a music tour around Africa for two months and there is no sweet feeling like been back home. Being back to my husband and girls.
I arrived at the exclusive bar for the kinds of me located within the vicinity of the West Ham hotel around ten. I walked into the lobby which was filled with modern and elegant furnishings excited that I can have a night with my girls with no one pestering me for an autograph or a selfie. It gets on my nerves at times especially when I want to spend time away from the limelight.
Immediately I spotted my girls who were seating at a corner enjoying their drinks.
As soon as they saw me, the four of us became excited and euphoric.
"You look amazing."Vivian complimented. I had worn a brown slinky bodycon dress with a ruched bodice detailing and a Bardot neckline with black strappy heels.
"Looking good is my weakness..."
After all of us hugged each other, we settled happily on the soft padded couch.
"You look tired babe,"Tamara commented.
"Music tour is no joke."I peeled the black leather jacket I was wearing from my skin and placed it behind me.
"Things haven't been the same without you..."Tamara added.
"I am glad my absence was felt.."I beamed.
"So what did you bring me from all over Africa???"Amyra asked,resting her head on my shoulder.
"A lot of goodies. You know I always got you my girls.."I smiled,squeezing Amyra's hand.
I looked across the marble table to notice Vivian sulking. What happened now???I hope it's not about Victor.
Too many times I wanted to bump her head on the wall to show her Victor was a certified Asshole but she ended up knowing the hard way.
"What's wrong baby girl????"I asked.
"I miss him so much. I know I shouldn't but I do..."She stated pitifully.
"You know he isn't worth it." I reminded her with a raised eyebrow.
"No everyone is like you. You have an amazing career and a rich handsome husband who loves you dearly. some of us are not that lucky..."She replied dryly
"I had warned you before about Victor but you wouldn't listen..."I said in a low whisper.
"I know I was stupid for not listening. You don't have to keep pointing it out on me again.."She rolled her eyes and looked the down at her fingers.
I sank back in the couch and began drinking my Margarita. I was so tired and the last thing I wanted was arguing with Vivian.
For a while, the atmosphere was tense before Amyra broke the silence.
"Eve you should check my restrauant out. My baby is so beautiful." Amyra beamed.
"I can't wait to try the dishes. I am sorry I couldn't make it to the opening..."
"It's okay. It's not like you didn't want to be there, you were on your music tour..." She intertwined our fingers,"I am glad you are back. I had missed you.."
"Me too dear. So Tammy????" I called out to Tamara who was busy on her phone.
"Yes Eve???Do you want something????"
"I saw your latest investigative report on YouTube,girl I am never eating meat again..."I chuckled.
"I threw mine in the trash."Tamara added.
"My customers didn't order meat like for a week. I was starting to worry all that meat would go to waste..." Amyra retorted.
"How can they be so cruel????I know they don't want the meat to go bad but are there no better ways to preserve meat???" I said in disgust.
"Welcome to Nairobi, where people always want the easy way out..."Tamara shrugged, sipping her wine gracefully.
"We are like really fu....."
"I am sorry Eve that I was rude earlier,"Vivian cut me off.
"It's okay, I understand you are hurting..."
"But that doesn't justify. You warned me about that jerk and I didn't listen to you. I guess I deserved him cheating...."
"You didn't deserve that Viv.No woman deserves to be cheated on. If he didn't want you no more, he would have just left..." I stated angrily.
"Men ain't shit. Look at you crying over that jerk who perhaps right now is wrapped in that Lucy's arms..."Tamara added.
"Really???"Amyra rolled her eyes on Tamara for being extremely brutal.
"Sorry she is still weak for the truth..." Tamara covered her mouth with her hand.
"Just stop talking Tammie..."I suggested.
"Okay..."She lifted her hands in surrender.
"I don't know how to do it,"Tears dripped from Vivian's eyes,"I wanna be okay but am dying inside. I can't just act like we haven't dated four years. I thought he was the one..."
"You know what why don't we go to the bar and have some fun. Let's not focus on anything else but having fun..." I wiggled my eyebrows in excitement and both Amyra and Tamara nodded in agreement.
As we walked into the bar,a loud deafening music greeted us. I could smell the combination of Liquor,cigarettes, leather and perfume.
"Let's get the party started..."Amyra screamed over the loud music pulling me to the bar counter.
"Let's see who can have the most tequila shots..."Amyra threw me a 'I challenge you' look and I knew it was game on.
We danced while drinking,letting the night flow away. After feeling we couldn't do it no more, we went back to the lobby.
"I think I am getting old, my feet are in pain..."Amyra cried out.
"Maybe it's time you realize you need the gym..." Tamara pointed out,fanning her face with her hand.
