“Sir, you also need to sit on someone's couch because I don’t believe you are innocent. We’ve only been here for an hour, and I’ve watched you taunt this young lady even after you were advised not to. If this is how you behave in front of people, I can only imagine what it’s like when you two are alone. I am advising you to stay away from her, and if she requests a restraining order, I will grant it without hesitation.”
“Man what?” Dexter snapped, glaring at Tyler, who peered right back at him with a grin on her face. “Bitch, you think it’s funny?” He leaped, trying to hop over his lawyer. The judge started banging her gavel, ordering the officer to take Dexter into custody. “I got pictures and videos bitch! I could’ve had yo hoe ass all on the internet with my dick in your mouth.”
“And you’d be in those same videos with my thumb up your ass,” Tyler shot back.
“Oop,” Shane gasped. “Not a lil booty play…Ok, Dex. I see you.”
“That’s enough!” The judge banged her gavel. “Young lady, I’d advise you to leave while you still can.”
“We’re leaving.” Gene stood up, placing his hand on the lower part of Tyler’s back. “Let’s go.”
Tyler could have jumped for joy when the court deputy removed her ankle monitor. Although the ankle monitor weighed less than a pound, she felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. No more sitting by the wall tocharge, no more curfew, and no more Dexter. Tyler was ready to hop on the first plane and get the hell out of dodge.
With her best friends by her side, Tyler strolled through the back exit feeling like a brand-new woman. No longer did she feel sick to her stomach and the demons that once harassed her were quiet. Aria couldn’t stop talking about how stupid Dexter looked jumping across his lawyer, and Shane was still pissed about his wig. Gene told Tyler that although the case was over, she’d still need to keep a low profile because the next time they wouldn’t be so lucky. The sympathy card wouldn’t work again.
“Ok, see this is big dick energy and I’m here for it.” Shane unintentionally licked his lips when his eyes landed on the truck that was double-parked behind the courthouse.
“Aht aht,” Tyler hissed. “We don’t like him.” She rolled her eyes.
“Bitch, speak for yourself, I like what I see.” He adjusted his jacket. “I’m a fan. Heyyy Thugger.”
“What up doe?” Logic tossed him a head nod, pushing off the truck.
“Nothing, been battling legal shit all day,” Shane replied. “You know the vibes.”
“Type shit,” Logic retorted, glancing at Tyler and Aria. “Yall not speaking?”
“Go talk to chalk mouth.” Aria waved him off.
“Mannn.” He scratched the top of his head. “That girl was lying.”
“I believe you, Thugger. You don’t strike me as a liar.”
“All these niggas lie,” Tyler mumbled.
“Come here, baby girl.” Logic licked his lips. “Let me holler at you for a minute."
“Me or her?” Shane asked, mesmerized.
“Bitch stop!” Aria bumped his hip. “You know he not talking to your big foot ass.”
“Oh, my bad.” Shane tucked his lips and straightened his posture. “I can get a little carried away sometimes.”
Stubbornly, Tyler stood her ground, refusing to move. It didn’t matter that he was standing there with a fresh cut, dressed in a black Nike jogging suit and a pair of newly purchased Jordans. Tyler tried to ignore his sensual cologne, which embraced her even though she wanted to slap the cocky smirk off his fine ass face.
“Come here, baby girl,” his deep voice demanded, awakening the butterflies that seemed to only move at his command.
“No!” Tyler shook her head. “You think because you cut your nappy ass head and bought some new clothes, you’re all that?”
“Yes, the fuck,” Shane answered but clamped his mouth shut when Tyler shot him a look. “I’ll let yall talk.” He slowly backed away from them. “Thugger, it was nice seeing you, and if by chance she ends up with you tonight, can you make sure she hangs the hair up? Those are Malaysian bundles, and I need them for a photoshoot.”
“Shane!” Tyler barked.
“Fine, fine, we’re leaving.” He held his hands up. “Just take some pictures before you fuck it up.”
“Wait, don’t leave. I’m not going anywhere with him.”
“Bitch, please. You’re playing hard to get, but you’re about to fold for this nigga faster than an air mattress with a slow leak.”
