Chapter 90 - Sylvia Valises

Sadé's POV:

— Wednesday, December 7th

Today was a new day, and my mind was in a much clearer place after some well-deserved rest. I had gotten up early, went out in the city for some breakfast at one of my favorite cafés, and even went for a short walk while drinking my morning coffee. I was in a great mood!

And my outfit was great too so I felt even better because when I look good, I feel good. I was wearing a basic black dress with black thigh-high boots. And I learned my lesson yesterday from being so cold so I threw on a pair of tights underneath and wore a thick fluffy muted green coat. I paired it with a cute white purse, and some jewelry, and kept my hair straight.

I was back in my hotel room at the Loews Hotel, chilling until it was time for me to start my day. It was still early and I had a few hours left until I needed to leave to continue house hunting with Camilla and Jordyn. I kept myself occupied by scrolling through social media and watching a few shows. At some point, I decided to post a picture of my outfit that I had taken earlier, which was photographed by my security, Josh. He's usually the one that is by my side most of the time and the one that I prefer & trust the most out of my entourage. Anyway, I selected the picture I wanted, typed out a caption, then hit post.

It wasn't even a few minutes later, and I was minding my business when people started tagging me in the comment section under my picture. Confused, I went through my notifications, seeing that BlueFace was all up in my comment section, trying to shoot his shot at me. The key word here is "trying". It was a very poorly executed attempt, and he failed miserably.

Normally, I wouldn't respond to things like this because it happens all the time. It's nothing new for me, and it doesn't impress me at all. However, this isn't his first time doing so. He's been in my DMs for years, trying to get at me. And on top of that, everyone knows I'm dating Marshall. I mean, we've been spotted in Target, and people aren't stupid. We don't hide anything, we're just private people. It's not hard to connect the dots or to put two and two together; They know we're a couple. So for him to even try that, was distasteful in my eyes.

Then he had the nerve to try to spit some corny pickup line. Who does he think he is? Trying to act like he's a big baller, telling me he would give me a record deal if I chose to mess with him. Please. I was not about to become a baby momma just so that I could get signed. I'm my own boss. I do my own shit. I don't work under anybody, but myself.

Milf Records? Seriously? He couldn't even run a record label even if his life depended on it. He could barely rap along to a beat correctly! If I wanted a record deal, I'd ask Marshall - A real businessman, record executive, producer, and rapper. But I don't. That's not even my path or passion. I don't even know why he'd say something like that besides wanting to start random drama to stay relevant because everyone knows he's the most irrelevant person on this earth and needs to rely on others to make money.

All of that aside, the man is just really annoying and lame. I barely knew who he was, but what I did know about him, I despised. He's such a cornball. He says the lamest things, has zero game and is a complete slob. He has no work ethic, probably still lives with his baby momma on her couch, has zero morals whatsoever, and sucks at his own hobby. I don't even know why anyone would want to breathe the same air as him. How he managed to get a girl is beyond me, but I wanted no parts. No sir.

So I responded. I responded because I was fed up with him constantly trying to get my attention. I was so sick and tired of this man-child under every single comment section. I was sick of him in my messages. I was just sick of him in general. He was borderline harassing me. It was annoying, and I wanted him to leave me alone. Rolling my eyes and making a disgusted face, I typed out the most petty reply I could think of, although it wasn't that hard. Honestly, I didn't even care to beef with him, but I wanted to just because I could - So I did.

Once I responded, it turned into this whole situation. His ego had gotten hurt by what I said, and his pride wouldn't allow him to handle it. So he kept subtweeting me. I was ignoring him at first, watching my shows, texting my friends, and simply not paying him any mind until he brought up my relationship once again in a tweet. I don't understand people's obsession with celebrity couples, but I guess. Some people are nosy and others can't stand to see other people happy if it's not with them, him being the latter option.

People were tagging me left and right. My phone was going off like crazy. I already knew this would be plastered all over the blogs soon. I read the tweets and mentally laughed to myself. Aww, his ego won't let it go, I thought to myself. How sad, boo hoo.

