“What?” His mouth went dry. “Let me see.” Dexter reached for her phone, but Amber quickly pulled it to her chest.
“Not you acting thirsty and I’m sitting here with your nut running down the crack of my ass.” She arched her eyebrow, surprised by his switch-up.
As far as she knew, Dexter was over Tyler and talked shit about her whenever her name came up. Dexter told Amber that Tyler and her family used him, sucking up all of his resources while playing in his face. He insisted that it was Tyler who started all the public fights because she was always high. He swore she was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and Amber believed it. She believed him when he told her Bobbi was lying about being pregnant by him. He told her that Bobbi was jealous of Tyler and wanted to fuck up their relationship, and because they were family, Tyler believed her.
Taking a deep breath, Dexter gathered his composure before he flew off the handle. He wasn’t in a position to lose Amber. She was the closest thing to an income he had. Dexter spent her money, drove her car, and was pulling the strings behind the scenes. Darryl may have signed her, but it was Dexter who told her what to sign and when to ask for more money. In Amber’s mind, he was looking out for her, but in reality, Dexter was securing his future.
“It’s not like that,” he denied, wiping the corners of his mouth. “That shit caught me by surprise because her hoe ass said she wasn’t fucking with that nigga.”
“Well, she is and you’re fucking with me.” Amber crawled to the edge of the bed with her ass tooted in the air.
Amber was fine as fuck. She had the ass, the breasts, the face, the style, but none of that made up for the big wide sea between her thighs. Dexter wasn’t used to loose pussy. Tyler’s pussy hugged him like a glove. Hell, even Bobbi’s pussy had a nice grip, but Amber’s shit made him feel like he was fucking air. Dexter almost wanted to fist her to see if she’d notice the difference.
“Damn right I am.” He bent down and kissed her full lips.
“I’m about to go get in the shower. How about we go grab a bite to eat and chill before I head to the studio?”
“I didn’t know you had a session. I can move some stuff around.”
“Uh.” Amber nervously bit her lip. “Darryl has a couple of songs he wants me to try out.”
“Really?” Dexter stroked his jaw, trying to conceal how pissed he really was. He didn’t like the thought of her moving without him.
“Yep, and normally I'd want you to be there, but he told me to leave you at home. Did yall have a fight or something?”
“Nah,” he lied. Dexter hadn’t told anyone that the label dropped him, and he didn’t want Amber finding out about it. At the moment she thought he had all the connections, and he wanted to keep it that way. “And how he know about me?”
“Because I may have mentioned it to him when he tried to push up on me.”
“He what?”
“He tried to have sex with me, but I’m not that kinda girl. I don’t want to sleep my way to the top. I’m talented and I want the world to see that. Not me standing beside the CEO of a record label with anI sucked his dicksign over the top of my head.”
“I feel you, and if he tries that shit again, let me know.”
“You gone take care of me?” Amber stood to her feet and strutted over to him in all her naked glory.
“Yea.” He pecked her lips. “You know I got you.”
“I know you do.” She pulled away from him. “I’m about to go take a shower.”
“Aight, I’ll be in there to join you.”
Dexter could hardly wait for the bathroom door to close before he dove across the bed to grab Amber’s phone. He quickly opened it and went straight to her text messages. Dexter didn’t have time to search through each of her group chats, so he typed Tyler’s name into the search bar. Like magic, a conversation between Amber and Scottie caught his eye. Scottie was going on and on about Logic being hugged up with some bitch, and Amber told her to send a picture. Scrolling a little further, Dexter damn near screamed at the picture of Logic and Tyler huggedup in a corner. His head throbbed, but he kept scrolling. The pictures were dark, but Dexter could clearly see Logic kissing all on her. Scottie didn’t even know that it was Tyler in the pictures, but Amber confirmed it after she sent another picture of Tyler without makeup.
“Dex, are you coming?” Amber called out from the bathroom.
“Yea.” He quickly sent the screenshots to his phone and tossed it back on the bed. “This bitch got me fucked up,” he mumbled, feeling played.
???
Across town, Tyler sat behind the wheel of Shane’s car with her phone to her ear. A smile pulled at the corner of her lips as she sat there anticipating the sound of his voice. Somehow, talking to Logic made her forget about everything that was happening around her. She was broke as fuck, homeless, and driving her best friend's car, but when she talked to him, none of that mattered. If he wasn’t talking shit about her wigs, they were discussing music, movies, and everything else that kept her mind from running wild.
“What’s up, baby girl?” Logic's groggy voice graced Tyler’s ear.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” She glanced at the clock on her dashboard. “You do know it’s like two in the afternoon, right?”
“Hell yea. I didn’t get home till like five this morning.” He yawned. “Rah ass don’t let up.”
