“I just keep the wolves in skirts at bay,” Roman responded. “I’ve seen how you’ve been burnt. The sexual assault claim…”
“We don’t even speak on that, bro. Bitch was chasing clout. That’s why I play it safe these days,” Day stated.
In the beginning of his career, right after his first single had taken off, a groupie had hit him with a lawsuit claiming he had raped her. Day had met her in a studio session, and drinks had flowed. Turned out she had drugged him, and when he knocked her down, she claimed rape. If it weren’t for one of thegirl’s friends revealing that they had an agenda the entire time, Day would have lost everything and probably done jail time. He hadn’t casually entertained a woman since.
“Seems like you like this one,” Roman added.
“This ain’t no different. I just like that she pretended to be offended. She’s a challenge. I’m sure she wants something just like the rest,” Day answered. “And she know what I want. I make it clear. I ain’t looking for nothing else. Can’t trust these hoes.”
“That’s why you got Livi coming too? That’s been on for a minute. You sure you not serious about that one?” Roman asked. “Cuz if it’s just a casual thing, I wouldn’t mind shooting my shot.”
Day chuckled and turned from the mirror, picking the expensive bottle of champagne out the bucket. “That thang solid and she about her business. Ain’t never no confusion with that one. She understand options, but she ain’t an option for you, as long as you work for me,” Day stated. “Nod your head, so I know you hear me.”
“Understood. You’re the boss,” Roman said.
“Remember that.”
“I can not accept this,” Stassi whispered to herself as she stood in the mirror, running her hands down the front of the Saint Laurent dress. She turned to the side, looking at her profile. Everything about her figure was giving what it was supposed to give, however. “This ass, though,” she reasoned with herself. She gave the mirror a little sexy twerk. “It’s definitely thanging.”
Day had gifted the pricey dress and paired it with a pair of red bottoms to complete the look. She desperately wanted to wear it, but she couldn’t show up in these clothes. No matter howtempting his money may be, she couldn’t let him put a price on her soul.
“Bitch, if there ever was a price, this nigga would be the one to afford it,” she muttered to herself. She gave herself one more longing once-over and then huffed her displeasure as she slipped out of the dress. The Fashion Nova replacement she slipped into next could hardly compare. It got the job done but nothing compared to the quality of designer.
The entire evening was financed by Day, and as she stepped out of her condo and made her way to the front where her Town Car was awaiting, she felt like a princess.
“Good evening, Miss,” the driver greeted as he opened the back door.
“Hello,” she answered, smiling graciously before lowering into the car.
Her stomach waltzed as she rode in silence. She had been around Day plenty of times before, but it felt like she was walking into the lion’s den. She knew she was overthinking, but she couldn’t help it. It would be easier to forget his proposition if he wasn’t so damn attractive. He drew her eye every time they were in the same room, and this night was no different.
As soon as she arrived and stepped foot inside the upscale lounge, it was like he magnetized her.
He was seated in a booth in the VIP section. His accessories included more karats than she could count and a pretty little plaything on his arm. She was sure that girl had no problem taking Day up on his offer. She didn’t know why she felt a way. He wasn’t her man, yet a little hating-ass spirit manifested in her soul because the girl was gorgeous.
Damn, he just has them lined up,she thought, faking disgust, when really she wished he would at least glance in her direction. She had put this dress on for him, or rather in spite of him, to show him that his money didn’t move her, butdamn it if the rich-ass nigga wasn’t moving her soul. He was so fine he was redirecting her heartbeat, sending her pulse straight to the valley between her thighs.
Suddenly, she wished she had called one of her homegirls. She had come alone, thinking Charlie would be all the company she needed, but these awkward moments before Charlie arrived were torture.
She took a seat at the bar, and the bartender’s attention was hers effortlessly.
“What can I get you, sweetheart?”
“A French 75 would save my life right now, please,” she said, smiling graciously as she crossed her legs.
“I’ll have what she’s having.”
Stassi glanced quickly to her left and then doubled back for a longer look when she saw Day’s date sliding in beside her.
“I’m Livi,” she introduced.
“Stassi.”
“You literally look like you taste amazing.”
Stassi was sure she had heard her wrong. The compliment slapped her in the face, confusing her as she sat there at a loss for words.
“That’s what Day said as soon as you walked in the club,” she said.
