She shrugged. “He was trying to brag too much for me.”
“You betta let ’em know.”
Once we ate dinner, Hanii took her bath, then we watched a movie together, cuddled up on the couch. After it went off, it was time for her to go to bed. I did our usual routine and tucked her in after reading her a bedtime story. When she was all tucked away for the night, I took a warm shower then I crawled into bed with a glass of wine and relaxed. I was exhausted but couldn’t sleep because my mind was on Legacy again. My heart was beating so damn hard and fast that it scared me.
“Girl, please cut this shit out,” I whispered to myself.
That’s just it, I didn’t think that I could “cut it out.” Something between us was brewing, and even as intrigued as I was, I knew that I couldn’t let it go anywhere. Needing to release my inner thoughts, I grabbed my journal and started penning my feelings about today’s events and prayed that it made me feel better.
4 /LEGACY
Today wasthe day of my event and I was nervous as fuck. I woke up early as hell to go work out, then have breakfast to ease my mind about all that was going to happen today. When I left my suite, I saw Ms. More down the hall, talking to one of the housekeepers. I was too busy listening to the bullshit that Zelly was spittin’ about one of our distros and didn’t speak. So, that put me in a fucked-up headspace when I should’ve been chilling.
“Look, Ion give a fuck what that nigga talking about! Our price is our price. If he don’t like it, he can go get that shit for the low elsewhere. Fuck he talking about? The fuck is up with this elevator!” I snapped, becoming even more pissed the fuck off. I didn’t even notice that the two ladies were behind me waiting for the service elevator, one of them was Ms. More.
“Excuse me, Mr. Porter. You can go down on this elevator if you like,” Ms. More nervously smiled.
“Appreciate that.” I walked onto the elevator and continued my conversation with Z. I thought the two ladies were getting on with me too, but I guess they changed their minds.
“I’m on this elevator, so hopefully this shit don’t go out,” I said to Zelly.
“It’s all good. But I agree with you. Don’t worry about any of this shit, L. Go get yourself together for your event and I’ll handle everything with Lamarcus,” Zelly told me, and I sighed.
“Aiight... I gotta go look at the venue with Aubrey and sign the final contracts. So, I’ma get this workout in and get some of this aggression off me. Hit me if you need anything, aiight?”
“I got you. Good luck.”
“’Preciate it.”
Disconnecting the call, I headed into the hotel gym already pumped the fuck up. I worked out for an hour then went to the hotel restaurant to have some breakfast. On my way there, I saw Ms. More coming off the elevator. I didn’t notice before because I was so pissed off, but today she wasn’t in her business attire and had on a hotel smock just like the other housekeepers were wearing, along with a pair of black tights. The fabric on them muthafuckas looked like they were painted on that ass. Fuck! That woman was fine ass hell. I hoped she knew that shit because shorty seemed like she was very reserved but I would bet my last dollar that she was a monster in the sheets.
“Hey, I wanted to apologize for yelling on the phone out in the hallway earlier. I’m just a little on edge today and?—”
“Ohh, no. You’re fine. I hope your day gets better. It was nice seeing you again.” She smiled brightly, making me do the same shit back.
“Thank you. You as well.” We spoke for a few more minutes about my stay here at the hotel before she walked off, and I watched her until she disappeared.
I headed back up to my suite and made a beeline straight into the bathroom to handle my hygiene and get dressed. An hour later, I called the driver of the car service that I hired, letting him know to pull the truck out front.
Grabbing my messenger bag, I stepped onto the elevator and rode it down to the main floor in silence. My nerves were allover the place because today was a big fucking day for me. My whole career depended on tonight and I couldn’t afford to drop the ball. I had all my pieces delivered to the venue yesterday, and the only thing left to do was to finalize all the contracts. I’d been putting out fire after fire all morning though, and I felt like my confidence wasn’t where it should’ve been.
“Pull your shit together, Legacy,” I whispered to myself.
Pulling up to the venue, my phone buzzed with a text. Seeing my pops’ name, I almost didn’t open it because I didn’t want to trigger myself when I was already on edge. However, I did, and I was glad that I had.
Pops: Your brother told me about your event today so I wanted to wish you luck son. Just know, that I am always rooting for you to win. No matter what it is that you’re doing. Your last name is one of strength and determination. You’re destined for greatness, so be great. I can’t wait to see your work tonight.
Reading that text stopped me mid-step. I couldn’t have read that shit right because my pops barely ever wanted to discuss my art career, let alone asked to attend something pertaining to it. I called Logic and continued on inside of the venue where I saw Aubrey and Jack were conversing about the placement of my painting.
“What’s up, L?” Logic picked up on the first ring.
“Yo, is Pops coming tonight?”
“Damn. He told you? So much for the surprise,” he laughed.
“Nigga, don’t play with me. Is he or isn’t he coming?” I pressed.
“We’reallcoming Legacy. Why wouldn’t we?”
