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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟴
"Ima go ahead and cancel rehearsal for today," Dover spoke over the phone wit her longtime manager, Rohan, and sitting out on the patio wit a blunt lit in her hand. Since hearing the news about her man's mother, there was no way she would be able to focus on singing, and choreography when her man's heart as heavy as it was currently.
No one in the world would've believed a twenty-one year vet in the music industry would be wit a man that spent fourteen years in prison. Not even her fanbase, Flock, ever thought since Dover's image to those watching her grow up was clean, drama free, and the perception of someone like De before getting to know his backstory, was what Flock, assumed of him.
One night in a music biz after party after an award show, Dover bumped into the Grim-KORDZ she was hearing all about in the music industry, and the music vet was shocked that the person was one of the Booker Brothas. That name alone had been holding weight, so the singer knew his face. They were everywhere—on billboards, magazines, commercials, naming a few. Dover was instantly attracted to the dark chocolate, nineties kinda fine male in front of her and suggested they leave the celebrity event to converse alone, and privately.
Although Dover should've had her bodyguards, Bruce and Omer, wit her, the singer ditched them too and went to a place that overlooked Hollywood, taking in that scenery wit De and blunts.
In De's mind, wit the image Dover gave off to the public, he would've never thought she would partake in what he was on, and honestly, the singer thought she'd never have anything in common wit the Long Beach gangsta. But they were both proved that the saying to never judge a book by its cover was a serious one. They ignored every call from their people, getting to know every inch of each other verbally.
There was an immediate understanding between the two in the beginning, both still fucking other women. Dover knew about Che, and De knew about her women. It was no secret that the Dover Saint loved women. Once she hit nineteen, and was outta that puppy love era in her girl group, Dover really embraced her womanhood in her first solo album, and allowing the world see her love for both sexes.
