Chapter 3
Stassicouldn’t grab her coat fast enough. Demi had one time to talk to her with a bit of bass in his voice, and she would put him in his place. She didn’t believe in disrespecting a man in his home, so she had to leave before she said something. Demi’s unmitigated power and inconsideration just bugged Stassi. To be fair, he didn’t know what she had been through that day, but the audacity to put out a room full of people who had gone out of their way to be present for him and Charlie was too rude to disregard. What Charlie found appealing, Stassi found condescending. Demi needed a big house because his ego needed its own square footage.
She was sure she would be hearing from Charlie the next day after she came up for air because there was no doubt that Demi suffocated her with dick, money, and love. He kept her sister drunk on his lifestyle. Stassi wouldn’t hate it so much if she thought Charlie was safe with Demi. She was the type of girl who believed in judging a man by his actions, not his intentions. Demi had proven to be a liar. She wouldn’t forgive or forget anytime soon, no matter how convinced Charlie seemed to be.
She hurried to her car, fighting the wind and wet snow, but when she discovered she was blocked in, her patience left her.
Stassi sighed so hard her breath froze in mid-air as she turned back to the house.
“Hey, do you know whose car this is?” She asked one of the partygoers.
“I think that’s Day’s assistant’s car. They’re in the studio,” the girl replied.
“Great,” Stassi said sarcastically.
Stassi just wanted to go home. She trekked back toward the studio and up the stairs. The sour stench of weed greeted her as her heels clicked against the wood.
Demi, Day, and an entourage of people filled the space.
“Apparently, this is the after-party,” she said.
Day’s attention was on her as soon she walked through the door.
“Apparently,” he replied, smirking. “Come here.”
“I’m blocked in. I just need whoever’s driving the red Audi to let me out,” she said.
“My boy rode to the liquor store with someone else. He won’t be back for a minute. Take my car. I’ll call the driver around,” Day said. “Your car will be dropped off to you later.
“Wait, what? I don’t want to take your car. When will he be back?” Stassi protested.
“You can wait, or you can take my car,” Day answered.
“You niggas think you run the world. Oh my god,” she groaned in frustration.
Day lifted from his seat and walked over to her. “Not the world, but a lot of shit moving on my say-so,” he replied. “Like you getting home. I’ll walk you out.”
Stassi didn’t have a choice but to follow. Her stubborn nature made her want to refuse, but it wasn’t a battle worth fighting.
They were silent until they made it to the street. A black Escalade pulled up.
“This is very extra,” Stassi said. “You can’t drive yourself?”
Day scoffed, then bit his lip. “I try not to when I know I’ma be lit. It ain’t really for the lifestyle. I lost my brother to a drunk driver, so I try not to be that guy.”
“Oh.” She was dumbfounded.
The foot in her mouth stopped her from saying more.
Day opened the door. “I’ll have your car dropped off to you later. My driver will stay with you to take you anywhere you need to go in the meantime.”
“You don’t know where I live,” she said.
“I know where you stay,” Day answered.
The revelation floored her because was this nigga a stalker or just that powerful?
“Oh.”
