When the door clanged open, Stassi pulled away. Guilty eyes met Day’s as he stepped into the room. A moment of shock flashed in his stare but quickly disappeared. The tumbler in his hand was nearly empty, and he finished it off.
“Word?”
That one word was full of deeper meaning. He was surprised and insulted, intrigued and stupefied all at the same time. She heard it and although she was a bit embarrassed, pride filled her too. He had caught her in a compromising position, but she knew he hadn’t had to work for something this hard in a long time.
“Girls love girls, Day,” Livi said, her devilish smile antagonizing him.
“Apparently,” Day said.
Stassi blushed. “What happens when I like the girl who likes the girls?” He asked, staring a hole through Stassi.
Stassi felt like she would throw up and sucked in air through clenched teeth.
“Demi just pulled up,” Day said, letting her off the hook and walking out the room.
Livi giggled and shook her head. “He’s jealous,” Livi said, licking her lips. “You got the power now, sis. I passed you the ball. Make sure he don’t steal it back.”
Livi reached behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of champagne. “I’ll see you out there, beautiful.”
Chapter 8
Why do I have to wear this stupid suit?” DJ asked.
“Because we on some boss shit tonight, kid. When you take a pretty girl out, you show up looking like something,” Demi said. “You quit complaining and pay attention, and you might soak up some game from your old man.”
“Mannn,” DJ groaned.
Demi chuckled as he pulled up to his home. “Quit complaining, kid. I’m an hour late messing around with you and that suit. You better rock it and rock it with a smile when Bird come out of this house.”
DJ sucked his teeth, but no more complaints left his mouth. “Hey, Dad, why do you call your girlfriend Bird?”
“You about to see tonight, my boy,” Demi said. He parked the car and climbed out. “You got the flowers?” He asked.
“Yeah,” DJ muttered unenthusiastically.
Demi hustled up the walkway. He was anxious to get to his girl. This night was hers. She had worked hard to get here, and he couldn’t wait to celebrate her. She thought they were going to a family dinner at a five-star restaurant. She had no idea that one hundred of the music industry’s most influential tastemakers and her closest friends were waiting for her to arrive.
He walked into the house, and the smell of weed hit him.
Erykah Badu was playing at volumes of extreme.
Charlie was singing like Demi hadn’t never bought her nothing.
“What’s that smell?” DJ asked.
“It’s herbs, boy. Don’t tell ya mama,” Demi said. “Go wait in the car. We on our way out.”
“Man, that ain’t no herbs,” DJ mumbled.
“Boy, go getcha ass in the car,” Demi snickered.
He followed the smell of the smoke and found Charlie sitting on the balcony in their room, with her blunt lifted to the stars as she crooned.
“One dayyyy he gon’ sayyyy you crowdin’ my spaceee.”
Demi ran a hand down his head and leaned against the bedroom door frame.
He wouldn’t interrupt her. He enjoyed what she was giving too much to say a peep. Whoever was waiting would keep waiting until she got to the end of this song. Her shock interrupted his bliss when she turned around to discover him. Her scream defied octaves.