I tweeted him back purely for entertainment purposes at this point. One thing about me, nothing is ever that serious in life. Say what you want, I couldn't care less. When it's time for me to go to bed at the end of the day, I'll be sleeping peacefully while you're still upset about what I said. I suppose you could say I learned most of that from Marshall. He taught me not to worry about the little things and to just "don't give a fuck" as he'd put it. So I wasn't going to stress over this small feud, but I was going to let it be known not to fuck with me because I am not the girl you want to disrespect. Ever.

I turned my notifications off for Twitter and Instagram and carried on about my day as per usual as if nothing had happened. I wasn't bothered.

— House Hunting

It was a couple of hours later: Me, Jordyn, and Camilla were back to house hunting once again. This was the last day that we would be doing so for now. If I didn't find anything today, then we were going to schedule another time for me to look around some more. We had already looked at so many houses, but I wasn't going to let that spoil my mood. If I didn't see anything I liked then that was okay. There's no rush for anything.

It's still surprising to me how stressful and hectic it is just looking at houses though. I would've never thought it'd be this difficult. I assumed you look at homes, pick one out, and buy it. I didn't know there was this whole process to it, but I quite enjoyed it secretly. You'd think I would have some experience because I purchased land before and had my family house built from the ground up, but that was different. All I had to do was pick out a place that I liked. I quite literally inspected the grass and dirt, deciding whether or not it was good enough... Everyone else, like the professionals, looked at everything else as far as specifics went so I didn't need to worry about that unlike now.

So while we were going from house to house, me declining every single one, we came across a nice house that I liked. It was a Miami-style house located a few minutes outside of the city in a suburban neighborhood called North Shore. The exterior of it wasn't bad. It was a newer house whose walls were made up of white bricks, surrounded by black fences. It had a decent-sized driveway with a 4-car garage. The ground was laid in stone and gave an old vintage feel to the house.

We went inside, and I was more than decently surprised. The layout of the home itself was gorgeous. It was very simplistic and up to date with the current construction & interior design trends. It had a big kitchen with enough space for me to do my cooking, an office, a moderately sized master bedroom, and so much more. I was enjoying what I was seeing as we walked from room to room, checking out the home.

The specifics of the property was that it held 6 bedrooms, 8.5 bathrooms, and had an estimated 8,700 square footage worth of space. So it wasn't small by any means, but it was roomy and comfortable, instead. It also rested on the famous Lake Michigan, and I could walk thirty seconds from the backyard to the lake whenever I felt like it. It checked everything off of my list and was in my price range, going for $9,575,000 - Expensive, but less than a lot of the other ones I saw.

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I genuinely loved the house, but that's the problem. It only felt like a house to me. Not a home. I couldn't imagine myself living here comfortably and happily. I viewed it more as a vacation rental - Somewhere I'd go when I just want to get away from the stress of life for a few days, but without actually leaving home. This just didn't feel like home to me... So for that reason, I had to decline once again.

However, I didn't know what was in store for me with the next property listing. Unbeknownst to me, this would be the perfect place: Home.

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We pull up to this one house, and to say I'm stunned is an understatement. I'm speechless. It was located outside of the city once again, but this time an hour away. It was in a private gated community, and neighbors were miles away from each other, each property surrounded by trees and bushes on top of the gates that were already there for maximum privacy; The community was called North Barrington.

The home consisted of 5 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, and had an estimated 7,000 square footage worth of space. The asking price was $9,888,000. It was giving rich & expensive, just how I like it. As soon as we walked in I instantly fell in love. I felt at peace, I felt welcomed, and I felt a sense of oasis.

Camilla took her time, explaining each room to a T. Everything, and when I say everything I mean e-ver-y THING, was checked off of my boxes for my needs and wants. Not one box was left empty. The bedrooms were perfect, the walk-in closets held more than enough room for all of my things, the kitchen was immaculate, the marble countertops were sleek, the floors were shining, the sinks were stainless steel, and the pool area was cozy, all of it. It was nothing like I'd ever seen before. It was everything I had ever only dreamed of when I thought of my dream home.

