“Ok, I-
“This is a social event,” Dexter cut Tyler off. “Talk to Carla, and if you can’t get at her, then holler at me, but at a later date.”
“I mean she right here.” Bhuda frowned. “I’m just trying to shoot my shot.”
“And I said now is not the time. If you can’t respect that, move the fuck around,” Dexter barked, louder than he needed to, drawing attention to them.
“Dex,” Tyler hissed, embarrassed by his outburst.
“I’m saying, we chilling and this nigga bumming for a verse.”
“Right,” Tilly cackled, causing Tyler to cut her eyes at him.
“Ah, I see what it is. She’s on reserve for your non-rapping ass, huh?” Bhuda chuckled. “Got it.”
It was no secret that Tyler only did features for Dexter. Whenever she tried to work with other people, Dex acted a fool and started beef with the other artists. Most of the time, the artist backed down, or to keep the peace, Tyler would simply chop the entire project.
“The fuck you just say to me?” Dexter frowned at Bhuda.
“Calm down, killer. Tyler, holler at me when you’re free, baby girl. Like I said, you’re talented and I’d love to get in the studio with you.”
“Move the fuck around nigga, my girl will never work with your wanna be J Cole ass.” Dexter shooed him away. “Standing here looking like you shop at Forman Mills.”
For the sake of respect, Bhuda silently retreated. Had it not been for the fact that he fucked with Rahlo, he would have peeled Dexter's shit back.
Tilly, Marty, and Bobbi laughed, finding the situation funny, but Tyler was embarrassed. She was high but sober enough to know that Dexter was tripping. Not only did he almost dislocate her elbow, but he was rude to reporters and other artists for no reason.
“That nigga be in your DM’s?” Dexter asked, clutching Tyler closer to his side.
“Ouch, Dex, let me go.” Tyler tried to wiggle from his embrace, but he gripped her tighter, digging his fingers into her ribs. Everyone who was once laughing turned their heads as if they didn’t know what was taking place between the couple. No one tried to intervene, even though pain was evident across her face.
“You trying to be an industry hoe? Let me know because if you want to sell pussy instead of albums, I can make that shit happen.”
“Dexter, you’re tripping. I’ve never talked to that man.”
“But you like his music?” His wild eyes bore holes into her.
“It was just the nice thing to say,” Tyler lied. She loved Bhuda’s music. He reminded her of Domani. His style, his lyrics, his whole vibe.
“Keep playing with me and I’m going to fuck you up. Don’t forget I started all this shit and I can take it.” Dexter kissed her cheek, loosening his grip on her.
“I’m about to get another drink.” She tried to slip from his arms.
“Nah, that’s why Bobbi here. She’s getting paid tonight, tell her to get it.”
“I’m not a fucking maid,” Bobbi snapped, overhearing Dex.
“You getting paid to be what the fuck I say you are. Now, go get my girl a drink,” he snapped.
“Dexter! Watch how you talk to my cousin.” Tyler jerked out of his grasp. “I can go get my own drink.” She started walking away.
“Aye and make sure you come right back and don’t talk to none of these niggas.”
“Where else am I going to go, Dex?”
“Just making sure you know what’s up.”
Instead of replying, Tyler headed to the bar. She stopped and spoke to a few artists, supporters, and took a couple of pictures before she reached her destination. Tyler could’ve had one of the many hostesses bring her a drink, but she used the opportunity to get a little fresh air. Dex was suffocating her, and thanks to him, her left ear was ringing.
