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Yg
BUZZZ! BUZZZZ! BUZZZ!! My hand moved to the dark oak night table where both of my phones laid. The blackberry spoke so it had to be business. I lazily answered.
"Hello?"
"It's Brandon. I got a call back from several models we just need to meet them later on today." I tapped the female next to me and pointed to the door. She scoffed but she knew what it was. I watched her chocolate naked ass jiggle as she walked out.
"Aight, the kontracts are already drawn up. I'll be there in an hour." I hung up when I got to my my bathroom. After doing my hygiene thang I picked out black sweatpants shorts with my RIP tupac sweater. Naturally chose my favorite gold chain while throwing on knee high white socks. The cleanest blood red converse rest on my feet with a bompton hat laid on my head. A nigga was looking nice if I do say so myself.
Ari
I was running a little late so I threw on my grey Alexander Wang's crop top and leggings to match.
"Hurry up Ari!! Traffic is getting crazy." Bev rolled her eyes at me and handed me my white adidas running shoes.
"Your my life saver boo."
We hopped in the car and made our way to the office building.
We got there ten minutes earlier than expected. Bev directed me to the conference room so we could get started on the meeting. When I entered I locked eyes with him first almost as if everyone else wasn't there. My eyes wondered to his pink lips he was biting. I was just thinking of how many tattoos he had under his long sleeved shirt.
"Hi Ariyanna and Beverly. I'm Brandon we here to discuss our business deal since you are a supermodel."
I gave a small smile while shaking his hand.
"This is Yg." He engulfed me with his delicious smelling cologne.
"Yeah I know who you are I listen to all your music."
"Oh word? That's dope."
"So where are you going in this project?" Bev spoke up taking control of the conversation.
"We plan on making this huge. Ariyanna would be the face of the woman's clothing so she will be everywhere." Brandon slid the contract over the oak desk.
"We'll look over this and get back to you tomorrow." As Bev turned to leave the office a hand grabbed my arm before I could leave behind her.
"Wassup? You just gon leave like that?"
"We gotta go look over some business stuff."
"Come on babygirl let me show you Bompton."
He was almost like the devil on my shoulder convincing me that I needed a break from everything.
"Ari you coming-"Bev looked at me with her phone in her perfectly manicured hand. I could tell she put the person on hold.
"I'll be back. I'll call you if I'm going be late." She started to say something but Yg pulled me away.
We stepped out the building and was immediately surrounded by cameras. He pulled me closer to him trying to shield me from the cameras. When we got to his car we hopped in and sped off.
"Where we going first?" He glanced over at me with a slight smirk.
"Just ride with me."
Yg
I saw the baddest females on tour but she topped all of them. Ariyanna fit perfectly near me and I'd be lying if I didn't look at dat fat ass when she walked in front of me.
"So Keenon Jackson-."
"Damn babygirl you looked up my government name? I hope you ain't the ops out here trying catch me slippin'"
"Nahhh I already told you I was obsessed with your music."
"Ok Ari damn didn't know you was obsessed with a young nigga." Her ears turned a blush red.
"Ahh I gotchu blushing like a little school girl." I laughed.
"You ain't got nobody blushing boy. It's just hot as hell in this car." She rolled her dark brown eyes into the air. I pulled the car into Roscoes Chicken n Waffles. Running over to open the car door for her, she looked at me amused.
"You a gentleman too? Imma have to snatch you up quick." I just shrugged my shoulders. My mama taught me to respect women that respect themselves. We got in the restaurant and got a table.
"So where you from?" I asked.
"I'm from New Orleans but I moved to Houston when Katrina hit." I could tell that she was hiding something from me but decided not to push it.
"Hi my name is Masey. I'll be your server for today. Would you like anything to drink?"
We talked for hours and hours about everything. I decided that we should leave before the restaurant closes.
"Now you gotta see the streets I grew up in."
Ari nodded in agreement.
"OH MY GOD STOP!" I stomped on the break.
"GIRL IS YOU BRAZY?!" She hopped out of the car and raced to a tagged wall. I hurried to park the car on the side of the road.
"We have to take a picture!" She was pointing to my name spray painted on the side of the building.
"I swear you gon make me kill you." I took out my phone and snapped a few pictures of us together.
"You wanna go back to my place?"
"I'm not one of your hoes that you can fuck and dip on, Keenon."  She glared at me.
"That's not what I meant babygirl. My house is just closer than your hotel," I said as I held up my hands in surrender.
"Mhmm. You ain't tricking me babyboy." Ari's guard walls fell down again but I could tell she was wary of me.
"You can drive me to your place but don't expect any play." I nodded and started to drive before she could change her mind.
As we arrived in the concrete driveway, I parked next to my jeep. I led her through the long beige doors and up to my king sized bed.
"Can I borrow a shirt?"
"Yeah." I threw a My Crazy Life tour shirt at her. I took off my shirt and put on basketball shorts.
"Your whole body is covered in art." She spoke while getting under the thick grey covers.
"My mama said I betta pray this rapping shit work out cuz this would never get me hired at a 9 to 5." I laid beside her.
"Would you go back to your lifestyle before?"
"To be honest I would probably been in jail or dead. I wasn't doin right." She snuggled up next to me and we fell asleep.