It also had its perks too. I wouldn't need to renovate anything because I loved it the way it was, it had an adequate amount of space, I could have my security there at all times to guard the home 24/7, and the garage door was able to hold about 7 cars. Did I mention there was also a lounge room, an elevator, a gaming room, and a basement, excluding the two floors? Oh, and the backyard was huge too. It had the typical pool area, a basketball court, and a lot of land that stretched for a while.

I fell in love. I couldn't leave this property without putting in an offer. This was actually the only house that I would be putting in an offer for because I turned down everything else. I felt at home here. I could envision myself living here for years on years. I could see myself waking up every morning, having breakfast, and looking out the window. I could see myself happy here. I could see myself with Marshall here too oddly enough, which kind of gave me a different type of tingles. I could see myself making a little studio for him to work in when he comes to visit me. I could see myself maybe having a fur baby running around while I film videos too. This felt like home. It felt cozy, warm, safe, and comfortable. It felt like me, like a place where I could express myself and a place where I could relax at the end of the day. I had to have this home.

I ended up putting in an offer for $11,250,000 because it was a newly constructed house, and other people were putting in offers to buy it as well. I wanted it for myself though so I knew I had to have the highest bid or else it would go to someone else who did. I couldn't let that happen. I had to have it. I just knew this was the perfect home for me so placed my offer, and hoped that everything would work out for the best.

We did tour a few more homes afterward, but nothing gave me that feeling like I had when I was here. I didn't get the excitement, the shivers, or the tingles in my stomach. None of them were the one, they weren't home. I couldn't wait to tell Marshall that I had found something I loved when I talked to him later tonight. I knew he would be happy for me regardless.

Marshall's POV:

— Naunie's Birthday Party

It was later in the day, more like late night since it was eight-something, and I was dragged out of my home. First of all, I wasn't even supposed to be home, I was supposed to be in the studio doing work, but Naunie somehow convinced me to take the rest of the day off to come out to his birthday party so I was dragged out of there first before I went home to change. Yes, today was Denaun's 44th birthday, and he was throwing this big ass party. He and Sadé are alike when it comes to parties and shit like that, always being extra as fuck and making it this whole ordeal. I originally was just going to give him the gift I bought him, a Day-Date 36 Rolex, wish him a happy birthday, and keep it moving.

However, he mentioned how he decided to throw a last-minute birthday party at some club and would appreciate it if I showed up. I was debating on it for a while because I knew I had to work, but I ultimately chose to go because, at the end of the day, that's my brother, man. Ima show up for him everyone like he does for me.

—

The time was five o'clock on the dot, and most of the staff at the studio were leaving the building as they ended their work day. Me, however, I stayed put in my seat, making music, and perfecting my craft. I need to have at least 50% of the album done within the next week and a half if I want to spend any time with my family and my lady during the holiday season this year, and I'm at 35%. I made progress, 15% since I was last told about me being so behind. I've been working my ass off, and I had so much more motivation to do so after that talk with Sae last night. Her words truly meant a lot to me and only pushed me to work ten times harder. And since my lady was gone, I was arriving at 5 AM every morning, and leaving after midnight just to make sure I had my shit together for my album. I was going to continue to do so until she got back from her trip too, which I'd eventually be joining her on.

I heard the door open and close, causing me to look up from the paper I was scribbling on like a madman. I peeped Naunie from my peripheral with a huge grin on his face. I had already given him his gift earlier and wished him a happy birthday. He said that he didn't have any plans, but from the sounds of it, that had changed because he started telling me about how he rented out this club.

"Yo. What's up, slim." He greeted me.

"'Sup, bro. What's goin' on?" I asked, wondering why he was now in my office.

He took a seat in front of me across from my desk.

