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"Girl he just won't let up huh?" Zaire asked over the phone
"Nope." I said dry texting Larry back
Since I gave him my number he's been trying to get to know me better and all of that other shit. I keep cordial with a hey or sometimes I just don't reply back at all. I was truly hoping he got the message about me not wanting to deal with him.
And it's not like he was a ugly guy. He was cute but the over thirsty-ness just made him so unattractive.
"Girl I can't believe you still texting him after Joey damn near chewed ya ass out last week about him."
"One, Joey ain't my daddy. Two, he ain't chew nobody out." I replied rolling my eyes as I strolled my suitcase to my driver that was waiting outside of the airport
He took my bag and placed it in the trunk before opening the backseat for me.
"Thank you." I said
He gave me a smile "You're welcome, Ms. Moore."
Soon he got in the driver seat and buckled up before pulling off.
"Girl your ass was struggling to defend yourself in that studio." Zo said laughing
I rolled my eyes "Shut up."
Joey was upset though but we all knew why.
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"And when I come back from Philly we have that festival to do in Coney Island and a few more performances and then a couple of weeks later we have fashion week." I said going down the work schedule with Joey
"Fashion week?" He asked
I nodded "Yeah you don't know what that is?"
"Nah, i mean I be hearing people say it but i don't shit about it."
"Joey you been in the music industry for how long now?"
