Vendetta | Nicki Minaj & August Alsina

13. Breathe

Raja

Might As Well

12:28 pm

My heart dropped. I mean, it wasn't like I was hiding anything from him, it was just that I wasn't ready to tell him yet, and having her here was going to fuck this all up. I knew her face immediately when I saw her. She knows more than Adonis. She knows things I don't want him to know yet.

"Raja?" Adonis's questioning voice shook me out of my thoughts. "Yes?" I tried not to look too out of it. "I was saying that this is Crystal," he said gesturing to her. I was trying my hardest to avoid Crystal, but I couldn't.

"Nice to meet you," I smiled, pretending it was my first time ever seeing her face. I prayed, prayed, and prayed that she didn't remember me. I wanted her to keep her mouth quiet like we were keeping a secret together, but how could I expect her to keep her mouth shut about anything if she had no clue that I hadn't told that man about me having a kid. Shit, for all I know he could have a kid; multiple, at that, but that's not anything for me to be worrying about considering I don't want to ruin this fast growing relationship between us because I have a child at home.

She smiled sweetly at me and quickly said hello. Thank god. I was just hoping that she unfamiliarized my face, or that she was trying to avoid business that wasn't her own. Either way, I was just hoping that the word 'children' does not show up in any conversation.

I continued standing as Tiffany sat. I was only here because she brought me, and well, I didn't mind seeing my new "friend" whom I've grown very fond of lately. I could tell she was really into Christopher, but she was moving way too fast in my opinion. I mean, I guess I was too seeing that I let Adonis spend the night the other day, but we didn't do anything. From what Tiff has told me, him and her had sex on multiple occasions. I don't know, maybe it's just sexual between them. She doesn't even know what this man does for a living. He lives in an apartment worth millions of dollars, he has at least six cars, and the nigga took us to a five star restaurant on the first date. He's not a sports player, not a rapper, producer because I would have heard of him. He's definitely too young to be in the medical field, especially to make money like this. The only three things I could bring it down to was he won the lottery, he came from money, or the nigga sells lots of fucking drugs. But to have money like this from selling drugs, you have to be on my dad's level, and as far as I'm concerned, no one is on my dad's level.

"This is a nice place you guys got here," I scanned my surroundings looking at the dark luxury furniture and dark blue lighting.

"Nah, this shit don't compare to yo' place Sagie," Quez laughed , I guess trying to loosen me up, but that 'Sagie' shit needs to stop before it's started.

"Sagie?" I questioned with my eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I like that name. Fits you," He smiled really big and cheesy. I tried not to look too angry, but more annoyed hoping he would understand the reason I was making the face.

"Does it really?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, just perfect," He was forcing his smile even bigger. I wanted to be mad at him, but I couldn't after realizing this guy had a great sense of humor, kinda like Tiff. "We need to throw another party at yo' house Sage. Shit gone be crackin' ma."

I twisted my lips. The thought of having lots of people over without my dad's say so made my stomach flip. It's my apartment, but he bought it, and that's the biggest thing right there. Then there's the fact that my life is always "in danger" because he's my father. I haven't been caught up in anything since ever, and his biggest concern is me being killed or kidnapped in his name. I don't think he's realized that it's been twenty two years and nothing has happened. Cautious? I prefer the term 'over-protective'.