"I changed my mind. I'm having a party at Annex Nightclub tonight to celebrate. You should come out. It'll be me, the guys, a few other people, some bitches, and some good music and food." He invited me, a smug look on his face.

I sat my pencil down, leaning back in my seat. I stuck my tongue to my cheek, deep in thought. Annex Nightclub. For those who don't know, Annex is infamous. I'm using that word lightly because it was nothing, but trouble. That's where you go when you wanna get wasted, fucked, find a bad piece to smash for the night, and where you go when you wanna have a good time, but don't want to remember it tomorrow. It was one of Detroit's hottest clubs, having been in business for decades. I used to go there all the time when I would get fucked up and high as a kite. I still go there occasionally, but not as often; Only when I'm forced out of my house.

I have been to clubs with Sae a few times here and there, but not to this one. I never took her there for a reason. She would want to go home as soon as she stepped foot inside because it was very... How do I put this? Slutty, whore filled, trashy, distasteful, loud, obnoxious, just plain out ratchet. It was wild as fuck. She had no business being there and I knew it.

More so, I had no business being there either! Not as a taken man. The last time I went there was in June when I was still very much single. Let's just say I left with a broad on each arm and was entangled with them both in a hotel bed, fucking them like the worthless whores they were. It was what it was. So I knew for a fact I had no business taking my ass there. Not if I knew what was good for me.

"I don't know, man. You know that place is no good. I got a girl at home that I love, and I ain't tryna mess it up by doing some fuck shit at the club." I sigh, being completely honest.

It's not that I can't control myself because I definitely can... When I want to that is. I would never cheat on my lady, never hurt her feelings, and never do her dirty. If it was anybody else though, we all know I wouldn't give a fuck. But Sadé ain't anybody else so I would never. She's the only exception.

Nonetheless, it's the fact that other people can't control themselves. There are strippers, hoes, and bitches throwing themselves at me left and right. I don't know if I want to risk it. Then I think again: This is Naunie's birthday party. We celebrate each other's birthday every year. That shouldn't stop just because I'm in a relationship. I'm not saying I'm going to act a fool, but I can still have a good time as a taken man for my homie.

"Come on, man. It'll be fun. No one said you had to bring a girl back to the crib. You better not do that to Sadé. I like her for you." He insisted.

"Ahh, fuck it. Count me in." I shrug, agreeing to go to the club with him tonight.

"Bet. I'll see you later tonight, dawg!" He enthused, leaving my office.

—

So here I was, in a more presentable outfit that consisted of some black jeans, Jordan Retro 4s, and a black shirt with a jacket along with my jewelry and a Kangol hat. I parked my car in the back, security close on my tail. I sat in my car for a few seconds, shaking my head. I can't believe I got dragged into this mess. I should've stayed my ass home or at the studio. Then isn't even my scene anymore. I don't like to party, I don't like being social, and I barely even like people. Just don't do or say any dumb shit, Marshall, I thought to myself. I knew I wouldn't though because I'm not single anymore so it's not like anyone would have my attention to begin with. I don't give in to temptation anymore.

I run my hand over my face, getting out of the car. My security escorts me inside, making a way for me through the crowd of people who immediately notice who I am, trying to get a glimpse of me as they scream my name. I make my way to the top level, where the rented-out VIP section is.

There were bodies everywhere, people grinding on one another, shots being chugged, and men trying to convince women to go home with them for the night. The music was blaring and strobe lights were going crazy too. I see the guys coming closer into view. I greet them all as soon as I get there, taking a seat. It was all of D12, Royce, and a few of our other friends who weren't in the spotlight. There were also women in the section, which I already expected, but couldn't care less. This was basically like one big house party, but at the club instead. I wasn't mad about it. I was actually pretty excited to wind down and enjoy myself. It's a nice change compared to the workload I've been dealing with recently.

