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A woman is on the rise of becoming a successful woman, and a native of a poor Midwestern city. Donald DeGrate Junior is a successful musician and producer from Virginia. They each...
Today- well now yesterday was De's birthday and we're on tour. You want to know what we did for his birthday? You probably already know that we are partying. We're just young and want to have fun. De left his own party early and it's past midnight. He stayed at the party for like and hour and a half. We are in Europe on tour at the moment AND we don't have a show until the day after tomorrow, so you know we getting buck wild! We're currently touring in the United Kingdom. DeVanté's girlfriend is here as well but he doesn't know it. We've been partying all day and DeVanté got tired and went to his room.
"Hello?" I answered my phone. I had to talk loud because the music was blasting.
"I'm down at the lobby." Sherie told me.
"Alright. I'm on my way down." I told her.
I left from the party and went to De's room to make sure he ain't have no other women in the room. I'm not trying to get him caught up. I know De says that he doesn't cheat but you never know these days. DeVanté is unpredictable.l and especially because Rolita is here. Everybody knows about him and Rolita. I opened the door quietly and walked in. I have an extra key. Being in tour, sometimes we don't want to wake up because we're so exhausted.
"De?" I called out walking further away from the door.
De jumped when he saw me. "Nigga, I was just about to take my draws off and you sneakin' in my room." He told me.
"Fuck is you gettin' naked duh anyways?" I frowned at him, disgusted.
He squinted at me. "Nigga, I'm about to get my ass in the shower. Somethin' you don't know nothin' about." He laughed.
"Nigga, stop bullshittin'. I'm never a dirty nigga." I laughed.
"I know, but the the fuck you want?" He asked me.
"Oh- um-" I looked down and patted my pockets and pulled out my phone. "I was wondering if this was your phone? I found it on the floor where you was standing." I quickly let out.
"Nahh, nigga. My phone is right here." He said pointing to the dresser.
"Oh, okay. Lemme go then. Get yo funky ass in the shower nigga!" I yelled walking away. I heard something being thrown my way but he missed.
"A'ight, nigga. Fuck outta my room so I can think of some new shit and rest." He laughed.
I left and closed the door behind me. Then I got in the elevator and headed towards the lobby. Sherie is bad as hell. She kind of looks like Whitney Houston in the face and body but she's from up north; Chicago, Illinois. Sherie likes to party like us. Shit, she party's way more than DeVanté. She's also very laid back so De hit the lotto with this one. They have been dating for a little while now.
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