Honey (A Keith Powers Story)

Chapter 5: Fate after fate

After my long workout and me winning both of my matches this week. I convinced my girl to celebrate my victory with me. It was an all white club at Fahrenheit club. My guy Chres was going to hook us up with a VIP table. I haven't even had time to celebrate my success so I was going to tonight. I placed on my white polo on along with my white pants. "Babe how do I look? Sev came in twirling around. I was stunned for a second, she hasn't dressed up in a while. "Hellooooo? She laughed snapping her finger.

I chuckled "My bad babe, you look really beautiful" I said. She smiled "Aww really? She asked.

"Yeah when do you not look beautiful" I argued putting on my Nikes. "Stop it your making me blush" she said. "That's my job as well with other things" I walked by her smacking her ass. "Ouch Ju.. you play too much" she said grabbing her purse. I picked up my ringing phone looking at who it was. I quickly answered it, it was my little brother Omari.

"Wassup bro" I answered.

"Am I still on this VIP list? He asked. I laughed at how pressed he was being. "Yes nigga, your still on the list" I said.

"Look I'm just making sure B, I don't want to be looking crazy" he said.

Honey

I slightly turned my body looking at my booty poke through my nude dress. Today I would be taking pictures for Club Fahrenheit which was great. I needed as many gigs as possible. I needed my Instagram Honey Photography to get to 10k or even higher. I wanted to start doing photo-shoots for celebrates. I had a big vision for my brand and I wanted it to be perfect. I grabbed my cannon camera placing it around my neck. I heard a knock on my bathroom door. I opened it for my sister Hennessey.

"Hey Hen" I said. "You heard me knocking on your door" she scoffed. "I didn't hear you, you know King is working on his beats. Got my neighbors complaining " I said fixing my curls. "Tell him to turn that shit down" she said rolling her eyes. Hen hated my boyfriend King. She claims he's a bum and that I can do so much better. Truth was I was growing tired of him. He quit his government job to pursue his dream in rapping. Which I can understand but you also have bills to pay.

"You can do so much better. I will pop that nigga deadass" she said. "Come on let's go" I said. We walked passed him on his MacBook.

"Where you going? He asked taking his earphones off. "She's going out don't worry about her" she said.

"Hen relax" I said. "I'll be outside" she rolled her eyes walking to the door.

"You need to control your sister. I'm tired of her ass" he scoffed getting from off my leather sofa

"She just wants what's best for me" I said. "Oh and I'm not" he said walking closer to me. I rolled my eyes at King ever since he quit his job. He walks around here with an attitude and entitlement like he pays the bills. He gets a little check once a month for serving in the military but it doesn't help for this New York living.

"You need to get your shit together" I said.

"What? He jumped. "Uhhh you need to get your shit together. Come on King you got food all down my white leather couch. You can't sit here all day and not do anything" I complained.

"I am doing shit; I'm working on this rapping shit. I'm going to the studio this week. What are you talking about? He asked.

I sighed "I'll talk you later, cuz I know you'll be here" I said.

"Yeah okay and pull your dress down... tight ass dress"he scoffed as I closed the door on him.

I opened the door to her car getting in. I sat down quiet, I was so frustrated with him and I wasn't happy. I had thoughts on breaking up with him but we had so much history. I've been with him since my junior year of college.