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"I respect the grind, but I respect you way more"
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The sky was painted a midnight blue as the stars were beautifully scattered across the dark canvas, cars in traffic in the city where the strip was always lit up at night in Los Angeles, drunken conversations amongst people walking down sidewalks, and every building and store lit up to its brightest.
The limousine came into a complete stop as Val got out and opened the door for his client and well known friend, "man why are we spending our Friday night here again?" The slim darker complexion male asked as his black Gucci loafer step foot onto the concrete, he slightly fixed his lime green suit as Rakim stood next to him checking his Cartier watch.
"Look T all I'm saying is to let loose ight? It's a gentlemen club so it's not so rowdy look we'll only be here for a good hour how about it?" He flashed his pearly whites at him jokingly which lead Tyler to roll his eyes in annoyance, clubs really weren't his thing by this time he would most likely be at home and in bed by 8 o clock, but rakim had other plans for the two.
The atmosphere was seductive but surrounded with pool tables, cigar and weed smoke, Older and richer men, and beautiful women of all shapes,sizes, and races all scattered catering to customers all around. Tyler looked around as rakim went to go shake a few familiar faces hands, little did he know Tyler was only here to see one person.
HER.
He took a seat at the bar where he normally did to start conversation with Camille the bartender and inside man for him, " how is she?" he asked a bit concerned but also curious, Camille chuckled shaking her head as she placed down a mug to pour him a small matcha tea," she's good, got into a little fight but she's fine" Camille hesitated on the last sentence making Him raise his eyebrow in confusion but he took a sip of his tea anyways.
"When are you gonna stop being a pussy and present yourself to her? She's been wondering who paid for her tuition" Camille stopped cleaning the counter at the moment to look at him, Tyler couldn't help but sigh rubbing his smooth face in frustration. " how do you tell a stripper oh yea I'm the anonymous nigga that's been giving you checks for the past 3 months, do you hear yourself Camille?" He retorted back, he second guess ever meeting her face to face but her Beauty, her energy, was too powerful to uphold up close at least that's what the witty male thought.
"Listen, ever since i saw her for the first time I've been nothing but fascinated hell I'm fucking whipped Camille and I haven't even spoke to her, now when you told me she danced for school tuition, and her moms hospital bills you knew I had all that covered but yet she's still here... why?" Before she could answer that he looked back to see who he was looking for, the curvylicious brown skinned beauty he's been waiting for all along, Tyler quickly downed the rest of his tea before making sure his fade look presentable before walking up to the manager of the establishment.
