TOUR | DAVE EAST

|CHAPTER FOUR|

*DAVE'S POV*
"You didn't tell me that you had Starasia Walker on your tour, bro."

Chris, one of my closest industry friends, said to me over the phone, mid conversation. That caught me off guard for a second.

"Yeah, nigga. I ain't think it was important. Why? Who told you?"

"Starasia herself. I ran into her at a restaurant last week. She was waiting for Tory, I was picking up my food. Anyways, I asked her to be in my new video for Warm Embrace. My people contacted her people, and it's going down next week."

It's now two days until the tour officially starts.

Shit's crazy. I'll be away from my girls for six whole months.

That's half a damn year.

"What the fuck is good with yah niggas, man?! You all have a crush on her?"

"Who else?"

"Shooter. This nigga is hella excited just to be on the road with her."

"I ain't gon lie, Star is bad as fuck. Then shorty told me I been her inspiration since she was a kid. Maybe she wanna fuck with me."

"Did you seem to forget that she's with your friend Tory? She don't wanna fuck you, nigga! If she did, she would've went to you and not Tory."

"You ain't been seeing the rumors going around and shit?"

"What rumors?"

"Tory allegedly sleeping around with Megan Thee Stallion. I'm starting to think that's why his ass was late to lunch with her."

Damn. That's crazy. Niggas like Tory Lanez make us all look bad.

"Damn. That sucks. But that's still bro code, though. That's ya boy. You would really sleep with his bitch?"

"If he's over there cheating on her with this one and that one, clearly he don't love her enough. You feel me?"

Chris laughed over the phone. I laughed as well, shaking my head.

"I can't with chu, Breezy. Look man, I'll hit chu soon. Imma spend these last two days with my girls."

"Bet. I guess imma see you next week when I swing up to pick up Star."

"See you then, man."

I then hung up the phone, walking downstairs where Millie was cooking breakfast.

Kairi and Kobi were laying on the couch, watching television together.

"Morning, boo. How did you sleep?"

I questioned Millie, walking into the kitchen and wrapping my arms around her waist from behind as she cooked.

"I slept well, baby. Thanks for asking."

"I ain't even feel you get outta bed this morning. My ass was knocked out."

"I see. You sleep like a baby."