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Chapter 38: Play Boy

Tremaine

"You good?"

"I'm straight Mack. I can't trip off that shit. Whatever."

"Have you talked to her?"

"I'on really want to hear that right now. Fuck her."

"Well I saw the video to her radio interview with Angie online. You know that shit done went viral, almost at six hundred thousand views from yesterday."

"Mack.."

"She said they were just friends. I think you should talk to her."

"Laive said the same shit about me. Or do you not remember that interview?"

Mackson was speechless.

"I'on care about that shit no more. Fuck HER." Tremaine sipped the Hennessey from his cup, "As long as she making me money, we good."

A text notification sounded off on his phone and when he saw the name he was pissed off all over again.

Baby Girl: Can you just answer the phone? I didn't know he was going to do that Tremaine. I don't have control over other people. I haven't had a chance to talk to him, but I promise I will. I wasn't trying to embarrass you or anything.

Damn.

Laive was right, she couldn't control other people's actions. Tremaine took an hour before he responded.

I'm mad right now, we'll talk about it when I get...

He would never betray her like that. Tremaine knew how important privacy was to Laive. Even if they had been in a relationship, Laive probably wouldn't tell people until they were married. And even then, she'd probably keep posts on it at a minimum. That's just who she was. But this is the same girl who didn't let him take pictures or videos of her for his camera roll, and this nigga had a whole picture collage and video montage to post? Nah.

He erased it.

Fuck all that.

Tremaine: Fuck off my phone with that Laive

Baby Girl: I really didn't know he was going to do that. He had asked to just be friends the night before. I didn't know!

Tremaine: Laive, get the fuck off my phone. Fucking making me look stupid, Fuck you

He waited eleven minutes on her response. The gray dots had been lingering at the bottom of his screen the entire time and finally disappeared. He no longer gave a fuck.

Mackson shook his head, "Well I got to head back anyway. Supposed to be meeting up with the wife. Don't have too much fun out here Trey. Real life still waiting on you."

Lighting his cigar, Tremaine leaned back on the white deck seating, "Aye Mue, where the girls at?"

Mackson walked off the yacht and stepped onto the dock, "Y'all both playing with fire this time. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"No doubt."

They had been sailing upwind for about three and half hours as the sun set. The girls weren't in shortage as Tremaine played a track list of unreleased music and relaxed in the jacuzzi on the backside of the deck.

In his own world, he was smoking a blunt, using his arms to rest on the outside rim, and held his red cup of Hennessey in the left hand. Laive had him all fucked up. Tremaine had given her everything she wanted. He cut off people for her, made sacrifices for her, and was even trying to learn himself so that he could be the man that Laive needed. And what did she do?