Your favorite children from the Jungle series are now all grown up. This story approximately takes place in the year 2032, where the Rivers family have came a long way.
With their fathers being the owners of a major record label in New Orleans, see...
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With Valentine's Day tomorrow, I was spending the day with Dominique. He came in town and got a hotel for us. While I was spending time with one of my men, Loyal was with his daddy preparing for his first birthday party tomorrow. His birthday was the day before yesterday, but the big celebration had yet to come.
"I'm so spoiled, I love it." I smiled to myself as I sipped champagne from a flute with my feet up on the balcony.
I had so many gifts from D.B., I felt like it was my birthday all over again. On top of the gifts, we had a couple massage, facials, and plenty of adult time. With the day winding down, we were just relaxing letting time pass. As I was on the balcony, D.B. was inside the room smoking.
"Somebody keep calling you. I wasn't sure if you had yo earphones." Dominique came to the balcony.
"Nope. Let me see who it is." I sighed and stood to go in.
I sat my champagne flute down and put my smart buds in my ear. I told it to play my recent voicemails since I had three. All of them were from the same number and I gasped once I heard the voice. I walked a little distance away from Dominique who stared at my nervous facial expression.
"Say! Somebody need to come pick me up. Them people got me and all of a sudden nobody wan' answer the fucking phone, dawg." Fox said on the first voicemail.
"Aaliyah, see what you can do about getting me outta hea'. Ya' people supposed to have my back and I been in hea' all fucking day, ya' heard me. Shit starting to blow the fuck out me."
I didn't listen to the third voicemail before trying to call the number back. It rung once and automatically disconnected. I then tried calling Fox's cell for it to go straight to voicemail. I was worried about Fox but mainly concerned with the whereabouts of my son. I started whining as I called my father to see if had heard anything.
"What's going on?" D.B. asked and I ignored him.
"Daddy, call me back. Let me know if you know what's going on." I sent my dad a voice message.
"Everything good?" Dominique followed me as I walked around the hotel room.
"Leave me alone! My nigga locked up!" I accidentally yelled.
"Bitch, who you yelling at?" D.B. tossed his blunt on the bed.
"Bitch?! I'll show you a bitch, nigga!" I slapped him.
"Yeah, bitch. I already know you still fucking yo baby daddy, but you better respect me."
"Oh nigga you don't know the half." I laughed in his face.
"You think I'm stupid?! You really the dumb one. I don't give a fuck about you being with ole dude, do you. I got a couple hoes myself. I ain't complaining." He admitted.
