The hype of the Hotline Bling video seemed to gravitate everyone's attention from Tae and Draya's intimate nudes that had been plastered on social media sites for three days now. It was funny how fame worked. You were popular one minute and just as fast as the 15 seconds came they went even faster. Tae had no problem with this, her phone slowly died down from being tagged in comments and sites carrying the messy story/photos and were quickly replaced with links, memes, and reactions to her boyfriend's music video.
This was the difference between Tae and Draya. Tae didn't want her personal relations in the media she didn't want people knowing about who she was fucking, she didn't want to be followed around by multiple cameras for what people thought was "reality tv" she didn't care for her name being on every website, and she avoided paparazzi every time she could. She liked being behind the scenes.
Draya, on the other hand, was the type of woman to publicly tweet where she would be so paparazzi could be there to take photos of her, she was linked to multiple male celebrities from Chris Brown, to Meek Mills, to Fabolous, and a handful of professional athletes. Her reoccurring appearance on Basketball Wives dubbed as a "jump off" put every bit of her life on tv, and what better way to get more attention than to be the ex-girlfriend of Drake's new girlfriend.
Draya sat outside on the restaurant patio. She scrolled her phone as she waited for her fiancé to meet up with her, after Orlando expressed his discomfort with her being apart of Basketball Wives he made it clear to her that either she leave the show or he leaves her.
"Seriously Draya, of all the places we could of met, you had to pick a public ass restaurant!?" Orlando stood over Draya, the annoyed look on his face clearly showed that he was bothered by her actions and her need for constant attention from the outside world.
"It's not even that public, we're in the back patio it's not like people are looking out for us, damn calm down." She said back rolling her eyes and turning the screen of her iPhone off.
Orlando pulled the chair from the table taking a seat across from Draya, a tall white guy dressed in all black and a bright red tie and a name tag that read "Peter" made his way over to the table place a tall clear glass of ice water in front of Orlando. "Would you both like to place your order now, or do you need more time?" He asked with a smile on his face looking between Draya and Orlando.
"No, not yet. We'll call you over when we're ready." Orlando said looking at the name, and sliding the menu to the side of the table, the waiter smile then nodded making his way back to the inside of the restaurant.
"Baby, I been thinking about what colors I wanted for the wedding..." Before she could finish he cut her off.
"Draya, there's not going to be any colors.... No wedding, none of that." Orlando spoke as he pinched the brim of his nose in between his thumb and index finger, his eyes closed tight as a headache began to surface just that fast.
"What!.... WHAT!? What do you mean no wedding! Orlando!?" Draya's voice began to raise multiple octaves while slamming her hand on the table and leaning forward.
"This shit not working, I can't keep doing this. This messy shit you got going on. Always fighting with bitches, leaking nudes for no reason." Orlando leaned back in his chair as he spoke looking at Draya.
"She threatened me Orlando! What was I supposed to do!?" Draya said in defense leaning forward almost standing up in her chair.
"DRAYA SHE....... Draya, she asked you to stop talking about her and your past relations. She asked to stop talking down on her name. That's it what the fuck you mean she threatened you." Orlando said looking around as he lowered his voice realizing how loud he got out of frustration.
"She threatened to take my business Orlando!"
"BECAUSE YOU WOULDN'T SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Orlando couldn't hold his frustration at Draya's stupidity and reasoning for leasing nude photos. "I'd threaten to take your shit too! I'm done with this messy shit. I'm done."
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The line of black SUV's pulled up to the airplane clearing strip. Two jets sat side by side waiting for Drake and his crew to arrive to take them to Vegas, it was going on 8:00 and Drake would be turning 29 in less than five hours. As the crew split up on both jets Drake placed his hand on Tae's lower back as she walked up the jet steps in front of him. The flight to Vegas from California took no more than two hours considering the two states sat next to one another
Videos of arriving to the jet, Drake on the plane, landing in Vegas. The whole trip was being documented through IG and Snapchat by friends and family. Drake sat in one of the cream colored reclining chairs, as he had a conversation with his friend Chubbs Tae on his lap as she scrolled through her phone. Drake's hand naturally rested on Tae's thighs as she leaned back on his chest.
Drake's phone lit up with birthday wishes from friends and family, fan artwork and colleges of their favorite Drake photos, they poured in. It was alarming to see how much love people had for him over the year of 2015 he had managed to set his popularity in stone. He had managed to prove just how marketable he was all on his own, without the help of big names, or cosigning from this group or that business partner. He proved that he was more than just a rapper. He was not only setting records, but he was breaking records as well.
As the plane landed the row of black SUV's waited, pulling up to the Vegas hotel was almost a home away from home, Drake had spent a large amount of time in Vegas even when it wasn't his birthday. Drake's birthday dinner was the first thing on the list of duties.
"I need y'all to hold his attention, so I can get to the restaurant, to check on everything." Tae said pulling Chubbs to the side.
"How you expect us to do that!? As soon as your hand ain't linked with his, he's going to want answers." Chubbs said giving Tae a very stale face as if she already knew this was going to be a hard task.
"Just keep him busy, please. I'll call when everything is ready." She said as she ran off, trying to not waste any more time. Chubbs threw his arms up in defeat as he watched her jog off. He turned his attention to his best friend that already looked like he was about to ask where his girlfriend was.
Chubbs and the rest of the crew managed to keep Drake's attention long enough for Tae to sneak off to the restaurant to make sure everything was perfect. The hotel lobby flooded with OVO crew members. Laughter and screaming bounced off the beautiful marble walls of the Caesar's Palace the biggest go-to hotel in Vegas. There was nothing that the Palace didn't offer.
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