Part 4 (2/2)
”Maybe you won't get any cash out the deal but you will get some bills paid and definitely a few meals.”
”I came so far from when we first got here and we were sharing that studio in Harlem. Now I'm back at square one. Do you know, Sway didn't even let me keep any of the clothes, shoes, bags or jewelry he got me. When I was getting dressed today and I looked in my closet, everything is last season. Maybe I should've taken my mother's advice and stayed in school after all.” I looked down and began shaking my head thinking about how much my life had changed in such a short period of time.”
”Dior, you have to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Growing up we were so poor we didn't even know what designer s.h.i.+t was. And chillin' on a yacht or flying in a jet, h.e.l.l we had never even been on a plane. So yeah, you have come a long way. Right now s.h.i.+t is bad for you, but you've seen worse. If you let Sway kill all your dreams then he wins. You'll get through this. Now no more misery talk. Here comes our food, so enjoy because honestly we don't know when you'll get another meal.” We both fell out laughing before devouring our food.
Later on that evening as I sat at home warming up leftovers from the meal I had earlier in the day, I replayed the conversation I had with Brittani in my mind. I had to stop feeling sorry for myself and move forward. So what if Sway dumped me. That was a risk I had already come to terms with when Lorenzo brought the opportunity back to me. Regretting my decision and thinking of what might have been was serving me no purpose. The only thing I needed to do was figure out a master plan. If Lorenzo really delivered on what he said he could then I knew things would without a doubt s.h.i.+ft in my favor. But there was a small fraction of me that felt he was full of s.h.i.+t. I mean I had flat out turned him down all in the name of Sway so why would he want to help me. I had played the game long enough to realize that all men loved a challenge and being told 'no' fit in that category, especially for a man like Lorenzo. I didn't know much about him but judging from his good looks alone he didn't hear that word often from a woman. So that could well be the reason, he was trying to buy the p.u.s.s.y without actually handing over the cash and paying for it. Whatever the reason I didn't f.u.c.king care as long as it worked out in my favor. As I continued trying to figure s.h.i.+t out in my head I heard my cell ringing. I saw Brittani's name on the screen.
”What's up?”
”Get dressed. I have a party for us to go to.”
”Girl, I don't feel like going to no d.a.m.n party. I ain't got nothing to celebrate.”
”Well you ain't gon' never have nothing to celebrate if you keep yo' a.s.s in that d.a.m.n apartment. Can't n.o.body find you in there.”
”Whose party is it?”
”The Knicks and Miami are playing tomorrow night so Lebron James is having a party.”
”I can't stand that egotistical m.u.t.h.e.rf.u.c.ka. I don't wanna go to his party.”
”Lebron is cool people, but you ain't got to like him to go to the party. Everybody will be there so it'll be a good look. Plus, you need to be seen. You don't want people to think you went into hiding because you ain't with Sway no more.”
”True, but I don't even think I got any hot s.h.i.+t to wear. Wait, I did have this dress that Sway got me that I left over here and never got a chance to wear. Bingo!”
”Cool, I'll pick you up in about an hour so hurry up. Bye!”
”d.a.m.n, when you said an hour, you really meant an hour,” I said shutting the pa.s.senger door.
”You know it's gone be ridiculous in there and I want to make sure we posted up in our spot, especially with that bad a.s.s dress you got on. Is that leather on the sleeve cuffs?”
”Yep, it has leather going down the v-neck collar and the belt too.”
”I ain't never seen that dress, who make that?”
”Gucci. I can't believe I almost forgot about it. But what happened was that Sway's stylist had dropped it off because I was supposed to wear it to some party with Sway but I didn't make it back home so I ended up wearing something else and it's been sitting in my closet. But I remembered at the perfect time.”
”Yo Sway's stylist got some good f.u.c.kin' taste 'cause that s.h.i.+t is sick.”
”Yeah he does. And I ain't got none of it.”
”How you lose all your clothes?”
”I was basically living with Sway so all my clothes were at his different cribs. So when he gave me my walking papers, it ain't like he had the s.h.i.+t s.h.i.+pped to me.”
”Wow, that's got to be devastating,” Brittani said, shaking her head.
”Pretty much but ain't s.h.i.+t I can do about it so f.u.c.k it!”
”Don't worry, tonight all that is gonna change. We gon' find you a new cat.”
”You keep talking 'bout hooking me up and not both of us finding a new man, so s.h.i.+t must be real good with you and Kevin.”
”He been acting right lately. I ain't caught him in no bulls.h.i.+t so he must be keeping the groupies in check.”
”Do you see yourself going from baby mama to wife in the near future?”
”I ain't say all that,” Brittani smiled, turning on West 23rd Street. ”If we do get married I know it ain't gon' be no time soon which is cool with me as long as the checks keep clearing and the b.i.t.c.hes stay out my way.”
”I don't know how you baby mamas do it. Always jumping through hoops trying to make sure you keep the other hoes away.”
”That s.h.i.+t is a full time job but at least I'm not like that dumba.s.s Priscilla.”
”What the h.e.l.l she do now?”
”You didn't see how she released all those bootleg pictures to the blogs?”
”Since I know I ain't been featured on them lately, I haven't been checking the blogs.”
”Well her and Ross and all their kids had been on a yacht for they family vacation. Well on a daily basis from the beginning to the end of their trip this heffa was giving us a play by play photo update of them out. And Ross didn't even look like he wanted to touch her a.s.s. She tried to make it look like it was paparazzi candid shots but everybody know that silly ho takes one of her best friends who is a photographer on all her trips with Ross to take pics and send them to the blogs.”
”Stop playing!”
”I wish I was but it's that serious for her.”
”But he ain't even with Priscilla no more, he go with that young girl Jessica. When I would be at the parties with Sway, I would always see them together.”
”That's my point. We know he is with Jessica and so does Priscilla but she tries to use Ross spending time with his kids as a pathetic opportunity to make it seem like he still her man.”
”Oh I get it. That's her way of trying to keep the groupies away.”
”Exactly, but Priscilla need to give it up because unfortunately for her Jessica is no groupie. Ross live with that girl. But Priscilla stay trying to use them kids and Ross being her baby daddy as a way to stay relevant and gain some attention.”
”That's what I was telling you earlier, I don't want to be one of those having a baby for a famous dude so I can be somebody types.”
”I don't want to be one of those either. I don't have to nor want to be in the spotlight. I just want me and my child to be very well taken care of. But when you're like Priscilla, desperate for some fame, dropping a bunch of babies and still not making it to wife status you start making us all look stupid. I wish she would go sit her tired a.s.s down somewhere and concentrate on raising her kids. She is too old for that bulls.h.i.+t. If she ain't got the ring and walked down the aisle by now it's time to give it up.”
”Girl, that's why I got to hurry and get my s.h.i.+t together before my time be up! I'm sure Priscilla never thought she'd be forty with four kids and still a baby mama.”
”Dior, you're only twenty-four, you've gotplenty of time.”
”They were all twenty-four at one time too. It seems like yesterday we were eighteen coming to New York. Time don't stop.”
”I never thought about it that way. But you're right. It seems like yesterday Destiny was born and now she's about to be three.”
”I know s.h.i.+t is sweet with Kevin right now but I hope you're working on a contingency plan. It's one thing to be like me, broke and single. It's another being broke with a child.”
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