Chapter 7: Dominique

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Chapter 7: Dominique

            After breakfast, I somewhat recovered from my hangover, and Ava came over.  I washed the dishes from the large breakfast that Chinno had cooked. Who would’ve known a man like him can cook?

            “So what’s up with you and that Tez guy?” I asked Ava.

            Ava’s grin turned wide soon as she heard his name. “After the club, we went and caught a 12 o’ clock movie, we got to know each other, and today, we have a date.” She blushed.        

            “Y’all didn’t do the nasty?” I asked laughing not being able to hold a straight face.

            “The real question is did you and Chinno do the nasty?” She asked flipping the script on me.

            I shrugged my shoulders playfully. “If we did, I don’t remember.  Seriously, he says we didn’t so I believe him.  After all, I think I’d know if we did anyway.  Chinno did fill me in on the stuff I don’t remember. I vomited all over him and myself.” I turned red once again. “I’m so embarrassed about that.”

            Ava nodded. “I told you not to have more than one drink. Last night you were so tore up that you asked me was I going to get some dick. You yelled it at the top of your lung too. On top of that, you forced Chinno to dance with you. That was some funny shit.” She laughed.

            My face burned. “Oh shut up!” I snapped.

            She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t get mad at me, you knew better.” She warned.

            I rolled my eyes and sipped on my bottle of water.  Then I cradled my head in the palm of my hands. “That’s my last time getting drunk; those hangovers ain’t shit to play with.” Just when I said that, my phone began to ring.           

            I checked the caller ID then I frowned. It was my dad calling. I looked up at Ava, and Ava was giving me the eye to answer it. “You better answer it or else he’ll make a trip over here.” She warned.

            I picked up my phone and put it to me ear.  I regretted my decision soon as put the phone up to my ear. “Hello.” I said with a small voice.

            “You know you fucked up, right?” My dad questioned.

            “You’re telling me.  I’m paying for it right now.” I said with a voice slightly above a whisper.

            Daddy huffed for a moment. “I warned you, DD.  I tried to say you from experiencing how tough the media can be.”

            “I know, I know, but hey, I have to learn from experience, Daddy.”

            “A fool learns from his own mistakes. The wise man learns from the mistakes of others.” He said in a harsh tone.

            “Can you just chill? I don’t need the media, you, and Ava on my back.” I huffed.

            He laughed. “I see she started chewing you out before me, huh? You know the media thinks that you and Chinno are a thing, right? It’s been all over blogs, magazines, and on TV.” He laughed some more.

            “So what if we were really dating?”

            “I didn’t check that nigga yet.  Y’all aren’t dating unless I say so.  I trust Chinno though. When I look at him, I think of me.”

            I smiled at Ava. “So Daddy, I want your permission for something.”

            “Oh shit.” He sighed.

            “It’s not much.  Chinno and I were talking, and. . .”

            “And?”

            “He wants me to be in his music video to his song, ‘That’s Me’.”

“Shut up!” Ava squealed excitedly but I held up my hand silencing her.

“ I know you don’t like me getting involved with your artists, but I really want to be in the music video to my favorite song.”

            “What are his intentions for this video?” He asked sternly.

            “I already set out my standards for the video, and he meets all of the criteria. You know you raised a respectable young woman so I told him I couldn’t be treated any less than that on the video.  Just think of the money that that music video will pull in. The media already thinks that we’re an item so that’ll toss a little gasoline into the fire. That’ll have so much money pouring in just think of the interviews, the music video, his song, the album—”

            “That’s enough, DD. I’ll talk to you later.” His voice sounded a little more harsh than usual.

            “Bye Daddy, I love you.” Both of us hung up. I looked at Ava. “He’s tough to convince. I think that was a no.”

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