Chapter Twenty-One #2
“He put the head in, stroked a couple of times, and pulled out,” Tyler explained. “The battery on the ankle thingy started blinking, and you know when it starts blinking, I have thirty minutes to make it to the charger. I’m not trying to sit in a jail cell, so I had him take my horny ass home.”
“I know Thugger was hot.”
“He was,” Aria recalled the story Tyler told her when she got home. They were on the phone for hours laughing at Logic’s expense. “She said he tried to pull the car over and eat her pussy under the bypass.”
“I know that’s right.” Shane twisted his lips. “When do you get that thing off anyway?”
“I have court next week and lord, I hope they take it off,” Tyler prayed.
While she was more than ready for the tether to come off, Tyler didn’t want to see Dexter. From what she heard, he was on Instagram every day talking about how much he hated her. Dexter had even gone as far as telling his female supporters that he’d pay them to run up on her.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, Amber and Bobbi both released the same song.
Her song. A song she gave to Darryl a year ago.
A song he sold to another artist. Tyler knew Dexter found her old notebook, and knowing him, he probably thought he stumbled upon a goldmine.
Little did he know every song in that notebook had been sold.
The only thing they’d get off those songs was copyright lawsuits, and she couldn’t wait for shit to hit the fan.
“Well, hopefully they let you off. We need a vacation and we need to start revamping your life,” Shane said, bringing her back to the conversation at hand. “Have you thought about getting back in the booth?”
“No, I’m fine with the way things are right now,” Tyler revealed. “I know I’m going to need an income, but not being in the spotlight is a luxury I took for granted. I’m still mad that those pictures were uploaded.”
The day after Sage's birthday, Aria started sending Tyler screenshots from social media. After months of hiding out, she was trending. The girls were going crazy, praising her for moving on from Dexter’s scrub ass while grown ass men dogged her out.
They called her an opp for fucking with someone who Dexter considered an enemy.
It didn’t matter that Dexter fucked her cousin, got her pregnant, and was shacking up with a bitch who was signed to her former label.
To the world she was a traitor because they lived in a universe where ain’t shit ass niggas were praised for their fuck ups and women were condemned to hell for having a backbone.
“The pictures and videos I saw were cute,” Shane said. “And you know how I feel about the public. Fuck them.”
“Wait, so you’re never going to sing again?” Aria questioned, not liking the sound of that.
“I don’t know.” Tyler shrugged. “It’s not something I think about.”
“That’s not going to work for me.” Shane shook his head. “Now I’ll give you cool points for getting back out there and dating, but giving up on your career isn’t an option.”
“I’m not dating.” She frowned, ignoring the part about her giving up. Singing didn’t feel the same and Tyler wasn’t a subpar kinda woman. If she couldn’t put her heart into it, then she wasn’t going to do it.
“Bitch, you was in the projects on your knees sucking dick in the shower. You dating,” he stated factually.
“Oop,” Aria laughed. “I mean he does have a point. You was over that man's house being a cum guzzler.”
“Shut up,” Tyler hissed. “That was a one-time thing. I’m not even going there with him again,” she swore. “He can keep lil miss cotton mouth.”
“Oh, then you can tell him that,” Shane said, putting the hot comb down to look at his phone. “He just pulled up.”
“Say swear.” Tyler stood up.
“Calm down, Ms. Deep Throat. I was playing. He’s not outside, but your reaction proves my point. You like him and that’s ok.”
“You should have seen them on the party bus,” Aria snitched. “It was like they were in their own world.”
“You dragging it.” Tyler rolled her eyes.
“Bitch bye, I have pictures.” Aria started, whipping out her phone.
“I know that’s right, friend. Pull out some receipts on her ass,” Shane instigated, moving to Aria’s side to see the pictures.
Tyler didn’t bother getting up because that night was embedded in her brain. If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his hand stroke her thighs as his head rested on her breast.
“Come on now, Thugger!” Shane clapped his hands. “My boy is gripping thighs and ass.”
“He was not!” Tyler denied.
“The proof is in the picture.” Aria held the phone in her face.
Sure as shit, there was a picture of Tyler and Logic at the paintball park hugged up behind a tree. Logic’s hands were planted on Tyler’s ass and her arms were around his neck. It was clear as day that they were making out and Aria caught it all.
“You’re a stalker.” Tyler tried to snatch the phone. “Send me those.”
“For what? I thought you weren’t messing with him like that.” Shane side-eyed her.
