Until my headphones are snatched off my head, and I’m greeted by the object of my desires and despair.
He brings the headphones to his ear and smirks, much to my utter humiliation, and goes to turn the lights up as I move to a sitting position.
“You don’t have to listen to my songs if you miss me, Mace. I’m here now.”
I scoff, standing up. I know my face is balled up, by how contorted it feels. “Get out of my room.”
Shaddy just licks his lips and starts sauntering to me. “Why you being like that, Mace?”
I hold my hand out so he stays three feet from me. “I’m not one of these bitches you used to that will go for the okey doke just because you got bomb head and the dick to match. You ate meup then left Paradise with Sahara like I wouldn’t know. But mad my godbrother is eating my food.”
He wraps one hand around my wrist, lifting it off his broad chest before interlinking his fingers with mine. He hoods his eyes, tryna use that game he got from his daddy on me. I’ll admit, my knees did a lil wiggle. A tiny one.
“Me and Sahara not like that–”
“To be honest I really don’t give a fuck.”
Shad pulls those full lips of his into his mouth so I pull my hand back to my person.
“Yeah, you wild as fuck. Never thought you’d be ain’t shit like the rest but I mean, youarea musician. Silly me. You can close my door on the way out.”
He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Like that?”
“Just like that.” I fold my arms and buck my eyes.
He combs his bottom lip and nods. “Fasho. I’m taking Sadé with me to the studio for the night, give you and Ms. Sheryl a break. I already packed her bag and a few bottles.”
“Don’t have my baby around no fucking groupies, nigga.”
Suddenly I’m pulled into his hard, sexy ass body. He crooks his finger on my chin to tilt my head.
“What I tell you about disrespecting me just ‘cause you mad? I’d never haveourbaby around no bitches. And I already told them to clear out all groupies, weed, and drank, because my daughter finna be there. I may not be shit but I’m also not dumb, shorty.”
I don’t let myself feel anything, and when he leans in I turn my head so he kisses my temple.
He lets me go. “Enjoy your night off, Mace.”
Right before he hits the door my phone starts vibrating. This nigga chuckles, and I hold in my groan into he finally leaves.
When my phone vibrates again, I almost chuck it out the window, until I see that it’s Wyn.
“Wassup, girlie?” I ask when I answer her call.
“I got an appearance at this new club downtown. Supposed to be lit, and not affiliated with Foe Dub at all. You down? Autumn, Brina, and Dal already said they’d come. Y’all can get ready at my new crib. Annnnd, PC is stopping by, too.”
My grin spreads on my face like I’m the grinch. And I’m kid-free? It’s written in the stars.
“Hell yeah I’m down. Tell my future ex-husband I’ll see him soon.”
Wynter’s apartment is decked out just like a true bachelorette pad. Modern, sleek, with white fur rugs in every room, even the bathroom.
We’re in her bedroom now, listening to older songs while she finishes her makeup.
Autumn twirls leisurely around the stripper pole in here. She looks funny in only flesh toned nipple pasties and her dark mini skirt, like she really is working for her money.
“Sometimes I wish I moved down south to dance. I know I would have touched seven figures by now.” She grips the pole harder to leap on it, swinging down low until her feet touch the ground again.
“Then Turkey would have just followed you down there,” Wynter remarks as she expertly covers the last of her freckles.
