“What makes you think I wanna rap to you?” Logic cocked his head to the side. “Especially after you hung up on me. I was singing my heart out to your pretty ass and you saidclick.”
“Oh, my bad.” Tyler dropped her head. “I had a situation.”
Reaching up, Logic touched her face and lightly tilted her head to the side. He examined the healing cut on her lip and frowned.
“If I see one more mark on your beautiful face, I’m going to fuck that nigga up.” His nose flared.
“I’m a big girl, I can handle it myself.”
“I don’t doubt that you can, but I’m starting to take this shit personal. Nigga putting his hands on my future wife.”
“Future wife?
“You know what’s up.” Logic licked his lips.
“There you go flirting with me, doing that smoldering thing again.” Tyler playfully rolled her eyes. “So are you going to rap to me or not?”
“What if I have a girl out there and she gets jealous?”
“Then the bitch should be back here giving you some motivation.” Tyler twisted her lips. “Now shut up, take a shot, and get up there and do your thing.”
“You sound like that nigga Al.”
“Then he’s a smart person. I’ll see you out there...Logic.”
“You finally called me something other than lame, creep, and stalker.” He grinned. “I didn’t think you knew my name.”
“Don’t get happy, homie, it’s not that serious.” Tyler laughed over her shoulder. “Worry about this crowd knowing your name, they been waiting for a while and they kinda restless.”
“Go sing one of your male-bashing songs until I’m ready.”
“Boy bye. It cost 100k to get my pretty ass on the stage.”
“That’s the price tag?” He licked his lips.
“Yea, for a feature nigga, don’t play.” Tyler pointed her long nail at him.
“Just checking.” Logic held his hands up.
“Whatever. You better be good or I’ll be the first one to boo you off the stage.”
“Straight up?” He chuckled, watching her thick ass switch away, leaving him with a smirk plastered on his lips.
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Tyler returned to her section, where Bobbi, Aria, and Shane were still turning up. They tossed money in the air, popped bottles, and shook ass to every song. Although the club was lowkey, security posted up outside their section in case fans decided to get rowdy. Thus far, things had been pretty calm. When they first arrived, Tyler took a couple of pictures with fans, but Aria cut it short. They were there to party, not smile in people's faces all night.
“You brave.” Shane turned his nose up. “I could never shit in a public place.”
“I wasn’t shitting.” Tyler poured herself another shot.
“You ain’t gotta lie to kick it,” he jested. “I got some wipes in my purse if you need to go back in there and rewipe.”
“Shut up, I wasn’t.” She slapped his arm. “Oh, this my song!” Tyler started popping her ass toGlo’s Whatchu Kno About Me.
“And every time I pop out, you know I A-T-E,” she rapped. The mesh leggings Tyler wore did a poor job at concealing her thick thighs and meaty cheeks. Her booty moved like water in the thin fabric, putting a few of the dancers to shame.
“I’m that bitch, hoe, get like me!” Aria hyped her best friend up with a couple of pops on the ass.
