Me'Lani

Chapter One

I woke up exhausted from the red carpet after party I had attended last night. When you leave Lil Wayne's section best believe you won't leave sober. The whole young money gang sure knows how to turn-up.

My iPhone six rang and I looked to see it was my home girl Crystal.

Crystal was my Puerto Maican princess. I got the name from her Puerto Rican and Jamaican ethnicity and she has what I have. The life of a princess and she's very pretty like me. We got rich differently. She dated multiple celebrities and milk them like cows. Seducing and sweet talking them out of their money and stashing it, stripping at Magic City, and being a video girl in the hottest music video's with the biggest rappers and singers.

I, on the other hand was Jamaican &' American grew up basically raising myself. My mom did her own thing when I turned sixteen and she claimed she didn't know who my dad was. I stop talking to her and started working nine to five jobs then went to go for a job interview for a modeling gig and ended up being the only one to show up and he got me on the cover of Vogue magazines, Ebony, and many others magazines, then I explored more options and started hosting popular events, once my name was out there,  I started my own clothing line "La'Flor" which is my last name. Once my bank account was through the roof I kept going but I'm taking a break since I basically own the Forbes list.

"Hello." I said in a sleepy voice.

"Me'Lani have you seen that new artist that Lord Don signed." She ranted.

Lord Don was one of the rawest producers out in Buck head Atlanta, well at least me and Crystal thought so. He was this fit, baby faced, well dressed, cocky guy, with a lot of money, nice things and a big house. He wanted to talk to me during Crystal and I video vixen days. I started the video vixen thing once a upon a time in my career because of him. I declined at first because I wanted a lead role. He then gave me what I wanted and I told him I would. Besides, I loved the jealously from the other bitches. That's the furthest me and Don went other than talking on the phone sometimes.

"Girl no. You know I'm not interested in these cocky ass 'I got it all' rappers."'

"Girl just go on Google real quick and type in Tre Roman." She impatiently said.

"He better be that fine girl." I said shaking my head leaning to my left and opening the top drawer of one of my night stands pulling out my Mac laptop and opening it up.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"Tre Roman." She answered.

I typed his name in Google and his picture popped up.

"Damn. You said he's a rapper?" I asked scrolling through his pictures.

He was a squared shaped head handsome fella, dark-skinned, looked about six two, swag through the roof, straight teeth, he looked as if God had took precious time out of his day to create him. He was just that handsome especially if I'm scrolling through his pictures getting a little moist.

"No. He sings and raps. More so of rapping. Girrrrl he sooo fine." She said as if she hadn't told me one hundred times already.

"Agreed."

"Okay, so get on the phone with Don so I can become his BabyMama." She demanded really begging.

"We might have to fight for this one Crystal." I told her.

"What? You don't even do relationships." She reminded me.

"Well there's a first time for everything." I said licking my lips.

He might be able to get me out my panties. That'll be the first rapper to succeed.

"Okay. Make the call and hit me up." Crystal said.

"Okay girl." I said then hung up. "Why must I be the connect."

After freshening up and putting on a comfortable fitted dress and curling my hair I started to head downstairs to cook me some breakfast, until my phone rang.

"It was Don."

Oh thank God right on time.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hey wassup baby girl you busy?" He asked.

"Na. Why? Wassup." I asked.

"I have this new artist who wants to meet you. Think you can slide?"

"Sure who?" I asked acting oblivious.

"Tre Roman he found out I knew you and practically beg me to meet you but don't tell em I said that though."

"Ironically enough Crystal feels the same way about him. She's a big fan." I told him.

"That's wassup bring her wit you then we at the main studio." He said.

"Aight. See y'all in a bit." I said then hung up and continued to start on my breakfast then have Crystal meet me at the studio.

Good thing Tre Roman was already a fan.