CELEBRITY

Chapter 1

I could only remember the club. The lights flashed in my head making it pound immediately. Pound... "You stupid stupid bi-," before I could finish insulting myself, somebody's arms wrapped tighter around my bare waist.

A raspy morning voice made its way to my ears, "You ain't move all night so you must be awake now."

"Yeah I'm up," I mumbled. My back laid against my bed partner. Humiliation practically burned through my veins as I realized what I had done. Having a one night stand was never something I judged on, but I never thought I'd be comfortable enough to do so myself. Now this man was going to think I was just another fast ass groupie.

He moved from around me and stretched. I turned onto my back, taking in just how fine this man was. Okay I was definitely understanding my state of mind last night.

He looked over to me as I just stared at him, "You really pressure." His words made me blush like I'd never been complimented before. I could not understand what type of floosy shit my brain was on. There was no reason for me to have been acting in such a naive way. I nodded because I did agree with him on what he said. He chuckled showing almost every diamond on his teeth, "You know you pressure huh?"

Now was my turn to smile just a tad. He was telling no lie, "Yeah, I know." He laughed some more before leaning in and stealing a kiss. It was on my cheek, but it still caught me by surprise.

"You was lit last night. I'm surprised we made it back over here," as he spoke, I let my face drop into my hands. "What's the problem mama?"

"I don't know what you're used to, even though I can guess, but I don't do the one night stand thing," his face looked confused but I did not understand what he was confused about. Did I look easy? "Why you looking like that ?"

He sat next to me where I still was partially laying and partially sitting up. The fact that I was still completely naked beneath the sheet that was so tightly clutched in my grip, popped into my mind and even more embarrassment poured over me. "I'm not judging you behind letting me hit last night. Technically, that'd make me a hoe too," that statement pulled a small giggle from me right before he pulled me into his chest. "Ain't no one night stand though because I'm definitely trying to get you to let me do that again," his nose moved along my neck gently, "We gone be sober though so you know it's real."

I spoke softly, "You probably don't even remember my name." And he probably did not. I'd put myself in a position I was not comfortable being in, but my mind began fighting with itself because I was definitely comfortable as fuck laying wrapped up in his arms.

"I remember your name because it's already what I was tryna call you," I laughed before we said it in sync.

"Baye."

*Lastnight*

I never fucking drink. I never fucking drink!

Those were the only words running through my brain as I stood looking down at the crowd. I was so grateful I did not leave my big black shades in the car. I never did, but I was especially thankful tonight because I was WASTED.

Something else I was regretting was letting my bitch leave. I knew better than that. I could rock alone no matter what, but Naomi was my right hand. I was always comfortable if I had her next to me and that was facts. But of course, once she started looking tired I suggested she call her man, because I was too turnt to stop partying in that moment. Now I was feeling every shot I took.

"Say you good love?" I knew that the voice I was hearing HAD to be in my head. Out of all the rich niggas I had spotted that night, I had not spotted him. I turned to the voice and it felt like my girl wanted to jump straight out of the cotton thong I had on. He smiled, making the lights dance off his diamond teeth, "Mane you straight?"

I nodded my head quickly, "Yup." He nodded his head too as he took all of me in.

"Let me get your number," the look on his face was all I needed to agree to that, but I still had to put up somewhat of a challenge.

My eyes rolled, "You never even asked my name."

"Well what's your name ?" his eyes were glued to my lips, making my own words hard to push out.

"Baye."

"Huh," he answered like I was calling him that and trying to get his attention.

"That's my name," I couldn't help the small laugh that fell from my lips, "My name is Baye."

"Yuh?" he asked like I could be joking with him.

But I nodded my head to confirm, "Yeah that's really my name."

"Mane that's perfect!" he started laughing excitedly. "Come turn up with me."

Now that we were out of the bed and I was back in last night's clothes, the feeling of shame took back over. I listened as he brushed his teeth. I thought about just silently slipping out the door, but I decided I might as well say my goodbyes. You don't get the chance to wake up next to BangB everyday. "I'm leaving. It was nice meeting you. I have always loved your music," before I could grab the door handle, he was pulling at my waist.

"Wait bae, you talking like you not tryna see me after this. Why you don't want to give me your number?" I looked at him blankly for a moment. I've screamed "bang my babydaddy" since I was nineteen and in that moment I was getting a chance to give him my number. Life was definitely crazy.

I pulled out my phone, that I had nearly forgotten I owned, and handed it to him. I had no lock so he was able to quickly get to my contacts. I listened as his phone dinged, signally to me that he'd made sure to text himself. "You trying to keep in touch with me Mr.B?" there was no harm in flirting just a tad. After all, he was showing me that I wasn't just feeling him. He was feeling me.

"Yea bae," and I knew he wasn't referring to me by my name. His lips pressed to the corner of my mouth, "Ima hit you up. I go back to LA tomorrow so I need to see you before that or ima be mad." I nodded and he kissed me one more time on my forehead.

I waved as I stepped into the hall, "Bye."