"Hello, Mr. Mathers. My name is Nancy, this is Raven, Michelle, and Kelly. We'll be your bottle service girls for the night, getting you anything your heart desires." The girl with the red hair, whose name is Nancy, said, reciting the required introduction.

"Is there anything I can get you to start your night off right? A drink, an order of wings, or something?" She politely asked me.

I looked at all four of the black women who were dressed in the barely there uniforms. I'm not going to act like I'm some saint just because I'm in a relationship now. I'm still a man at the end of the day, and I'm going to look, unfortunately. So I did, and they were ight. Nothing as fine as my lady, but they were some pretty females. Like I said though, nothing near as fine as Sae. That's as far as it'll go. I ain't interested in none of them. 

And this is why I had no business here. Because it's ass everywhere, and I knew if Sae found out she probably wouldn't be too happy about that. She's a secure woman, knows her worth, and isn't the jealous type, but still. She's a woman at the end of the day, they don't like when their man is surrounded by other half-naked women. It's just how their brain works. I know I wouldn't like it if Sae was out with her girlfriends and hella dudes were trying to get her attention, but we trust each other so it's not a big deal.

"Nah, I'm Ight, honey. I'll just take a Coke. I don't drink." I told her.

"Alright. I'll get that right out for you."

She walked away with the other girls after everyone put their orders in for drinks and appetizers. We all got comfortable, making conversation as the night carried on.

— Later In The Night

It was nearing midnight, and the bottle girls had just gotten done singing Happy Birthday to Denaun.

Some of the strippers came out and gave a little show, one of them currently on top of him, giving him a lap dance as a "present" from her to him. He was living his best life tonight, and I already knew he was going to bag one of 'em and bring them back to his place. The dude was drunk off his ass!

There were now strippers and all types of groupies in our section at this point. A girl was sitting on Bizarre's lap, another making out with Royce, and one trying to feel up on Swifty. A few girls were trying to sit on my lap and spit their game at me, but I denied them all. I wasn't interested in none of them.

I was mentally checked out at this point, ready to go home. My social levels had plummeted for the night, and I was no longer making conversation. I won't lie, it seemed as if everyone was cuddled up next to someone, and I was here all by my lonesome. Everyone was doing their own thing anyway.

Not surprisingly enough, I was entertained by my phone, texting Sae back and forth as a result of my boredom. I told her how I had gone to the club for Denaun's birthday, which she didn't mind. She told me to enjoy myself and even found humor in the fact that women were thirsting over me because she was so secure in herself and what she had. I should've known she'd react that way.

Anyway, we were chatting it up about how she found herself a home that she loved, and I was genuinely happy for her. Even if I hate to admit it because I'm selfish and want her all to myself, I'm happy that she was moving forward in life, checking off goals one by one. She deserves to be able to have a place that she can call her own and that she can be proud to show off.

I was in the middle of typing out a message when someone decided to take it upon themselves to turn my phone off, sitting in in my lap. What the fuck?

"Yo, what the fuck?" I exclaim, immediately getting pissed off.

"Hi, slim." A voice that I recognize says, only making me more pissed.

I scrunch my face up, a grimace expression forming. I finally look up, making eye contact with the same groupie that tried to hit on me previously at Denaun's house when he hosted that one game night. She took a seat next to me, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't even try to hide my annoyance.

She faced her entire body in my direction, giving me her full attention. She was wearing this weird green outfit that made my skin crawl. It looked itchy, and it looked like she ripped it straight from someone's grandmother's couch, and the shirt was about two sizes too small. She pushed her chest out, purposefully trying to shove her fake titts in my direction. God, I can't stand this bitch. I genuinely hated her. I don't know if it's because she tried to make a move on me, disrespected my relationship boundaries, or because she straight-up had no shame in her game, but I seriously did not like her at all.

"What the fuck do you want now? Goddamn." I grumble out, huffing.

"Nice way to greet someone." She sarcastically commented.

I just gave her a blank stare.

"Well, I just thought I'd talk to you. Keep you company since your girlfriend isn't in sight." She smiled, once again trying hard to make her voice sound soft and gentle like last time.

