“That’s fucked up, I thought you were my manager.”
“Yea, well you need to have something to be managed, and from where I'm standing, you’re assed out too.” She pulled off, leaving him standing on the curb.
Like Darryl, Carla had Dexter fucked up, but he always had a plan B and C. Pulling out his phone, Dexter pressed the last number he dialed and waited for the phone to ring.
“Hey, I was waiting on you to call,” the feminine voice answered.
“My fault, but I need to holler at you for a minute. My car down, so I’m going to Uber to you.”
“Does this visit come with dick?”
“Don’t it always?” Dexter smirked, eyeing Bobbi’s car pulling into the parking lot. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He ended the call.
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Jailbird, what time can you come out to play?
Tyler stared at the text from Logic while chewing on her lip. He had sent it over an hour ago and she was still struggling to reply. Logic was cool as fuck and she enjoyed being around him, but Tyler couldn’t help but think she was digging herself into a deeper hole. The world was just starting to forget about her, and she knew if she popped up with Logic, the rumors would start all over again.
“Just do it,” she mumbled, hyping herself up to text him back.
Haha I guess you’re not only a rapper, but a comedian too.
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Damn, thank God I didn’t need a ride or something. When I make you mine, you better text back in three seconds.
Blushing at his text, Tyler sent him the rolling eye emoji.
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Where you at? Let me come scoop you.
Tyler read the text and smiled before replying.
Scoop me and take me where?
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My crib.
“Aht aht, see, this is why I don’t hire people I know.” Shane snapped his fingers. “No texting on the job.”
“Shut up.” Tyler tossed a bundle of hair at him. “The fact that you got me in this hot ass warehouse packing hair is crazy. I agreed to be a silent investor, not a worker.”
A few years ago, when Shane expressed to Tyler that he wanted to open a warehouse in the city where he could treat the hair, bundle it himself, and package it, she was all for it. All of the paperwork went under Shane’s name, and Tyler didn’t tell Dexter or Carla about her investment. Shane didn’t want their hands or names anywhere near his business. He kept Tyler’s profits in an account under his name, and now that everything hit the fan, Tyler was happy they handled things the way they did. When Shane reminded her that she still had a stash, Tyler wanted to kiss his face.
“Bitch, you unemployed, and unless you want to be frying chicken at KFC, then I'd keep wrapping and stuffing.”
“It ain’t like you paying me.”
“Sure not.” Shane twisted his lips. “That’s what best friends are for, plus you owe me for the Spoons and Swoons incident.”
“Blame Aria for that shit. I still can’t walk past a tree without wanting to knock the leaves off of it.”
“Just slow.” Shane shook his head. “Who you texting anyway?”
