Chapter 2
Dreu
Vegas felt like somebody put sin and sunshine in a blender and poured that shit over the whole damn city. I loved it. I sat in the middle of my penthouse suit looking out of the floor to ceiling windows. My dry ass feet rested on top of cold marble floors as I temporarily imagined fucking a thick bad bitch on the balcony that looked like it floated over the strip.
Every day I woke up feeling like ‘Mr. Nigga With A Big Dick And Money’. I no longer woke up in my parents’ home living off of their money. I was now a multi-millionaire in my own right. I did the shit my way and made it which was light work considering the fact that I knew I couldn’t rap worth shit.
So many niggas hated on me, and it was comedy. Especially the Ogs that had been in the rap game for decades. They hated niggas like me who had social media and fans making things easier to rise to the top and get paid while doing it. No lie, the hate fueled me to keep going. The more I grinded in the rap game the more accolades I collected.
Fame fit me like the custom jewelry I rocked on a day-to-day basis. I had fun whenever I went in the booth, I said whatever I woke up thinking that day not giving a damn if I couldn’t rap to save my life. I even made it a bar in one of my hottest songscalled ‘Shine Time’ that I was damn near allergic to staying on beat.
Right now, all that sparkle didn’t mean shit. I finally went to sit back down in the stool to let the lady that had me reconsidering every life choice that led me back to this chair for her to continue retwisting my locs. I sat on a low stool while she stood behind me. Her sharp witch nails ran through my new growth like magic. Her big ass titties pressed directly into my back.
I was more of a titty man than an ass man. The only problem with her big juicy titties was that they were musty. The whiff that came from them smelled like she’d been running errands in the desert heat before coming here to get me right.
“Ma’am,” I licked my lips and cleared my throat. “Can you, uh, give me some space from behind.” I tried to sound polite as possible.
I didn’t play with people who had their hands in my head or people who made my food. Plus, from what my PR told me, she was the best stylist in Vegas. I was happy when Rina was able to get her to lock me in for a last-minute appointment.
“You so silly, Big D.” She giggled and slapped me hard as hell on the shoulder.
Her titties were now smacking my back like two warm, unwashed bricks. I held my breath and tried to lean forward but she followed, like she was magnetized to me.
“Damn,” I whispered to myself. “Bleu ain’t lie…fame really come with hazards.” I shook my head and remained quiet.
Across the room, my small entourage was sprawled out. My manager Iceman sat by the window smoking a vape that he swore was ‘just for flavor.’ He was really my nigga, one of the best managers to step into the game. Iceman made sure I got paid by any means necessary, even when I was small-time.
The twins Casper and Ghost were arguing about who looked better in the designer glasses that looked the same like them. The twins’ father owned the record label that I was signed to. I took to the young niggas and was currently mentoring them before they had their own big break in the industry.
My publicist, Rina paced like she was getting ready to have a panic attack. She shot me a distraught look before placing her hand on her small hip. I swear her ass needed some kind of anxiety pills because the smallest things had her ready to blow a gasket. She already knew from the beginning that if I didn’t want to do something, I’d go off schedule. Rina wasn’t only my PR but somehow my assistant as well.
She got paid triple just because she always went above and beyond for a nigga. She kept me on track and even didn’t mind keeping shit organized like my meetings, interviews, and whatever shows I had. Whenever I got ready to tour, she made the shit ten times easier. I called her PR, but Rina worked side by side with Iceman. I trusted the both of them and didn’t plan on expanding my personal team. I also loved the fact that Rina and I never crossed the line. I never flirted with her simply because she wasn’t my type. She was super thin, if I had to guess her breasts were an A cup.
She was thin up and down but beautiful, nevertheless. In her free time, she loved to travel the world swearing up and down when she hit the age of forty-five, she’d be ready to settle down and start a family which was crazy as hell to me, but I wouldn’t judge her for that shit. Over the years, Rina became like family. We often argued, I stayed talking shit, but when it was time for business, that just what got conducted.
“We have a schedule, and you can’t keep forgetting it, D.” Her high-pitched voice went up a couple octaves after each word.
“I’m sticking to the schedule; I’m here in Vegas.” I told her.
“You missed the special signing today; you went shopping with the twins while Iceman and I waited for you to?—”
“I ain’t wait, I went shopping too.” Iceman cut her off, which pissed Rina off further.
I cut my eyes over at him, he shrugged, hit his vape then leaned back on the couch.
“Can you remember that tomorrow’s the Vegas Vibe fest? You’re supposed to host a segment, perform two songs then walk the carpet where you’ll be doing a radio interview. After all of that, you’ll attend the afterparty at Opal Lounge.” She took in a deep breath before continuing.
“I don’t want you getting sued, Dreu. I need you there and if you’re going to be late, don’t push it over thirty. Try to remain sober at least until the afterparty so your performance can?—”
“Rina,” I said, holding up a finger, “You know I don’t actually perform. I just…aggressively talk over beats.” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood.
“The ladies love that shit.” I shrugged.
“Same thing,” she said through clenched teeth.
“No,” I corrected, “It’s really not.” I smirked and winked at her.
She pinched the bridge of her nose. Rina’s light complexion turned a bright shade of red. Rina looked like she wanted to curse my ass out, but I knew she wouldn’t do it in front of musty titties.
