[Prospering || Book 3]

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»"can you tell the difference?..."

"This is a club. Those are bottles, and those, my friend, are the some of the baddest females in California, begging for some Tiller-Attention." DJ said as they entered the VIP section of the club.

"You really don't quit, do you?" Bryson laughed, "I said I'd come out to the club with you, I'm not trying to take nobody home, I gotta woman, remember?"

"Yea, yea. Listen, I'm not saying you have to take one of 'em home, I'm just saying enjoy your freedom while you have it."

"I'm already married, DJ." Bryson reminded him.

"But your wife ain't here, now is she? If you're scared of her, just say it." DJ teased.

"Now, why would be scared?" Bryson folded his arms and looked over at his friend.

DJ smirked before taking a shot and shrugging, "I don't know, man. Maybe Paris got you whipped."

Bryson rolled his eyes, "Man, you trippin' for real."

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Daphne and Harley had been tucked in for hours and it was taking every bit of energy in Paris' body to stay awake.

She'd been waiting for Bryson's call for the longest and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she spoke to him.

He did always speak to the girls, sometimes his shows finished too late but he always called Paris and it was almost three hours after the time he usually did.

"Uh, Bryson..." Paris groaned, looking at her phone one last time before sitting it on the nightstand, "He'll call in the morning.."

She turned her lamp off and tried to get some sleep. Eventually, she did fall asleep, but only after much tossing and turning. She was worried because every since she was little, a change meant something bad. Change was never good in her life, especially sudden change.

The next morning, the twins woke up before Paris and trotted into her room, climbing first onto the bed and then on her.

"Wake up, mommy!" Harley whined, jumping on the bed. Paris groaned and turned slightly, pulling Harley down mid-jump.

"Good morning, babies." She smiled and sat up, "How did you sleep?" As the girls talked, Paris reached for her phone and to her surprise, she had no missed calls.

"What do y'all want to eat for breakfast?" She asked, looking away from her phone screen.

"Grits! Then we call daddy?" Daphne asked.

"Uh, we can try. I think Daddy might be asleep. Let's go brush our teeth, ok?"

"Ok, mommy." The said simultaneously while scooting out of Paris' bed.

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Bryson was awoken by the bumping of tourbus, causing him to almost fall out of his bed.

"My bad, Bryson! That was just a pothole!" The bus driver call from the front.

Bryson just gave him a thumbs up and put his blanket over head. He had a horrible hangover and despite his vow to not drink, he had one too many... Bottles.

"I'm going to fuckin' kill DJ." He mumbled into his pillow. As if on queue, DJ hopped down from the bunk above Bryson and pulled his curtain back.

"Rise and shine, cupcake." He laughed, peeling the blanket from Bryson's face.

"I'm never going anywhere with yo ass again." Bryson groaned.

DJ sucked his teeth, "Come on, you're just a rookie, that's all. It's like when people first start working out, they're sore and in pain all the time but eventually, it becomes like second nature."

"So hangovers are second nature to you?"

"I don't even get hangovers, man." He laughed. "Now come on, we gotta do soundcheck for the show tonight."

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Sorry that it's a bit boring, it takes a minute for the story to really kick in. More interesting chapters coming soon.