“Oh my god. The Shaderoom just posted a video of Dexter getting dragged out of the strip club last night. Have you talked to him?”
“He right here.” Amber rolled her eyes. “Why they tagging me in this shit?” She frowned. “I-” Amber’s voice trailed off as she moved to the next post. Clicking on a link, Amber held her breath and pressed play.
“Babyyyyy, what the hell was in the water this weekend!” Nesha Re clapped her hands together.
“I don’t know, but the streets in Detroit are hot right now, and I don’t mean it in a good way,” Monti replied.
“Now, in case you haven’t heard, Bobbi released a song over the weekend, and yea, she needs to stick to doing what she do…whatever that is.” Nesha Re rolled her eyes. “She sounds horrible, but TikTok is eating it up. Girlie is giving Joseline Hernandez and that’s being nice.”
“You stupid,” Monti cackled. “It’s definitely giving Do It Like It’s Your Birthday. It’s a mess!”
“Oh no,” Nesha Re leaned forward, “It gets messier. Amber, who is also fooling around with Dex just released a song, and lo and behold, it’s the same song Bobbi dropped. Same words, different beat, better tone.”
“Oh my god,” Amber whispered, holding her stomach.
“Oh shit,” Scottie mumbled, listening to the same video.
“Wow!” Monti covered her mouth.
“Yes honey. Oakwood put out a statement this morning, claiming Carla, Tyler’s ex-manager, stole the song and gave itto her daughter. Carla then gets online and starts saying how the CEO of Oakwood stole the song from Tyler, and Dexter was in on it,” Nesha Re gossiped.
“Oweeeeeee, I knew he wasn’t shit.”
“Yes, and you want to know the best part about all of this?”
“What’s that?”
“My girl is somewhere living her best life watching these clowns scavenge for her spot. Little do they know, they’ll never be her. It’s only one Tyler, and Amber and Bobbi will never be able to fill her shoes.”
“I know that’s right!” Monti hollered. “Oakwood talking about Amber is the new princess of R&B.”
“And see this is what I'm talking about.” Nesha Re shook her head. “Why wouldn’t they allow that girl to create her own lane? Why force her into a spot that was customized for someone else?”
“I agree. It’s like they are trying to force Amber on us.”
“And Ty, if you’re listening, I know Logic fine ass is blowing your back out and I’m here for it all.”
“Logic, if you’re listening, I love the way you humbled Dex last night. You’re right. These niggas are sassy and Dexter is a heckler.”
“Aright yall, we have a poll on our Instagram page. I want yall to go vote on who sung it best,” Nesh Re announced. “Personally, I think Amber did, but Bobbi's version is going viral.”
“Going viral doesn’t mean it’s a good thing. They are teasing that girl.”
“Well, teasing or not, she’s running up a check.”
Amber’s heart loudly beat outside of her chest as she clicked on the link to Bobbi’s song.
“Oh. My. God.” She covered her mouth as Bobbi recited the exact same lyrics, word for word. As if it couldn’t get any worse, on the next verse, Dexter’s Stevie J wanna be ass started rapping. “I’ll call you back.” Amber ended the call and turned over to face Dexter, who was snoring with his mouth wide open as if his breath didn’t smell like open ass.
“Dex.” She shook him as he rapped the same words she had been singing for the last two weeks.
“Dexter!” she yelled a little louder. “Wake the fuck up!”
Amber was confused because although he hadn’t been to the studio with her, she let him hear the song. Dexter had even told her which parts to tweak, and she foolishly listened. She would have respected him if he told her the song was already taken, but no. He allowed her to look like a fucking fool after promising that he was going to look out for her.
“What?” Dexter groggily replied, rolling over on his side.
He hoped like hell she wasn’t trying to fuck because his hips were sore as fuck, and if he didn’t pop a pill first, there was no way his dick was going to get hard.
