Tamar Braxton's Daughter *Not Edited*

Chapter 25

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Feel Sexy. Be Sexy.

"Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else
(Hey)
Gonna love myself, no, I don't need anybody else
(I love me)
Can't help myself, no, I don't need anybody else
Anytime, day or night"

I watch myself in the mirror as I dance. My body is looking good but I am yet to work on my moves. Right now everything is pretty basic.

After a while of trying to seduce Val through the music, I give up. I pause the music and I turn to face him.

"How's that?" I cross my arms and give him a straight face. I roll my eyes as he shrugs and continues practising the next routine for his dance with my mum.

I'm currently at the DWTS studios while Tamar is away at The Real filming several episodes.

I grab my water bottle and I take a small sip before sealing it and putting it down.

I stand for a moment waiting for Val to acknowledge my presence. For the past few days his been ignoring him and I know that I'm a minor but his a good kisser, it's not as if I'm sleeping with him.

I pick up my gym bag, phone and then I leave. What's the point?

I check the time on my phone only to see that it's about 12:38pm. I'm attending a self defence class in a couple of days and I don't know how I feel about it.

I stand outside the studio for a few minutes. I'm lonely as hell.

I'm practically American/British, I have no friends and my family don't even speak to me. Great life!

I know this is going to sound stupid and it's really embarrassing but I don't even know when my birthday is.

In England my father never celebrated anyone's birthday so over time I forgot ALL about it and I'm completely clueless as to when it is.

Tamar's health has been getting worse and occasionally she can't even come in to film the Real.

I'm getting hate on my Instagram page from people claiming that I'm a liar and that I'm a devil child since I got my father killed. A lot is going on and it's hard trying to keep it all in.

I turn and walk back into the studio. I drop my bag at the entrance and slid my phone against the wall.

I take off my red trackie top leaving me only black sleeveless sparkly top and mini skirt. My scars are all exposed and for the first time I'm ok with it.

I stretch for a couple of minutes before I get into the Aphrodite pose, the one with the hands behind her head. I move my hips from side to side before letting my left hand trail down my body in a seductive manner.

I'm about to stalk over to Val, who is staring at me, and you'll never who just walked in.

"Heyyy Tianaa." I stop and look towards the door making sure to smile.

"Aunt Trina! What are you doing here?" I run over to her pulling her into a hug.

She laughs before pulling away, "The question is... What are you doing?" She motions to my clothes.

"Dancing. Shouldn't you be in Atlanta?" She clearly hasn't seen Val yet.

She looks around and spots Val, who is dancing again. She gives me a thumbs up, "I just stopped by to see my niece who clearly is too busy... dancing." She gives me a not so subtle wink.

I purse my lips at her.

"You have a HOT dancing partner who looks an awful a lot like Tamar's Dancing with the Stars partner Val Chmer-vkkgvr."I cover my face as she makes stupid noises trying to pronounce his surname.

"It's actually Chmerkovskiy." A sweaty Val pulls up next to me. He extends his hand out for Trina to shake.

She gladly excepts, she even gives his bicep a quick squeeze as he tenses it.

"We gots to go." I pick up my trackie top and my phone. I walk back over to them, I bend down quick to pick up my bag. "Trina, you ready?"

"We can stay a little longer, Tiana." She really trying it.

"Don't you have to call Jacent?" I put my hand on my hip. She ignores me and continues a conversation with Val. I swear that Canadian accent that comes out of nowhere is confusing like you were born in Maryland, get it together.

Trina shamelessly flirts with Val and if you know Trina then you know that she is very... loud, dramatic and touchy with herself?

I kiss my teeth really loud before storming past them and towards the door.

"Tiana?" Val says while laughing.

"Screw you Val." I pout before stomping around like a brat. "TRINA I'M HUNGRY!"

"OK, we're going to go get some tapas." I pull a face, I don't want snacks. "You're welcome to join."

Val gives her a nervous laugh before giving me a quick glance. I cross my arms and give him a look.

"I'm fine, got to work on my routine for the next performance."

"Oh yes, TEAM VALENTAY!" Ok, cheerleader Trina.

"Team Let's Go Hey!!" I cheer before letting my smile drop. I drop my bag and quickly get into my trackie top, I'm suddenly not liking the idea of my scars being on show.

"Okk Tia-Monster." Trina laughs before giving Val a quick hug and walking out. She smells... fruity and like she had a few drinks.

"She's got a boyfriend and children." I say matter of factly and he shrugs. "Don't flirt with her."

Val laughs before pulling me in for a sweaty but sweet hug. "I wasn't and you're still young for me." He pulls away and ruffles my hair. "Now get outta here trouble."

I pull a kissy face at him ahead of leaving and getting into the car that Trina is in. I know it's hers because it's the only car there.

"So, Tia-Monster, how would you feel about helping me recruit staff for Bar Chix?" Trina looks at me with a smile on her face.

"I'm 17 and besides you live in Atlanta." I pull my hair up into a ponytail and let it go as soon as I realise that I have no hair band.

"Well... Tamar will pay for your flight to Atlana and you'll stay with me for a bit and help me get this whole Bar Chix thing going on. Plus TAM-WAM is going to be there." She starts hooting like a mad woman.

"You definitely been drinking Tri Tri." I widen my eyes at her. I check the phone on my time. "It's 1:06 pm."

"IF YOU DIDN'T COME TO PARTY THEN YOU BETTER GO HOME!" She starts hollering and all I can do is give her the stank face.