Gossip, jealousy, and a $26K gown—Mila and Mega are about to turn the white party into a battlefield.
“You going to the white party tonight?”
“You know it! I’m trying to catch one of those fine ass men that be jigging around in there.”
“Right! Mega gonna be there, with his fine ass. Mm!”
“That boy know he fine too! Don’t make no damn sense.”
“Listen, I be hitting him up all the time, and the nigga never bites. Like, what the fuck?”
“Bitch, he probably got a girlfriend. What you mean?”
“He don’t. I asked.”
“Well, maybe you’re not his type.”
Listening to the girls in the break room talk about Mega made Mila cringe. Especially when she heard the part about him not having a girlfriend. It was true, but still. She felt like he could’ve at least said he was dating someone so that she knew she stood a chance.
“Mila,” one girl called over to her, “You going to the white party tonight, girl?”
“What’s up?” She removed her AirPod, pretending like she didn’t hear a word of their conversation.
“You going to the white party tonight?”
“Yeah, I got a lil invite.” She playfully blushed. “Y’all going?”
“Yup. Maybe we’ll run into each other.”
“Maybe.”
Mila smiled on the inside, knowing she was going with the man both of them wanted but couldn’t have. And just like that, she forgot all about making Mega decide what they were doing as far as a relationship.
She wanted to text him about the breakroom groupies to smooth things over but told herself to wait for him to reach out first. And if he didn’t say anything to her by the end of her shift, she decided she would go to the ball with someone else.
“I’m here to pick up a tux.”
“Name?” The woman at the register sassed like her customer couldn’t afford to shop at her store.
“Mega.”
While the woman rummaged through the pickup closet, Mega checked his phone. He was expecting to see messages from Mila cursing him out, but there were none. From her, at least.
He did have a few from a girl he chit-chatted with in the past, wanting to know if he was showing up for the party that night. He almost replied. But, in the end, he decided against it.
He figured if it was meant for them to run into each other at the party, then they would run into each other when it was time to. Other than that, he really didn’t want to get caught up in the past.
“All white Brioni?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“Wow,” she said as if he couldn’t afford it. “Total comes to $6,678.97. Will that be credit?”
Mega gave her a demeaning look and slammed a wad of cash down on the counter. He hated when people acted as if he couldn’t afford to shop at high-end stores and boutiques.
Especially since half the cashiers who passed judgment against him didn’t make the kind of money he made in their entire lifetime.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, I….”
“It’s cool,” he cut her off while counting out his total. “Box that up for me so I can get out of here.”
If they were anywhere else, he would’ve told her where to go and how to get there. But he was in a part of town where he knew how the whites played their cards. They would start some shit with you and then have you locked up for dishing it back to them. And that was a game Mega didn’t have time to play.
“Here you are, sir. Thanks for shopping with us. Come back anytime.”
Without a word, Mega grabbed the white box sporting a red bowtie and walked toward the exit.
He made a mental note to call and complain about the cashier after the party. Even though he knew it wouldn’t make a difference, it was a deed that needed to be done.
“Sir!” the cashier called out just before he made his exit.
“Yeah?” He stopped at the door, already knowing what she wanted.
“I see we have your name down for another order. The white ballroom gown? The Marchesa?”
A $26,000 gown. One that the cashier would have gotten a lovely commission off of, had she not prejudged a man who had enough money to buy everything in the store.
“Yeah,” he spoke without turning around. “Keep it. If you can afford to.”
And just like that, he left the store with no intention of ever going back. Being a man who was big on respect, if you disrespected him, he disrespected you. There was no in-between.In some cases, people even got killed for disrespecting him.
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