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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟲

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟭𝟲

𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧.

His fingers flowed along the white piano keys—so talented, so effortless, and magnetically pulling DMG first lady to the sound after exiting the restroom, sniffling and pinching her nose. The 120mm high stiletto heels of the TOM FORD pumps connected with the hardwood, stumbling over a little, but caught her footing with the wall. She giggled quietly at herself, and rubbed her hands down her thick figure that was outfitted in Heron Preston.

She flipped her body wave lace over her right shoulder, and turned into the recording studio to find the executive producer of DMG. He was feeling the RNB tunes he played, and the next song he transitions into, she recognized.

"With all my heart, I love you, baby," she croons wit the piano tune, all while alerting De of her presence, and he quit playing the keys as she approached. "Why'd you stop? Don't want me singing to you no more?"

"Whud up wit it, Che?" his gaze trailed her figure, taking in how every curve of hers was on display, "Thought you was outta town on yo tour?"

"Still am on tour, gotta show in L.A. tomorrow night and thought I drop by to work on some new tracks. Amanda wants me to release CM9 Remixed—get known artist to remix the tracks, add four new ones, and imagine my surprise when I see your Porsche Turbo. Is it fate?" Che eyed him intently, pulling the blunt out of his mouth, and placed it in hers.

"You do know I'm in a whole relationship, right?"

"Your quad-lationship?" Che smirks, holding the blunt with her lips as she pulled herself up onto the piano, "I've heard. Y'all looked nice on the red carpet. They all sexy," she compliments, "Why you never asked me join?"

De held deep eye contact wit her, starting to grab the blunt she offered back to him, but Che brushed his hand away for one purpose. He allowed her to place it between his lips, and took his own puff all while noticing her pupils.

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