Chapter Eight #3
“Dexter, you’re tripping. I’ve never talked to that man.”
“But you like his music?” His wild eyes bore holes into her.
“It was just the nice thing to say,” Tyler lied. She loved Bhuda’s music. He reminded her of Domani. His style, his lyrics, his whole vibe.
“Keep playing with me and I’m going to fuck you up. Don’t forget I started all this shit and I can take it.” Dexter kissed her cheek, loosening his grip on her.
“I’m about to get another drink.” She tried to slip from his arms.
“Nah, that’s why Bobbi here. She’s getting paid tonight, tell her to get it.”
“I’m not a fucking maid,” Bobbi snapped, overhearing Dex.
“You getting paid to be what the fuck I say you are. Now, go get my girl a drink,” he snapped.
“Dexter! Watch how you talk to my cousin.” Tyler jerked out of his grasp. “I can go get my own drink.” She started walking away.
“Aye and make sure you come right back and don’t talk to none of these niggas.”
“Where else am I going to go, Dex?”
“Just making sure you know what’s up.”
Instead of replying, Tyler headed to the bar.
She stopped and spoke to a few artists, supporters, and took a couple of pictures before she reached her destination.
Tyler could’ve had one of the many hostesses bring her a drink, but she used the opportunity to get a little fresh air.
Dex was suffocating her, and thanks to him, her left ear was ringing.
The line at the bar was a little too long for her liking, so Tyler turned on her heels to head back to Dexter’s megamouth ass.
She planned to tell him that her stomach was hurting so they could end the night early.
Tyler was over the party scene, and they hadn’t even been there for an hour.
Sucking it up, she made her way back to Dexter but bumped into a man who didn’t flinch when their bodies collided.
“Excuse me.” Tyler tried to step around the large figure blocking her path.
“Nah.” Logic purposely posted in front of her. “I thought I was about to have to snatch you out that nigga arms. You look good, baby girl.” He admired her smoky eyes and glossy lips. “And you’re wearing the fuck outta this outfit. It’s revealing as fuck, but we’ll work on that.
“Why every time I see you, you always talking shit?” Tyler’s hand found her hip.
“Because I think you like it.”
“Eh, I don’t.” She tried to walk around him, but he stepped with her.
“And I said I like your outfit.” Logic licked his lips. “And your toes are pretty as fuck, wiggle them for me.”
“I am not!” Tyler snickered. “Do you always say what’s on your mind?”
“I’m grown as fuck. I don’t see a point in filtering shit.”
“You should.” She peered around him to see Dexter still running his mouth.
“That talkative nigga not thinking about you right now,” Logic snorted. “Plus, you should be happy I saved you,” he added. “I know yo eardrums hurt.”
“Hush,” Tyler laughed. “He’s a lil protective.”
“Protective or controlling?”
“Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Try to read me or my situation.”
“I’m just saying,” Logic stated. “He should be worried though.”
“Dexter doesn’t have anything to worry about.” Tyler shifted on her feet. “I’m faithful and you’re not even my type.”
“Only when you’re drunk, huh?” He took a sip of his watered-down drink.
“I still don’t know why I called you of all people.” She shook her head.
“Probably yo subconscious telling you that I’m a safe space.”
“Ha, you wish. Don’t worry, it won’t happen again.”
“You can drunk call me anytime, baby girl.” Logic nudged her chin.
“It was a one-time thing.” Tyler cleared her throat, glancing back at Dexter. “And like I said, you’re not my type.”
“Fuck you mean I’m not your type... You saying I’m a ugly nigga?”
“Sometimes,” she snickered. “You keep doing this thing with your eyes. Were you cross-eyed as a baby?”
“Fuck outta here,” Logic laughed. “And what thing with my eyes?”
“You know what you’re doing.” Tyler rolled her eyes. “It’s like a smoldering thing. Like The Rock or Drake. Like you're confused between squinting and puckering your lips.”
“Mannnn, fuck outta here,” Logic chortled. “I don’t pucker my fucking lips.”
“I’m serious,” she laughed, enjoying their conversation more than she was supposed to. “Does it usually work on the women you talk to?”
“Is it working on you?” He unknowingly did the eye thing again.
“No,” Tyler denied. “I just told you that you look cockeyed and that shit ain’t cute. Anyway, are you here with Rah?”
“Yea.”
“Oh sweet. Are you getting signed or something? I’ve been hearing rumors about him starting a label.”
“Maybe. If you let me call you, I'll tell you.”
“You think you’re so slick. Didn’t I tell you to delete my number and videos?”
“How you gone tell me to delete your number and you still have mine?”
“I deleted it. Now give me your phone.”
“Nah, you might try to look at my dick pics.”
“I-I wouldn’t,” she stuttered, caught off guard.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Logic shifted the conversation. Talking about his dick would have them both in a fucked-up situation.
“It’s cool. If you’ve been to one industry party, you’ve been to them all.” Tyler shrugged. “What about you, are you enjoying yourself? I'm surprised you're not talking to some of these lil video hoes.”
“It’s straight.” He shrugged. “And these hoes can’t do anything for me.”
“Why is that?”
“Because” Logic stared into her eyes, “I want you.”
“You know that’s never going to happen, right?” Tyler said above a whisper. “And the way you keep trying to push up on me is out of hand, and you have zero respect for my relationship. It’s givin’ problematic.”
“I don’t give a fuck about what you and that nigga got going on.” He stepped forward, closing the space between them. “I want you, and if I was that nigga I’d hide your pretty ass.”
“How would you feel if the roles were reversed, and someone was pressing your girl like this?” Tyler countered, inhaling his intoxicating cologne.