"Are you calling me fat???"
"No but if you don't watch out you will be soon. You starting to have flabby arms and a belly pot..."Tamara spoke out.
"Is it true Eve and Viv???"Amyra sent us a deadly glare warning us to watch what we say next.
"You don't look bad but you can look better..." I confessed.
"Do you agree with them Viv????" She asked in a bored tone.
"I shall not deny or confirm. Guys lets us order some Margaritas on me..." Vivian beamed.
"I think you have had enough Viv..."I said in a commanding tone.
"Too bad I don't care,"She giggled.
"Okay,knock yourself out. And personally I am not tolerating any bullshit tonight..."
"Tammie and Amy are here. I don't need you..."
"Watch what you say girl, I am not tolerating any bullshit tonight too..."Tamara spat out.
"Fine bitches sort yourselves out. I am a grown ass woman I can take care of myself..."
"Since when have you realized you are a grown ass woman???Few seconds ago..." Amyra sighed.
"Are you calling me immature????"Vivian almost shouted at her.
"You said it not me honey..."Amyra whispered and pulled some wipes from her purse,"I feel like my body is on fire.We should order one more round of Margaritas..."
"Okay..."Tamara and I said in unison.
Amyra had just called onto the waiter when the main door suddenly opened. My jaw dropped open when I saw who it was.
It was Lucy, Victor's new girlfriend. The three of us turned to look at Vivian as if we had been programmed whose eyes were glossy with tears.
I just hoped and prayed she wouldn't cause a scene since she gets chaotic when drunk but my prayers weren't answered.
There she was blocking Lucy's way so close to her like she wanted to kiss her.
"What know desperate bitch?????"
"How dare you boyfriend snatcher!!!!" Vivian whipped her hand across Lucy's face,smacking it across her cheek.
I just knew it. Vivian has to embarrass herself whenever she is drunk.
I turned my face to look at both Tamara and Amyra who shook their heads in disappointment.
Lucy sneered while wiping the blood from her cheek,"You will pay for this!!!" She charged towards Vivian and knocked both of them onto the floor.
Half of the crowd was chanting,"Fight!!!" while the rest was taking videos. For a second I felt like running out of there. I was a big deal and I hated petty little drama. More so I didn't want my wig pulled out from my hair.
"Eve let's do something..."Amyra whispered to me.
"I am not standing from this couch, this is too awful for my image..."
"Fine..." Amyra ran and hovered over Lucy trying to pull her off Vivian while Lucy gets a few marks in.
"Bitch!!!!"
"Slut!!!"
"Whore!!!!"
Finally after a long struggle, Amyra managed to pull her off and Lucy screams wiggling her tall legs to hit Vivian on the floor.
Once Vivian got back up,she charged towards Lucy and pulled her hair..The next thing Lucy's wig was flying across the room.
"He is mine.."
"He is mine now!!!!"
"Aren't you going to stop the fight????"I asked Tamara.
"Do you want another glass of Margarita dear???"
"Yes please..."
We chuckled and looked over to Amyra whose face was red in rage.If looks could kill, we could have been dead by now.
After the waiter brought us two glasses on Margaritas, Tamara went ahead to show me photos of her new crush on Instagram ignoring the fight Infront of us.
"He is so hot..." I commented.
" He is a private investigator...."
"W....." Before I could comment on his biceps, we heard Amyra howling in pain.
We lifted our eyes only to see her groaning in pain on the floor. Instinctively we ran to help her up.
"Bitches can't even help????"
"We were serious about not getting involved in any bullshit today..."Tamara shrugged her shoulders...
Vivian and Lucy were still rolling each other on the floor when the security guards finally arrived. Where have they been???It has been like forever.
The security guards towered over them,yanked them by the arm and shoved them towards the entrance.
Just great, this is the third club she has been kicked out.
As good supportive friends, we grabbed our stuffs and followed them outside where they were still slurring insults on each other.
There were scratches on Lucy's face and a busted lip while Vivian had bruises on her neck and shoulders. Too bad she was wearing a black off shoulder bodycon dress.
"Ladies,that's enough. You have embraced yourselves enough..." I yelled.
"Stay out of this..."They both shouted in unison..
"My driver is here to pick us up since none of us is in their right state of mind. So Viv are you coming or should he come for you later after you are done fighting over a man????"I asked with a straight face.
"Let's go, this girl isn't worth you..."Vivian cussed out.
"Say that to the people inside there who have taken a video of you acting desperate and needy..."Tamara snarled,sliding into the car.
"We will talk about this in the morning. Get in the car..."I ordered and held the door for Amyra and Vivian.