“I’m not, my ass just looks fat in them pictures.”
“Girl, you got 50cc of porcelain injected in that bad boy, it’s going to look fat regardless.”
“I hate you,” Tyler snickered. “I don’t have porcelain in my ass nigga.”
“Whatever. I’m just saying.” Shane waved her off.
“Just finish my hair so I can get up. You take thirty hours to do my hair but get everybody else in and out.”
“He does take a long time to do our hair,” Aria agreed.
“First of all, you stiff neck hoes not paying for shit. The wig, the style, or my time. If I want to take ten breaks and a nap, then guess what…I’mma do it.
” Shane rolled his neck. “And Ty baby, I take all day on your peanut shaped head because I be trying to contour the unshaped shit. I’m doing you a favor.
Matter fact, I’m on break.” He cut the hot comb off and marched into the kitchen.
“He get on my nerves,” Tyler giggled. “Pour me a shot since you in there.”
“I’m not pouring your light skin ass shit, and you better hope I finish your bald ass head.”
“Don’t do me like that, friend.”
“Fuck off,” Shane sang out from the kitchen.
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Dexter tossed money in the air as he watched the dancer in front of him play with her pussy through the thin thong she wore.
The thong was too little and every time she popped her hips, one of her lips slipped out, causing Dexter to tip a little more.
As much as he was cashing out on her, she had to know she was coming up off some ass.
It had been months since he had some good pussy and his dick needed something with a lil grip.
“She working that fat ma, huh?” Tilly offered, tossing a few dollars in the air.
“That’s what I’m saying.” Dexter showered the dancer with a few ones and fives. “You ready to get out of here?” he asked, leaning a little closer.
“You gone have to come off a lil more than that.”
“Don’t worry...I got it,” he lied. Dexter had already tipped over $200 and he wasn’t giving her shit else. As far as he was concerned, he paid for the pussy upfront. He wasn’t about to give her his last.
Thanks to Amber, Dexter had a lil money to spare.
Her money from Oakwood was starting to pour in, and Dexter was thrilled.
Amber signed the lease on his new G-wagon, she bought him a new wardrobe and laced his pockets.
When she wasn’t performing at small clubs or at the studio, Amber and Dexter were in the club living it up.
They popped bottles, bought out sections, and at the end of the night, he took her home and fucked her until she passed out.
Dexter and Amber were the ‘it couple,’ and the city was eating it up.
Amber was low maintenance, and for that, Dexter was thankful. All she wanted to do was snap pictures for the Gram, sing, and live her best life. She followed his lead behind the scenes, and she looked at him with stars in her eyes. Amber swore they were having a good time, but she was falling.
Glancing down at his phone, Dexter ignored the call from Bobbi and slipped his phone back into his pocket.
Without the thrill of being caught, fucking with Bobbi wasn’t fun anymore.
She was trying to turn Dexter into a househusband, but he was a hoe at heart.
He didn’t want a family with her, he didn’t want a home with her; hell, Dexter didn’t even see a future with her.
They both depended on other people to provide for them, and since they were broke, there wasn’t shit they could do for one another.
“Oh shit!” the DJ yelled into the mic. “Southwest in this bitch!”
Dexter frowned and lifted his head just in time to see Logic, Al, and Duce walking into the building.
Unlike the other times Dexter saw him, Logic was shining, and it was evident that he was on the come up.
He still wore a cocky ass grin, but this time it was accompanied by a single gold chain that neatly rested on the front of his white polo.
The watch on his wrist peeked modestly from the sleeve of his shirt, and an icy diamond in his ear that made Dexter look away when the light hit it.
“Get these niggas to the VIP section ASAP. I smell money in this muthafucka,” the DJ shouted.
Dexter’s stomach churned with jealousy as he watched the dancers flock to the trio.
They were moving through the club like they owned it.
The crowd parted as if they were really them niggas.
People reached out to give them dap, women smiled in their faces, and the waitress twisted her ass as she led them to the section right across from him.
Logic didn’t look their way, but Al and Duce shot Dexter a knowing smirk.
“What are we drinking tonight, fellas?” the waitress asked with her tablet in her hands.
“You.” Duce grinned.
“Try again, I’m not on the menu, lil daddy.” She winked.
“You calling me little because I’m short? I got my height from my mama,” he explained.
“Nigga, this lady don’t give a fuck about your height,” Al groaned. “Pearl made a post this morning and the shit went viral.”