Below The Belt

VIII|Image Control

||Chapter Eight||

Dedicated to BlueDiamond_

"And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to/But I'm not him, aight Slim? So watch what you do"-DMX, "Up in Here"

FIFTY-ONE DAYS UNTIL THE WEDDING...

DAME COLLINS sat patiently, as his publicist briefed him on the hosting party thrown in Teyana's and his honor. This was the first time the cast was getting together since the debacle between Teyana and Shante. Shante decided not to press charges so the case wouldn't go to court or be pursued, but it served as a reminder that fighting was not to be tolerated.

He looked over at Teyana who looked unfazed by everything going on around her. His wife could be a pain sometimes, but she was his pain no doubt. The office space was a little stale for his liking, but he'd be partying in no time.

Dame didn't really care for reality television, but he agreed to make some appearances for his baby. The cameras rolled as they discussed the situation and he tried to pretend they weren't there.

"That was a crazy altercation babe, what were you thinking?" Dame asked her.

"Nothing but fuck that bitch up. It's simple, she came for me, and I had to lunge for her," Teyana said matter of factually. She brushed her blonde wig out of her face. Teyana was done with the situation. She wanted nothing more to do with it.

"Okay people, the hosting is supposed to be drama free no more madness and to ensure this we will have security so don't be stupid," Dame's publicist Marshall said. All eyes went straight to Teyana.

"Oh, you all have nothing to worry about I plan to be on my best behavior," Teyana crossed her legs. Dame searched his future wife's face looking for any signs of insincerity. When he detected none, he let out a sigh of relief.

They might just be able to make it through the night after all.

***

"Babe, you've spent forever going through dresses, can you pick one already?" Dame asked impatiently. Teyana rolled her eyes as she continued going through the dresses around her. Some were still on the rack, while others that had been rejected formed a pile around her on the floor.

Dame sat back down on the bed taking in the view. Here his beautiful future wife stood. Her caramel complexion and voluptuous curves reminded him of dessert. Something someone in his sport couldn't have too much of, however he couldn't help it. She was so damn delicious he had to cheat his diet from time to time. His eyes were completely glued to her frame from the moment she bent down and exposed her full rear end to when she raised up.

"Baby, what do you think about this one?" Teyana lifted the brown Fendi dress up to her naked frame.

Dame was about to complain some more but decided to change his approach to get her to hurry up.

"I know that's the one baby, hurry up and put it on so I can tear it off you when we get home."

He watched her slip on the dress and walk into the bathroom to finish getting ready at her vanity table. Dame laid back on the bed and sighed, he already couldn't wait to get home from the party. He was really a homebody and didn't care much for going out if it wasn't about money or boxing, he wasn't fuckin' with it.

Dame's phone rang and he instantly reach beside him, "Yo, what up?"

He got no answer, and the line went dead. He'd changed his numbers many of times since he became famous, and niggas still managed to play on his phone one way or another. He slid his phone into his baggy true religion jeans.