Chapter Two #4
“Hey Dex,” Bobbi seductively waved as he approached their table. Bobbi’s friends started pushing up their breasts and raking their fingers through their hair. Dexter was known to travel with a gang of niggas, and they wanted parts.
“Sup B.” Dexter gave her a quick hug. “What you doing here tonight?” He stepped back, putting space between them.
“I heard Oakwood was in the building and you know I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to party with yall,” Bobbi gloated, reaching out to touch his chest. “We got a section and been partying all night.”
“I feel that.” Dexter nodded before peering over at Tyler.
He had been trying to get her attention all night, but Tyler ignored his advances.
He had even gone as far as trying to call her on stage, but she gave him the thumbs up, letting him know she was good.
The entire time he rapped, Tyler stood there not in the least bit interested.
She didn’t bob her head or nothing. He almost thought something was wrong with her, but there she sat rocking in her seat to Drake. “Who’s your girl?”
“Who?” Bobbi glanced behind her.
“Baby girl with the long braids.”
Following his gaze, Bobbi frowned when her eyes landed on Tyler.
She was sitting there rocking from side to side with a cup glued to her hand.
Her eyes danced around the club, oblivious to the fact that she was the center of attention.
Mentally, Tyler wasn’t in the club. She was somewhere on a stage singing her heart out while a crowd chanted her name.
“My little cousin,” Bobbi emphasized the word little as she patted the top of Tyler’s head. “She’s a little too young for you.”
“Bitch don’t play with me.” Tyler knocked her hand away. It didn’t matter that Bobbi was five years her senior, she wasn’t the type to let anyone lil dog her. Cousin or not.
“But you are,” Bobbi squinted. “Anyway, what’s up with you? I’ve reached out a couple of times.” She turned back to Dexter.
“I’m a busy man, shorty, but let me holla at your cousin real quick.”
“She’s sixteen,” Bobbi blurted out, causing Tyler to snicker.
She was used to the shade her cousin casually tossed around.
Bobbi hated for anyone to get more attention than her, and whenever she brought Tyler around, that’s exactly what happened.
It didn’t take much for Tyler to be noticed.
If it wasn’t her contagious laugh, it was her mean mug.
People were always in her face, telling her to smile, and Bobbi would make a snide remark while bringing the attention back to her.
“What’s your name, lil cuz?” Dexter asked, focusing his eyes on the cutie with a baby face.
He wasn’t too concerned with her age. Sure, she was on the younger side, but she was the prettiest girl in the club.
There were a lot of fine women in the club vying for his attention, but none of them stood out like her.
Tyler wore a plain black t-shirt knotted in the back, ripped jeans, and two long braids that fell over her shoulders.
She looked innocent, but he watched her take shots of liquor like a grown man.
“Your name?” Dexter repeated.
“Tyler,” she answered.
“You enjoy the show?”
“Not really, this not my style of music.”
“You don’t like rap?”
“I like rap, just not this street, kill a nigga if he looking too hard rap,” Tyler said matter-of-factly.
“Ah ok, you just don’t like my rapping.”
“Hmm, until today I’ve never heard of you.”
“Damn,” Dexter nodded. His ego wouldn’t allow him to believe that she didn’t know who he was. Like most women he encountered, Dexter chose to believe she was playing hard to get.
“Cousin, don’t be rude.” Bobbi nudged her. “Dex, you know you’re the shit, she doesn’t have good taste.”
“Nah, it’s cool. I like her honesty.” Dexter licked his lips, knowing that if she were anybody else, he would have dogged her out. “Yall wanna come back to my section?”
“Hell yea!” Bobbi snatched up their bottle of Tito’s without waiting to see what Tyler was going to say. It was a no-brainer to her. You didn’t turn a nigga like Dexter down. “Oh, and my cousin can sing, yall might can do a song together.”
“You sing?” Dexter’s eyes lit up.
“A little,” Tyler replied.
“Then you gotta come talk to me, baby girl. We have something in common. I’ll get yall another bottle and we can vibe.” He extended his hand. “Cool?”
Even if she wanted to say no, Bobbi was behind him nodding her head yes.
“Ok, cool,” Tyler accepted his hand.
“I thought I was about to have to beg for a little of your time.” Dexter flashed her a smile.
“You don’t strike me as the type to beg.”
“You got it all wrong, I’m a begging ass nigga if it’s for something I want.”
“And what do you want?” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“I want you,” Dexter answered honestly. “I want to go over there and talk with you, vibe, drink, and in the morning, I want to take you to get breakfast.”
“Fine, but breakfast doesn’t come with booty,” Tyler smirked, tapping the tip of his nose before walking off.
