“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.”