“What would you do if another man was always telling your woman how pretty she was?” She licked her lips, forcing his eyes to follow her tongue as it glided across her glossy lips.
“What if he told you that he could take her from you if he wanted to?”
“Honestly…” Logic rubbed his jawline, not backing down from her glassy stare down. “I’d probably beat his ass, but we already established that your nigga can’t fight, so I’m not worried.” Logic shrugged. “Then again, if you were mine, a nigga wouldn’t be able to be this close to you.”
“You're so cocky it’s sickening,” she teased. “And like I said, Dex has nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t give you the time of day if you were the last man on earth.”
“Is that right?” Logic grinned, running his tongue across his teeth. “You’ve already given me fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure you like it here.”
“And how do you figure that?”
“Because your nipples are hard as fuck.”
“They’re pierced, they’re always hard.”
“Let me see.” He massaged his jawline, staring into her eyes.
“I should go.” Tyler stepped around him but paused when Logic placed his hand on her exposed stomach. Glancing down at his warm touch, Tyler swallowed the lump in her throat before forcing her eyes to meet his.
“That lame ass nigga not fucking you right, is he?” Logic whispered against her ear. “It’s aight, you can tell me, baby girl.”
Tyler’s heart started to thump a little louder. His warm breath tickling her ear was a turn on and it somehow reactivated the Molly in her system. Instead of moving out of his grasp, Tyler leaned in.
“You don’t even gotta tell me, baby girl. I can tell by the way you walk that nigga not hitting it right.”
“Y-you can’t talk to me like that,” she uttered.
“Why not?” Logic asked, staring in her low eyes. “You like it because if you didn’t, you would’ve been dashed on my ass.”
“So you want to fuck me?” Tyler scoffed. “That’s why you keep pressing me like this?”
“Baby girl, I’ve been crushing on you before the world knew you.
Back when you used to record in those big ass t-shirts and long socks.
Your hair was always wrapped in some kind of scarf, and the couple of times you did show it, you were rocking two messy ass braids.
What caught my attention was the pain in your voice.
Like you weren’t singing for you, but for someone else, if that makes sense.
I used to fall asleep with that shit playing in the background, so excuse me if I come off a lil strong, but I-”
“Girl, come get your man because he’s getting on my nerves, and I don’t think I'm cut out for this assistant thing,” Bobbi complained, unaware of the moment she was interrupting.
“Oh, who is this?” She glanced at the fine specimen and then back at her cousin.
“He's cute, hook me up,” Bobbi whispered, but not low enough because Logic heard her.
“Um,” Tyler stuttered, still trying to process his confession.
“How you doing? I’m Bobbi.” She stuck her hand out, not waiting for her cousin to do the honors. Logic glanced at it and back at her.
“What up doe.” He nodded, leaving her hanging. He had seen Bobbi in Tyler’s videos plenty of times and he really didn’t care for her.
“Well alrighty then.” Bobbi cleared her throat, dropping her hand.
Tyler parted her lips to excuse herself, but Dexter’s loud voice beat her to the punch. Popping up out of thin air, he tossed his arm around Tyler’s shoulder, making her cringe. Smugly, he kissed the side of her face before glaring at Logic.
“Damn, they gotta be desperate for seat fillers around this bitch,” Dexter taunted, causing Bobbi to snicker.
Tyler didn’t find anything funny as she stared at Logic with empathetic eyes.
She knew that Dexter was trying to embarrass him by insinuating that he didn’t belong there, and for some reason, it made her feel some kind of way.
“Aye Lo,” Al called out to Logic as Rahlo and Czar took the stage. “They want you up here.”
“Aight,” he replied. “Hold this for me.” Logic forced his empty glass into Bobbi’s hand, wiping the smirk from her lips. “The fuck they want with a seat filler?” he asked, glancing at Dexter with a taunting smirk.
Pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, Logic took a deep breath and made his way to the front of the room as the DJ began playing the track he recorded with Rahlo.
Both Czar and Rahlo moved around on stage vibing to the layered beat.
They had listened to the song so much that they knew it word for word.
Logic’s verse was their favorite, and from the small crowd's reaction, it was theirs too.
One minute his voice was calm but demanding and then boom!
It switched up, leaving you wanting more, needing more.
Al was off to the side, sporting a big grin, watching people unknowingly vibe to his best friend's music.
For a while, he thought the appreciation for real music had died, but watching the scene before him, he knew that was the furthest thing from the truth.
People simply needed to hear something new and Logic was the fresh breath of air they needed.
Dexter stood off to the side, clueless as he bobbed his head, randomly commenting on how good the track sounded.
How well the unknown rapper controlled his breathing while pushing out the verse in one breath.
He, for one, would’ve loved to connect with the rapper.
Having someone like that on his team could be a game-changer.
“Aye, there are a lot of rumors surrounding me starting my own label,” Rahlo explained as the music lowered.
“And you know what, they right. I was going to wait to introduce this nigga, but yall feeling this track, so I know yall gone feel him. Give it up for the soon-to-be first artist to be signed under Southwest Inc., Logic.”
The crowd erupted in applause, hoots, and praises as Logic nonchalantly took the stage. His hands were sweaty as fuck and his stomach was in his ass, but the nervousness didn’t reach the surface. The stoic expression on his face told a different story. Logic was hungry, willing, and ready.
“This nigga about to change the game,” Rahlo continued as Czar nodded.
Logic wished he had a camera because the dumbfounded look on Dexter’s face deserved to be captured. No longer was he grinning, making jokes, or being loud. Dexter was standing there like someone had wiped dog shit on his face.
“Detroit!” Rahlo spoke into the microphone. “Somebody tell the world we’re about to make history!”