“Some shit I found online. It’s going to be fun…I promise.”
“It better be since you’re kidnapping me.”
“So, you get dressed up and change your wigs for all the kidnappers?”
“Shut up and stop talking about my wigs.”
“When I called, you thought I was someone else. That nigga fuckin with you?” Logic questioned, getting back to how she answered the phone.
“He just keeps calling. I’m about to change my number because it’s becoming a bit excessive.”
“I thought the nigga had papers on you,” he queried.
“He does, but that don’t mean shit. Papers ain’t never stopped a man from crossing the line. Dexter and I have been together since I was seventeen, he’s not going to let go that easy. Those papers and this tether was simply to embarrass me and establish that he still run shit.”
“And do he?”
“What?”
“Run shit?”
“No.”
“Good.” Logic nodded. “But I’m going to handle that situation for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Tyler shook her head. “I don’t want you getting caught up in my mess.”
“We’re boyfriend and girlfriend now. Your mess is my mess.”
“We are not boyfriend and girlfriend,” she gawked. “I didn’t agree to that.”
“You let me play in your pussy, baby girl... we go together.”
“I was under the influence.”
“Yea, of this dick.”
“Haha, very funny. All jokes aside though, I don’t need you stepping to Dexter.”
“What I look like pursuing you and I can’t make ya ex nigga back off?”
“You’re pursuing me?” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“Fuck yea. Got me out here planning date nights and shit.”
“You’ve never planned a date night?”
“Fuck nah. I mean I’ve been on a date but never went through these lengths to plan it.”
“Should I feel special?” Tyler cocked her head to the side.
“Hell yea,” Logic blurted, making her laugh out loud. “I was on Google trying to find some out-of-the-box shit for us to do. My assistant-
“Assistant?” She grinned. “Come on Big League. I know that’s right.”
“Chill.” He looked away bashfully.
“What’s this assistant's name?”
