“Oh yessss, daddy,” his companion moaned.
Tyler’s mouth watered. She was having one of the worst days of her adult life, and instead of trying to find her, Dex was in the studio getting his rocks off. Tyler’s feet moved toward the sounds while her brain urged her to stop. She couldn’t handle Dex’s bullshit right now, but she couldn’t walk away. Reaching for the door, Tyler watched as her cousin bounced up and down on her man’s dick. They were ass naked in the middle of the floor fucking like porn stars. She watched them feverishly suck each other’s tongues like long-lost lovers. They were fucking like they had been doing it for a while.
“Ah, I love this pussy.” Dex smacked Bobbi’s ass while confessing his love for her. “I love the way you ride this dick.”
“I know you do, daddy,” Bobbi moaned. “Tell me I ride it better than her.”
“Shitttt,” he moaned, slapping her ass.
“Say it,” Bobbi begged.
“Does she ride it better than me?” Tyler found her voice, startling their fuck fest.
“Oh shit!” Dex pushed Bobbi off him, exposing his uncovered dick. “Baby-”
“Cousin,” Bobbi pleaded, gathering her clothing.
Tyler didn’t know when it happened, but she guessed it was somewhere between Dex trying to explain himself with her cousin’s pussy on his breath, or her cousin stepping into the custom Christian Louboutins Shane bought her, but shesnapped. Cocking back, Tyler swung her purse, clocking Dex in the face with the gold hardware.
“Ty no!” Bobbi covered her mouth as blood gushed from Dexter’s eye. Her pleas went ignored, but Tyler had completely checked out.
Whap whap whap!
“You a nasty ass nigga!”
Whap!
Tyler beat Dex's ass all around the booth with her Birkin. He tried to fight her back, but the blood blinded him, causing him to trip over his own pants and fall to the ground.
“Ahhh,” he groaned as Tyler kicked him in the stomach.
“Nasty. Broke. Ass. Nigga.” She chastised him, bringing the purse down with every word. Out of the corner of her eye, Tyler saw Bobbi run out of the booth, screaming for help. “Bitch ass nigga!” Tyler hit Dex one more time before she ran after her hoe ass cousin.
Bobbi made it to the front of the building when she felt the Birkin smacking her in the back of the head. Tripping, she fell forward and Tyler pounced on her.
“Out of all the niggas-
Whap!
“You had to fuck my nigga!”
Whap!
“In my fucking shoes!”
Whap!
“Oh my god, please Tyler,” Brenda begged.
By now, everyone was out of their studio sessions watching the show. Dex scrambled down the hall with blood dripping down his face.
“Ty chill,” he pleaded, lifting her off Bobbi, who was holding her stomach. “She’s pregnant.”
Chapter Twelve
One month later
Logic thought trapping was tiring, but revamping his life to be a music artist was by far worse. His studio sessions lasted well into the wee hours of the morning, and he had back-to-back shows at small venues around the city. The days were starting to blend, and whenever he had downtime, Logic buried himself in the bed. To his surprise, Scottie came through in a major way. She kept an eye on the troops, cooked, cleaned, and provided him with a warm mouth at the end of the night. Logic didn’t even have to ask her if she was coming back because in the middle of the first week, Scottie walked into the apartment with a duffel bag, and he gave her a key. He hated to think he was stringing her along, but he didn’t ask her to be there; she chose to, and for the time being, it worked.
