The ankle monitor sounded off, stopping him mid-stroke.
“Man, this some bullshit,” Logic complained, not wanting to slide out of her. “You didn’t bring your charger?”
“No nigga,” Tyler giggled. “Take me home before they lock me up.”
“Aight, we can finish in the car.”
“I’m not about to fuck you in the car.”
“What I’mma do with this?” Logic asked, looking down at his hard, glossy dick.
“Borrow your brother's lotion.” Tyler giggled, stepping out of the shower.
Chapter Twenty-One
On Monday morning, Logic dropped his siblings off at school and headed back home to get some rest before meeting Rahlo, Czar, and Terri at the label. Things with his album were progressing, and Terri needed to make sure they were on the same page. Rahlo was looking to release the album in spring to promote a summer tour, and as long as things went as planned, they were on track.
“Lo,” a feminine voice called out as he bopped up the sidewalk.
“What’s up, Scottie?” Logic asked without turning around. He saw her car parked when he pulled into the lot but chose to ignore it. It was eight-thirty in the morning, it was cold, and arguing about futile shit wasn’t on his to-do list for the day.
“Can we talk?” Scottie asked, stepping on the stoop behind him.
“We don’t have shit to talk about, shorty.” Logic glanced back at her as he opened the front door. Without being invited in, Scottie followed behind him, shutting the door.
“Seriously? After all the time we spent together, I can’t get a conversation? I mean you owe me that at least.”
“I don’t owe you shit.” Logic dropped his keys on the table and turned to face her. “You didn’t do shit for me for free, so what the fuck do I owe you?”
“Time! You owe me your time. I was here with you when you were struggling, but the second you’re up, you kick me to the side to hang with a drug addict.”
Thanks to Joey, the entire East Side knew that Logic and Tyler were kicking it. While they were at the paintball park, Joey recorded videos, making sure to get the couple in the background. He posted them to his story and within a couple of hours, every streamer, influencer, and blogger was sharing the videos. For months Tyler had been missing in action and her popping up with Logic had the people talking.
“Watch your mouth,” Logic warned.
“And you defending the bitch.” Scottie chuckled. “You can’t be this stupid.”
“I am.” He nodded. “I’m stupid as fuck for allowing you back into my space after you went to New York and started fucking a married nigga. I’m stupid for thinking you cared about my siblings, but you only did shit for them so you could stay under my nuts. I’m stupid for being in this bitch going back and forth with you. I don’t have time for this shit, Scottie. You here for clout shorty, nothing more.”
“So that’s it?” She wiped the tears that dripped from her eyes.
“On some real shit, Scottie, use your brain. You and I both know ain’t shit happening between us. If anything, you cryingbecause you thought I was a fucking sucker and you caught a lick.”
“B-but-
“Hold up.” Logic put his finger up, stopping her in mid-sentence. “What up doe?” He grinned, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Good morning,” Tyler cooed. “Put the phone to your dick so I can say good morning.”
“Mannnnn,” Logic laughed out loud. “Get the fuck outta here, not after you left us hanging.”
Scottie’s heart dropped. She had known Logic for a long time and never had she seen all thirty-two of his teeth. Whoever was on the other end of the phone had him cheesin’ hard as hell and it made her sick. Even when they were in a relationship, he wasn’t giving her the energy he was giving the caller.
“So I can’t say hi to my friend?” Tyler quizzed. “I’m feeling like Boosie right now.”
“How Boosie be friend?” Aria hyped her up in the background.
“Put ya dick on live right now for a thousand dollars!”