“Remember what I said that morning at breakfast?” Dexter asked, stepping between Tyler’s legs, bringing her back from the memory that vividly played in her mind. “I told you I was going to make you a star,” he said, kissing her lips.
“Yea, you said that and then proceeded to make me fall in love with your dog ass.” Tyler mushed him in the forehead. “Get out, I’m trying to take a shower.”
“Aight, I’ll give you some space, but we a team, Ty baby, don’t do me like that.”
“Yea, right, a team.” She closed the door in his face.
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Logic leaned against the wall, watching intensely as Duce fiddled with the soundboard. Something was missing and neither of them could put their finger on it. While Al was smoking and drinking, waiting for Duce to find whatever was missing, Logic was standing directly over his shoulder.
“Aye, sit the fuck down,” Al jested. “Why you standing all on this man's back? Go get a plate.”
“I’m not eating shit out of this bitch. Pearl in here frying chicken, braiding hair, drinking, and throwing ass. That shit burnt and half-done at the same time, make it make sense.”
“Fuck you, Lo!” Pearl yelled out from the living room. “I had the fire too high. Eat some of the chicken in the microwave. It’s better.”
“How the fuck you gone offer this nigga my food?” Duce peered up from his laptop. “I bought the shit.”
“Boy, fuck you. Go get that stripper bitch to make you a plate. I’ll fuck around and soak your chicken in bleach before I fry it. Have yo ass foaming at the mouth.”
“Period, sister,” Pearl’s sister, Diamond, instigated. “Clock all that nigga tea and Lo, the chicken not that bad.”
“I’m good, love,” Logic assured her before turning his attention back to Duce. “Turn up the bass and lower the percussions on the intro and slow the beat down.”
Doing as instructed, Duce made the adjustments and his eyes lit up.
Logic was right, and from the grin on his face, he knew it.
Recognizing the fire in his best friend's eyes, Al bopped over to them with a blunt hanging from his mouth.
He took a puff and handed it to Logic so he could pull his phone out.
“Oh, I like this beat.” Pearl dropped the braid she was working on and started twerking. “Gimme something to bounce to Lo,” she requested.
“I got you.” Logic puffed the blunt before placing the headphones over his head. “Turn me up,” he spoke into the mic.
“I love a turn me up ass nigga,” Diamond swooned, joining in on her sister's twerk session.
“These hoes,” Duce snorted, but kept his eyes on Pearl’s ass.
The way her big booty ate up the thin leggings should’ve been a crime.
If it had been anybody else in their home, Duce would’ve made her change.
He trusted Al and Logic with his life, so having them around his girl wasn’t a problem.
Even when her ass was hanging out or her big titties were on display, they looked away and tried not to stare too hard.
Duce appreciated them for that because Pearl was a straight east sider.
Whether it was fighting or twerking, she was going to show her ass.
“Love me a twerking ass chick, dropping pussy on the flo,’ but can you pop it on a dick? Huh. Don’t want no shy ass bitch, gimme a gutter, chicken fryin,’ hustlin’ out the kitchen ass chick,” Logic rapped, winking at Pearl.
“We love them ratchet ass D girls, don’t want no Keishas and Nikkis, I want the Diamonds and Pearls.”
“Ayeee!” Pearl twerked harder while wagging her tongue.
“Aight, aight”. Duce jumped up from his seat when he caught sight of her pussy print from the back. “Go back in there and do her bald ass head. We workin’.”
“Let me find out you mad Lo can rap me out these drawls,” Pearl teased.
“Keep playing with me and I’ll knock yo head between that burnt ass grease on the stove and the pile of pink weave.”
“I’mma let this crying ass nigga keep you, Pearl, but if he starts acting up, I’mma snatch you with the quickness,” Logic joked.
“Oh my god, please act up. Please,” Pearl begged. “Let a real nigga cuff me.”
“Get the fuck outta here,” Duce gritted.
“Fine, only cause I gotta finish this girl hair. Don't think you running shit. Later Lo,” she flirted, heading back into the living room.
“Later, P.” Logic chuckled. “Gimme the beat back, I’m ready.”
“Aight, and I’m charging you double since you wanna flirt with my girl all in my face.”
“Nigga don’t nobody want Pearl bipolar ass but you.” Al frowned. “Now, Diamond, I’d stand up in that pussy all night. Shorty got ass for days, ya hear me.”
“She do gotta a nice ass,” Duce agreed.
“And that’s why Pearl be going in your shit.” Logic shook his head. “Drop the beat nigga, I don’t have all night.”
“Fuck outta here, you only flow when this nigga around.” Duce nodded toward Al.