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“Kicking it with Jude until like five. I bought y’all tickets to go see Lilo and Stitch.

That’s one of the things on his list and since I’m taking him to the aquarium, I figured you would do this solid for me.” I smiled, trying to butter my mama up.

“Oh, so I gotta go sit through a show. While you do what?”

“Take a nap.” I giggled. “I mean just last month I took him to the show. And you of all people know how much I hate the movies.”

“Ummhmm, I hate it too. But anytime you or your sister wanted to go I took y’all.”

“And I took him.” I fake pouted.

Rolling her eyes she gave in. “I’ll take him Nari.”

“Thank you, mommy.” I beamed. “He needs to call his daddy before y’all go though.”

“Now why I gotta oversee that. I thought the two of you were doing good.”

“We’re getting along.” I shrugged.

“He’s been okay since that last incident.”

The last incident she was referencing was the time my baby daddy crashed out on Instagram after a baseball player posted a picture of us on his story. I took Jude to an event at the Braves stadium and a few of the players wanted to take a picture with me.

Completely harmless. The Shade Room messy ass took the picture and posted it on their page claiming that someone had alluded to the two of us being a new item.

Julius posted a picture of his guns and subtly threatened to kill that man.

I had to go make a post and tell people that I was still single because my baby daddy was really planning on killing him.

Mind you he’s still fucking off with the bitch he cheated on me with.

Julius thought I was oblivious, but the bitch had my friend in her close friends and posted pics of them often. “He hasn’t bothered me anymore so I really can’t tell you. I pull up, drop Jude off, or pick him up and that’s about it.”

“Y’all need to cut that foolishness out.” My mama shook her head like she was disappointed.

“Girl that is him. Not me. I ain’t let that man touch me in months.

I don’t know why he still think I belong to him.

I am a single woman. Free to fuck whomever I want.

” Doing a quick glance behind me I checked to see if Jude still had his headphones on before elaborating.

“Besides, I got a lil friend that I’ve been seeing on the low. ” I smirked.

“On the low huh.”

“Yeah. Can’t introduce the world to my hoes just yet. Gotta make sure he ain’t for everybody like my baby daddy.”

“You just be careful.” She said, issuing a warning that I had no intentions on adhering too.

I was single and very much unattached. If and when I decided to let a nigga get in between my legs that was my business.

I wasn’t fucking nobody and planned on keeping it that way.

If my lil friend stayed on his shit I planned on throwing the pussy at him eventually.

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Grabbing the bottle of 1942 off the counter I held it up to my mouth and downed a shot.

The manager at Omnia had gone all out for the night.

Upon entering the packed club, we were ushered to our section and greeted with about ten bottles of liquor.

My crew which consisted of Shunta, my MUA Devon, my hairstylist Pixie, and my camera man, were all in attendance and down for the turn up.

It was hot as hell in Vegas, so I was rocking a black and white pair of Dior shorts with the matching tracksuit jacket and my black Christian Louboutin Loubi Queen sandals.

“It’s all there?” I asked Lox who had just came from the manager’s office.

“Neatly banded and tucked together.” He confirmed after tossing the duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’mma get Moses to run it back to the hotel. We’re good here?” He asked.

“We are now.” I winked and downed my shot.

After having a fun filled afternoon with Jude and my Mama I slipped away from the two before they went to the movies so that I could unwind at the hotel before my hosting tonight.

I was in the middle of getting my makeup done when Shunta came waltzing in my suite.

Once everyone had finished getting dressed, we hopped in the sprinter and got ready for the night.

Lox had been my security for so long that the thought of travelling without him scared the hell out of me.

When I cut Julius off, I almost let his ass go but Lox did a good job at having my back.

Byron and Lucas weren’t fazed by me not fucking with them, Tito not so much.

Since he doubled as my manager, I still had to deal with him, at least until I found someone to replace him.

With the business that I’m in trust doesn’t come easy so I’m kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place with that. I let business be what it was and kept the personal out of it.

“Friend. Look who in here commenting.” Devon said, holding my phone out to me. Devon had gone live on my Instagram page, and somebody was in the comments saying something that he thought I should see.

I grabbed the phone out of his hand and stared at the screen.

Turning the camera around on me I cocked my head to the side.

Flocco a rapper from Miami was in my live saying how he heard I was back outside.

I knew folks was probably screen recording just waiting to run to the blogs with something so instead of entertaining that I simply said.

“Get out of my comments.” I laughed. “Flipping the camera view back around I passed the phone back to Devon.

“What’s up with that?”

“Who knows.” I shrugged.

“Them niggas been on you bad since you and Juice split.” Shunta laughed.

“Tried to tell that nigga he wasn’t the only one checking for me.”

“You gone holla at Flocco? Nigga look good and I heard he got a big dick.” She smirked.

“Fuck no. That’s a lil close to home. And that nigga ‘bout don’t want shit but some pussy.

” Not only was Flocco a rapper but the nigga and my baby daddy had collaborated on a few tracks.

On top of all that Flocco was a hoe and I’m talking big one.

The nigga had like seven kids, two of them were the same damn age.

Shunta wasn’t lying when she said the nigga look good. Flocco was dark skinned and I’m talking black as shit, but he had a gorgeous set of white teeth and a head full of dreads. If anything, I’d let the nigga trick off on me but fucking with him was where I drew the line.

“And the other one don’t?” she asked and narrowed her eyes at me.

Shunta knew ‘bout my lil friend. Hell, she’s the one that encouraged me to give him my number the day we ran into him at Phipps.

He was in the industry but wasn’t a rapper.

I felt like if I fucked with anybody heavily it should be him.

I think my baby daddy had ruined it for all the rappers in the world.

Hell, I was so scarred I wouldn’t even entertain dating a producer.

“Nawl. It’s been a few weeks and he ain’t even on that type of time. We really be cooling it.”

Sounding just like my mama she snorted. “Yo ass better not let Juice find out.”

“He will be okay if he do.”

“I hear ya but Flocco on yo body bad.” She teased, causing me to stare at her.

“Why you say that?”

“He done sent you a message already.” Swiping through my other phone Shunta read the message out loud. “I see you in Vegas lil mama. Hit me up when you get back to the A. I’m in your city for a few weeks, let a nigga take you out to eat or sum’n.”

“Girllllll.” I drawled.

“It’s just dinner.” She shrugged. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

Pondering over it for a second, I thought about all of the worst things that could go wrong if I went to dinner with Flocco.

The top of the list was my baby daddy crashing out again.

The more I thought about it the more I began to not give a fuck.

Julius was out doing him with no regards to how I felt.

Maybe it was time for me to move the same way.

“I think I got a better idea.” I let her know before taking the phone out of her hand. After responding to the message, I hit the button to lock my phone and stuffed it in my pocket. Raising the bottle of 1942 in the air I shouted. “Drink up bitch. We ‘bout to set the city on fire.”