Only it didn't. It sounded like she swallowed a whole pack of cigarettes. I was unimpressed.

"Because she's out of town, making moves." I scoff.

"Oh, I make moves too, Slim. I'm very paid. Self-made too." She flirted, flexing her status.

I don't care.

"Yea? And what do you know about making moves? I sure as hell don't know you." I questioned her, not really interested, picking up my phone again to text my lady back before sitting it back down.

"The name is Sylvia. Sylvia Valises." She introduced herself.

I looked at her dumbfounded. Is that supposed to ring a bell or something? I could give a shit less if I'm being honest.

"Okay? Why are you telling me that?"

"I'm an upcoming social media star. Thought you might want to get to know me since you seem to have a thing for those." She said, hinting that she knew who I was dating, and who Sadé was.

"And what do you know about being a social media star?" I asked, deciding to play into her game for the hell of it.

I wasn't going to do anything with her. Wasn't going to give her my time. Wasn't interested. But since she seems so adamant about knowing my business, and thinks she's better than my girl, I wanted to know how and why.

"I do OnlyFans and post on Instagram." She clarified seemingly proud of herself.

"OnlyFans?" I raised my eyebrows, not familiar with the term.

"It's a website where I get paid to post exclusive content. I make adult videos." She explained.

"Oh, so you're paid to be a whore instead of doing it for free? Good for you."

"I'm not a whore, Marshall." She tried to convince me.

"Do you not get paid to fuck men?" I smirk, knowing that I'm getting under her skin.

Maybe if I piss her off enough, she'll eventually leave me alone.

"Technically I do, but- "

"Then you're a whore." I interrupt her, calling her out for exactly what she is.

She just gave me a fake smile, batting her lashes at me. I knew she was seething inside at me constantly dodging all her attempts at flirting with me.

"Then why don't you let me be your whore for the night. Show you a gooodddd time."

She then rested her hand on my upper thigh, a smirk on her lips. I simply grabbed her hand and moved it, dropping it back in her lap.

"I'm good." Is all I say while she takes a sip of her drink.

"If you say so." She hums out, "I'm way better than your girlfriend though." She says, causing me to snort out in laughter.

"Ain't no bitch better than my lady. You trippin'. You don't even know who she is." I smack my lips, calling her out in her lies.

"Everyone knows who your girl is. It's Sadé Myers. Duh." She rolled her eyes.

Oh shit. I guess I stand corrected. I don't care if people know though. I knew it would spread like wildfire in the streets sooner or later. I'd love to show her off and ensure people know she's off-limits.

"Mhmm." I absentmindedly say, letting her continue to entertain herself as I continue to text Sae some more.

She was talking all about how all of Detroit knew who my lady was. Saying how it's no secret, how her car has been spotted a few times by the locals, and how she knew who she was because she's been a fan of hers for years. Yo, this bitch was straight-up fangirling over her. She's a fan! And now she's tryna be like her because she inspired her to do social media, and that somehow meant she should be inspired to shoot her shot at her man too. I don't know how that translated in her pea-sized brain, but it made sense to her...

I wasn't even paying her any mind any more until she said something about Sadé being involved in some internet beef today.

"What?" I squinted my eyes at her, not knowing what she was talking about, "What beef?"

"With BlueFace. Didn't you hear? It's been trending all over the internet all day. Yikes..." She hissed, instigating the situation.

"Who's BlueFace?" I asked not knowing who that person was.

"He's a wannabe rapper. He's known for the song Thotiana, starting internet beef, using people to get clout, and for his baby momma and relationship drama mostly." She shrugged, pulling out her phone.

"Oh."

I didn't know Sae was beefing with some dude on the internet today. She didn't tell me, and neither did anyone else.

"Look," Sylvia said, handing me her phone.

She had pulled up an Instagram page named The Shade Room, and there were two posts made about the situation earlier. I read over the comments and the post.

