Part 5 (2/2)
”You're a lunatic, Sway. Phenomenon, I'm going back to my table. We'll talk later.”
”No doubt, I'll be over there to you as soon as some people move out the way,” he said mean mugging Sway.
”Excuse me,” I said trying to walk past Sway.
”You heard what I said, take off my dress.”
”I ain't takin' off nothing. I don't f.u.c.k wit' you no more so talk that s.h.i.+t to one of these silly hoes,” I barked, pointing my finger in his female companion's direction.
”b.i.t.c.h, don't call me no ho,” Tracy barked back.
”Trick, shut the f.u.c.k up talkin' to me. This n.i.g.g.a ain't even got you in no new s.h.i.+t. You wearing an outfit my p.u.s.s.y done sweated up in. Now all of you move out my f.u.c.kin' way.” I brushed past them, daring one of those heffas to breathe on me. I was ready to step out my five inch heels and put an old school beat down on one of them b.i.t.c.hes.
”Dior, what the h.e.l.l happened? I was over here taking down names and numbers for you. Next thing I know, I look up and see Sway and his gang of b.i.t.c.hes looking like they 'bout to tar and feather you.”
”Girl please, Sway is such a diva,” I said rolling my eyes.
”Well get ready for round two because here he comes again.”
”d.a.m.n, this n.i.g.g.a ain't even giving me a chance to sit down and take a break! Sway, what do you want?” I huffed as soon as he walked up on me.
”Since you don't want to give back what belongs to me then I'll ruin it for you.”
”Excuse me, what the h.e.l.l...” Before I could complete my sentence my face and entire body was being drenched in champagne. Everybody in the vip section stood frozen in astonishment. The only voices I heard was Sway's gaggle of b.i.t.c.hes laughing at what he had just done to me.
”Now I bet you wish you would've taken that dress off when I told you to,” were Sway's departing words before emptying the rest of the champagne on me and walking off.
”Dior, I can't believe Sway did that. Come sit down,” Brittani suggested but I couldn't move. I was cold, wet and f.u.c.king embarra.s.sed.
”Dior, are you ok? Put this on.” Phenomenon wrapped his coat around me but I still felt like s.h.i.+t. ”That's a foul n.i.g.g.a right there. He got issues fo' real yo.”
”Come on, Dior, we're leaving,” Brittani said grabbing my hand.
”You good, keep my coat. I know I'll see you again.”
”Thanks, Phenomenon.”
I kept my head down the entire time until we got out the club and reached Brittani's car. I was in complete shock and too many things don't shock me. ”I can't believe Sway showed out like that.”
”I can. Clearly that n.i.g.g.a still got a hard on for you but instead of admitting he want you back, he want to make you f.u.c.kin' miserable. He lowdown fo' real. He's like a spoiled brat. When he doesn't get his way he has all sorts of uncontrollable tantrums. How did you deal wit' that dude for so long? He's worse than a child.”
”I know.”
”But you still like him don't you?”
”He's like nicotine and you know how hard of a habit that is to break.”
”You betta get on the patch or something 'cause that n.i.g.g.a bad news.”
Brittani had no idea just how right she was. Sway was so bad for me and being away from him made it more evident. It wasn't only the clothes, jewelry and designer bags I yearned for, it was also the drugs. When I was with him they were always around so I never had to be without it. It didn't feel like a need only a desire. But now that my supply had been cut off I missed it. I had been trying so hard to fight that feeling of weakness from no longer having Sway in my life. But I was beginning to succ.u.mb to it and it was scaring the s.h.i.+t out of me.
”Dior, we're here,” I heard Brittani yell out. ”Are you okay? That was like my third time telling you we're in front of your apartment building.”
”Sorry, I have so much on my mind.”
”I can only imagine, but try to get some rest. I know I keep telling you this, but it will get better.”
”I believe you're right because it can't get any worse. Goodnight, Brittani.”
When I woke up the next morning I had a ton of missed calls from Brittani. I figured it was of no importance and she was only calling to check up on me. I was starving but before I could make it to the kitchen my phone began ringing and it was Brittani again.
”I appreciate your concern, Brittani, but I'm okay so you can stop blowing up my phone.”
”You must didn't read the paper this morning!”
”Huh?”
”Go to Page Six.”
”I don't get the Post.”
”Turn on your computer and go online.”
”Can't this wait until after I eat? I'm starving!”
”Get on your computer,” she demanded. I decided to do what Brittani asked because I figured the sooner I got her off the phone the sooner I could stuff my mouth.
”Oh my f.u.c.kin' goodness!” I kept saying over and over again.
”b.i.t.c.h, you're back on the f.u.c.kin' map! You can't pay for that sort of publicity.” After I read it to myself like three times I read it out loud.
Maybe Hip Hop Superstar Sway isn't over his former flame Dior after all. Sources say last night at Lebron James's party he worked himself up in a jealous rage when he spotted his ex getting cozy with rising rap star Phenomenon. Sway must have thought that Dior's leading lady role in Phenomenon's new video wasn't just for the cameras. Because he caused the beauty to leave the club after drenching the three thousand dollar dress he bought her in champagne.
”How f.u.c.kin' amazing is that? He thought he was ruining your night but all he did was turn it around to work in your favor.”
”I can't believe my luck. Maybe something good will finally come out of all this.”
”It already has. Everybody in the industry is talking about you right now and what went down at the party. Your stock just skyrocketed.”
”I understand all that but I need for this talk to turn into some paying gigs. A b.i.t.c.h is broke!”
”Be a little more patient. The tide is about to turn and soon the money will come.”
I so needed that to be true. But Brittani was right. I would be the leading topic for at least the next couple of days. This was the best thing that had happened to me since my breakup with Sway. I needed to keep the momentum going which was difficult especially since I didn't have a publicist to plant bogus stories for me. But s.h.i.+t like that cost money because I didn't know one publicist that worked for free.
When I got off the phone with Brittani I decided to call Lorenzo. Once again his phone rang and then went to voicemail. Unlike the other times I called, this time I decided to leave a voice message. He was making me feel ignored and I hated that. But I wanted to know if this King Magazine cover was legit. It was the only thing brewing for me at the moment. I knew they weren't going to pay me for doing the cover but the exposure would bring in some much needed cash from other sources. I had my fingers crossed so tight that Lorenzo wasn't bulls.h.i.+tting and would get in touch with me soon. I thought I would've heard back from him by now but it was like he just disappeared.
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