“Yea,” Logic sighed. “I know the feeling, sweetheart.”
“I thought having money would make it better.”
“Did it?”
“No,” Tyler replied honestly. “It made it worse.”
“Let me come-”
“Look, I gotta go. Just wanted to let you know that my voice isn’t pitchy.”
"I know,"
“Bye.” Tyler ended the call as taps on the bathroom door startled her.
“I’m not trying to rush you, sweetheart, but there’s a line out here,” the security guard said through the door.
“I’m coming,” she assured him. Giving herself one more look over, Tyler took a deep breath and plastered a smile on her face.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yea, can you walk me to my car?”
“That was the next step. The women in the section are gone, and your assistant is on her way to pick you up. You want a bottle of water?”
“Please.” Tyler held on to his arm as he led her out of the club.
Per usual, a few paparazzi were standing on the curb waiting to capture pictures of famous people coming out of the club. Besides Tyler, there were a few ball players and social media influencers in the building, and they’d all be linked together by morning.
“Tyler, why are you here alone?”
“Tyler, did you know Dexter was just seen downtown with another woman?”
“Tyler, are you leaving Oakwood?”
“Tyler…Tyler…Tyler.”
“Do yall even sleep?” Tyler questioned, standing in front of the flashing lights.
“Give me a few words, Ty.” One of the reporters stepped forward. “How do you feel about Dexter stepping out on you?”
“And that’s what you wanna use your one question on?” She frowned. “You’re lame and need to be fired.”
“Just hear me out.” He reached out to grab her arm.
Without warning, Tyler cocked back and punched him in the face.
“Fuck!” he cried out loud, dropping his camera on the ground. “You just assaulted me.”
“No, you put your hands on her and she defended herself,” Aria snapped, pushing her way through the crowd. “You ok, friend?”
“I’m great,” Tyler smiled.
“Well, bitch, I’m not. I was getting the frame beat out this box when I got a text from the owner saying you were two seconds away from beating the brakes off Bobbi and the hoe crew.”
“I wasn’t about to touch them scary hoes.”
“Where the fuck is Dexter's greasy head ass?”
