Devante Swing, known as Mr SWING. One of the most powerful men in the music industry. He runs his own record label in New York City called "SWING RESIDENT". Everybody who was everybody wanted to work there for or with him. But the chances were very...
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I sat still in the chair that was reserved for me, flipping through the jets magazine as I was getting my hair did by this girl name Tamela. Today I will be shooting the video to my first single 'He Mines'. This guy name Hype Williams is filming it, he's an upcoming music video director. Well he's not really upcoming cause he been out, but people really don't get into him just yet. Which I don't know why cause his directing skills are ahead of time.
I looked up in the mirror at my reflection, seeing Tam was now done curling my real hair. Devante said I shouldn't wear a wig, I should just dye my real hair blonde and that's exactly what I did. It's crazy how I do everything this man tell me to do when usually NO MAN could ever tell me what to do! This contract got a tole over me and I hate it. I'm fed UP with this shit. Every little thing I do is a violation of my contract. It's is so annoying. I just want these 6 months to be over with already cause this whole week was an eye opener.
Literally AN EYE OPENER! I took one last look in the mirror admiring my face. The makeup blended so well with my skin. I'm surprised the makeup artist didn't peep my eye. It was a little swole but nobody had noticed. I still look good that's all that mattered.
"You like it?" Tamela asked, snapping me out of my gaze. I was staring in the mirror like I just got hypnotized or something.
"Yes it's nice, thank you so much Tam" I got up from the seat and gave her a hug. This wasn't the first time she did my hair. She actually did those braids that was in my head for the guys listening party.
"Anytime girl" she smiled, taking a seat in the chair I was sitting in.
I grabbed my bag and made my way into the restroom to change into this silk black two piece lingerie set. I would've definitely got a red one, but y'all already know who said get the black one. I swear that's dude favorite color. All he know is black and grey, those depressed ass colors.
When I entered the restroom I already saw Devante standing by the counter FUCK he looks so good. He had on his black baggy jeans with no shirt. I just wanted to melt right in his arms, those tattoos made him 10x sexier. But what caught me off guard was he didn't have them dark sunglasses on. You would never really catch him without them on, so to see him without them on is rare and very pleasing. His hazel green eyes landed right on me, making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
I took a deep breath, closed the door, and walked over towards the sink where he was. I grabbed the two piece out of my bag and sat it down on the counter. I took off the clothes I had on and peeped that he was staring at me biting down on his bottom lip. I really wasn't talking to him at this moment. That shit he pulled at their listening party wasn't cool at all. EMBARRASSING AND GHETTO!!
First he have this unknown girl all over him, you know whispering and touching all over him. I didn't say NOTHING! But soon as he see me talking to Static he get mad, and make me walk around the club with his cum on the side of my face. That's not even all, he was going to make me top him off in front of the guys in their VIP section, but decided to go against him. So boom I'm off the hook, but I get into a fight with Radiah and her side kick Lashawn. After I fought both of them I left and went to his crib. Soon as I get there I don't see him nowhere in sight-
