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“I can’t wait to hear the finished product. There’s no doubt y’all are about to make magic. Plus, the ladies love Bankroll Keyz, so they are about to go crazy.”

“Fasho. I’m excited about it foreal. I haven’t enjoyed making music this much in a while.”

I giggled because even when he was excited about something, his aura was calm and unbothered. He wasn’t as loud and expressive as me.

“You already know I’m gonna play them for you as soon as we get home. Are you having fun?”

“Yeah. We’re having a good time. They have two open bars and a caterer here. The food is really good, but the crab cakes I ate have my stomach hurting.” I told him.

I wasn’t sick, but my stomach was still upset.

“You’re over there pretty and shitty, huh?”

“Bae, why would you say that?” I whined even though it was an accurate assessment. I hated to blow up a strangers bathroom, but the longer we stood in line, the worse it became.

“It’s okay, you know I love your shitty booty regardless. Aye, I gotta get back to work, but if you need me, call me. I love you, honey bee.”

“I love you too, baby. Don’t work too hard.”

“I can’t promise that. Be safe, mamas.”

I felt a brief moment of sadness because I missed my man, but River brought me back to reality.

“Umm, bitch, we are at a party with celebrities and a bunch of fine-ass rich men in the building, and you are on the phone caked-up with your man. You’re annoying.” She playfully rolled her eyes.

“Did you forget my man is fine and rich. I’m not thinking about another man.”

“Well, I am. Please keep your gun-toting, nigga off the phone before he scares all of the tricks away.”

I snickered, but agreed not to call my man until we got back to the room. After we finished in the bathroom, we went back out to the pool and got in the water. We played chicken with some of the other men and women and had a good time.

I needed this night more than anyone knew. It helped me open up and feel free. When I needed to go to the bathroom again, Freedom offered to walk me inside. I put on my cover-up dress and slid on my sandals before we headed inside. After I finished up, I stepped outside of the bathroom and noticed Freedom talking to a gorgeous chocolate girl who looked like she should have been on the cover of a magazine.

She looked familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to the face.

“Why are you acting like this?” Freedom stressed.

“I’m not acting like anything. We’re both single and I already told you what it was.” The pretty girl shot back.

“Oh, so it’s cool for you to chill with me in private, but not in public?”

“Exactly. I’m glad you understand. I’ve gotta go. Maybe we can hang out some other time.”

I tried to hold in my laughter as she walked away. Freedom looked as if someone had through a pie in his face.

“Is she the one you were telling me about?” I snickered. He told me about his co-star who he had been trying to shoot his shot with, but he never told me who it was.

“I’m glad you think the shit is funny. She keeps playing with me and I’m about to say fuck it and go back to doing my own thing. I’m not in the business of begging a mothafucka to spend time with me and I won’t start now. I told her I would be here, but then when I saw her, she tried to walk past me like I was invisible. I swear I don’t understand this shit, Nes. I’ve had six bitches give me their number and three more who are trying to leave here with me, but she’s out here treating me like a fucking flunky. I’m not with that shit.” He vented.

“Hey Free. Are you going to the after party at Vlad’s?” A pretty caramel skinned woman asked him.

She was thick with ass and hips for days with long straight bundles that touched the top of her butt. She wore a fire red swimsuit with a red mesh cover-up over it. She reminded me of a video vixen or one of my favorite IG models.

“I’m not sure. I’ve got my family with me, so it’s whatever they want to do.”

“Well, let me know what you decide. Maybe I can fall through and hang out with you and your people.” The pretty baddie winked before she switched away with her booty bouncing all over the place.

“You see what I mean? She’s got me feeling like a lame ass nigga, but she’s the only person who doesn’t want me. What kind of shit is this?” Free fussed.