“Bad,” Aria answered. “There are videos going around of you damn near taking your clothes off in the club. You were makingout with dancers and letting them feel on you. Whenever you tried to pull away, Dexter was grabbing on you, almost forcing you to do shit.”
“That’s not all,” Shane cleared his throat.
“I did something else?”
“Oakwood released a statement this morning saying they dropped you as an artist.”
“What?” Tyler’s pulse quickened as the grill cheese she had consumed slowly crept up her throat. “That’s not true, I left. I dropped them!”
“We know that, but they’re saying you are battling an ongoing drug problem, and they can no longer cover for you.”
Snatching her phone from the bed, Tyler clicked on the Instagram app and gasped. The very first post was a picture of her standing on a table at the club with her ass in the air. Sliding over, the second picture was of Dexter throwing money on her, and the third was Tyler grinding her pussy in a stripper's face. Doing the ultimate no-no, she opened the comments.
@Jason151
And these hoes wanna be wifed. They party harder than the niggas but want a soft life.
@Beautybethebest
I’m starting to think she’s the problem, I see why Oakwood dropped her. #havesomeclass
@ScottieTheHairShaper
Ugh. I could never. Secondhand embarrassment is real. Oakwood, that was a smart move because Tyler is a freaking wrecking ball.
“Oh my god.” Tyler dropped her head into the palms of her hands to keep the room from spinning. She knew it was too good to be true. Darryl seemed so understanding, and Tyler hated that she allowed him to play with her head and now her career.
“We’re going to take you to the high-rise to grab some stuff, but I think you should come stay with me for a while,” Shane suggested. “I already told Dex that you were with me last night, that we ran out of the club when the lights went off.”
“I’m not going to your house. Take me to the label. Where is Carla? They got me fucked up.”
“Friend, she reposted the statement Oakwood released and said she loved you as a niece but could no longer work for you as a manager.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Tyler laughed to keep from crashing out.
“Come on, get your stuff.” Aria helped her stand as someone knocked on the door and pushed it open.
“You straight?” Logic questioned, studying Tyler’s puffy face.
“No, I'm gay,” Shane answered. “Oh, you meant her.” He clamped his mouth closed.
“I’m fine. Thanks for everything and I’m sorry for reacting like that.” Tyler wiped her eyes, embarrassed that he witnessed so much. “Can yall take me to my car?”
“Where are you trying to go?” Aria asked, ready for whatever.
“To find Dex. I know damn well he didn’t let Oakwood play me like that. Then I’m going to find Carla because she got me fucked up. Aunt or not, I’m about to beat the hair follicles out that bitch.”
“But T-” Shane reasoned, understanding her pain, but also understanding there were bigger things at play.
“But nothing! At the end of the day, all I have is my name, and they are playing in my face! Take me to my car… please!” Tyler hollered, trying to push past Logic, but he blocked her path.
“See, we got her to calm down, and here yall go, starting shit.” Al shook his head. “Get her hyper ass outta here, and if I were yall, I’d look into some kind of ADHD medication.”
“Aye.” Logic placed his hand under her chin, bringing her attention to him. “You can stay here. You could chill with me until shit cools down,” he offered.
“Oh, that’s a good idea!” Shane agreed.
“No,” Al disagreed, shaking his head. “It’s not a good idea.”
