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"𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓. Not today, James. I got my baby." Ashanti spoke into her phone with the person that helped her host, a frown on her face. He wanted her to host at the club tonight, but she wasn't up for it, being that she had Khaza, and it was her day off.
"It's $20,000, Ashanti." He tried to reason with her, but she rolled her eyes.
"My b— $40,000, come on." He cut off her rejection.
"Whatever, I'll be there soon." She mumbled, before hanging up. Who was she to turn down that type of money?
"Oh my god." She began to cry as she watched Khaza snuggle up to her as he slept. She did not wanna leave him. She hated her lifestyle so much.
It took her about 45 minutes to get dressed due to her taking a shower 30 minutes prior, and 35 minutes to do her makeup and hair. She was now choosing her purse that she would take. She took her choice on the silver one before grabbing her ringing phone.
"Hi, bae. Wassup?" She muttered, picking up Khaza, as he woke up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey. I can come get Za? He with you? My mama tryna' see him." Kentrell inquired, and she sighed in relief. She didn't wanna put him on her grandmother again.
"Um, yeah. Can you keep him til' three, please?" Ashanti bit her lip in nervousness, kissing Khaza's cheek as he held her face.
"In the morning?" Kentrell made sure, and she stayed quiet.
"Ashanti, Khaza never fuckin' sees you, mane. Stop playing with my son." He told her, and she pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Baby, I'm tryi—."
"And I told you, I would help you, but yo' ass so fucking stubborn. Get the fuck off my phone, bitch." He lastly gritted, before hanging up.
𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, Jaiden was grabbing Khaza from Ashanti, and he began to cry.
