“Are you asking me on a date?”
“Something like it.”
“I have a boyfriend, or did you forget?”
“I didn’t forget, I just don’t give a fuck,” Logic admitted. “So, what’s up?”
“Calm down, creep, I wasn’t talking about getting food with you.”
“How am I a creep when you’re the one who stole my phone, and then you keep bumping into me on some sex offender type shit. Matter fact, I should press charges on you, extort yo pretty ass for a couple bands. You probably was trying to feel on me.”
Tyler didn’t mean to do it, but she giggled.
“You wish and I know you not talking. How did you even get into my phone to save your number?”
“I know people who know people.”
“And why would you put it under bestie?”
“Because women call their besties all the time.”
“So you do this all the time? Steal phones, break into them, and store your number?”
“Only when necessary.”
“Yea, you’re a stalker. You enjoy your night, sir.”
“Sir? Do I sound old or something?” he asked, once again, ignoring her attempts to hang up.
“I mean you are a man, right? Or would you prefer to be called ma'am?”
“You talk a lot of shit for someone with a pitchy ass voice. Instead of talking shit to me, you need to be drinking some peppermint tea.”
“Fuck you, asshole.” Tyler ended the call, unknowingly giving him the fuel he needed to pick up the pen again.
Chapter Seven
“I’m a gangster, but off liquor, Imma throw this ass for sure. Wave my pipe ‘round in the air, I’m putting my neck up on the floor.” Mello Buckzzrapped over the speaker in the overcrowded nightclub.
With no worries in the world, Tyler effortlessly bounced her ass in the middle of her section as beads of sweat lined her forehead. The little skirt she wore rolled up her thick thighs, showing off her pussy print every time she bent over. Instead of trying to shield her, Bobbi recorded and posted the video to her story. She didn’t bother telling Tyler to fix her hair or straighten out her shirt. As far as she was concerned, Tyler was a grown woman and capable of handling herself.
Tyler, on the other hand, was feeling it. In her mind, she wasn’t in a club. She was at home dancing around in her panties while singing at the top of her lungs. The loud music vibrated against her eardrum, allowing her to drown out everything that was going on around her. Tyler’s limbs felt light, and her mind was free. The dance floor was above her head, and the sky wasat her feet. Even in this state, all eyes were still on her, and Tyler couldn't care less.
“Them beans got my lil cousin out here lit as fuck.” Bobbi giggled along with a couple of her friends. They had all been watching Tyler get fucked up, but no one intervened. As long as they didn’t have to pay the bill, they didn’t care.
“You hear me. That’s why I only fuck with weed cause I could never.” One of the girls shook her head in pity.
“Fuck outta here,” Tyler sniped, reaching for a bottle of water. “And get your camera outta my face. Damn, you worse than the paparazzi standing outside the club.”
“Oh, bitch please. Don’t act like I’m pressed to have you on my page. I invited you out… remember?” Bobbi stated with an attitude, running her fingers through her long blonde wig.
“Yea.” Tyler licked her top lip. “You invited me out and stepped to the side so I could pay for the section.”
“Ok and? You got it. We family, we look out for each other. I’ve had your back plenty of times, way before you started singing and running around with Shane and Aria.”
“Don’t try to act like you invited me here out of the kindness of your heart. I’m high, not stupid.”
“Girl, it’s never that serious. We can Venmo you back,” one of the girls standing beside Bobbi jumped in.