I read it all, getting caught up on everything. Firstly, she knows how to handle her own for sure. She doesn't tolerate disrespect from anyone, especially from men. So the fact that he even tried it, made me chuckle. Stupid ass boy. She called him out and didn't feel bad about it, as she should.

Secondly, he needs to back up off my girl. I don't know who he thinks he is, never heard of him a day in my life, but he better lay up off her. I'm not about to diss him because I don't want to give him clout off of my name, but if he knows what's good for him, he better leave her alone.

Shit, I just might sign her to my label for a day and have her put a song out just to piss him off and prove to him I can just because; Since he said she won't get signed only because she's pretty. Realistically, I wouldn't ever do that, but everyone knows that I can be very petty. The whole world knows how petty I can be. I literally dissed my ex-wife in multiple songs and a self-titled one where I solely rapped about killing her. And I also put Hailie on a song when she was little just to diss Ja Rule's kids. I also ended MGK's career just because he mentioned Hailie... You think I won't sign Sadé for a day just to prove a fucking point?

Yea, he better leave my lady alone before he sets a fire up under my ass and pisses me off more than he already did. I felt my right eye twitch as I handed Sylvia back her phone.

"So?" She wondered expectantly.

"So what?"

"So are you going to do anything about that?" She ran her hand over my arm.

"Mind your fucking business." I said in a hostile tone, shaking her hand off me.

"Wow. You need to stop being so uptight, babe. I could help you won't with that." She continued to flirt with me.

"I don't want your fake, ran-through ass. How many times do I gotta tell you that?" I finally snap, turning to face her.

I had raised my voice an octave, praying to God she'd get it through her thick head that I'm a taken man and don't want her. But no, throughout the night, she kept on bothering me.

—

She eventually left me alone for a while to dance with some guys, which I was more than grateful for. Then she came back though. At this point, I was about to call security to kick her out of the section. The bitch was all over me. She was constantly feeling up on my arms, trying to whisper in my ear, and trying to get me to look at her breasts. She was even going as far as complimenting me on random shit, hoping I'd give in. She giggled at everything I said, which wasn't much besides me telling her to go find someone else's dick to hop on. I was very unimpressed and annoyed.

I don't even know how she knows Denaun if I'm being real, but she keeps popping up everywhere these days. I checked the time on my phone and it was damn near one in the morning. I was about to get up to leave for the night when this bitch gets the bright idea to sit on my lap to prevent me from leaving! She was practically grinding her nasty ass pussy on my crotch. It took everything in me to not drag her off me by her hair. I take in a deep breath to control myself, running my hand over my face.

"Why. The. Fuck. Are. You. Sitting. On. My. Lap?" I angrily ask through gritted teeth.

I was fuming. And you want to know what this slut does? She giggles. She giggles as if it's so funny, the funniest thing in the world. And that sets something off in me. She was just about to tell me why, but I don't give a fuck about that anymore.

"Listen here, bitch." I start lowly, looking at her coldly in her ratty eyes.

"You got three seconds to get the fuck off me on your own or I'll boot your ass to the floor and embarrass the guck outta you." I threaten.

She looks at me scared shitless, finally getting the hint.

"But I- "

"1." I start to count.

"Can't I ju-" She starts to ramble.

"2." I maintain eye contact with her in an intimidating manner, an emotionless expression on my face as usual.

"Marsh- "

"3." I casually say.

I tried to be a good guy and allow her an opportunity to get up like a proper woman and not have to suffer the consequences, but she didn't want to take it. So I pushed her off me.

I pull both of my arms back, shoving her to the ground as hard as I can. I honestly didn't need to use that much force, but I was so upset and frustrated that I did anyway. She fell flat on her ass, tumbling into her side as she hit the ground. She let out a yelp, tears swelling in her eyes immediately.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She cried out, looking at me as if I was the monster.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I scoffed in disgust and got up from my seat. I need to get out of here and go home ASAP. Some other groupies helped her up as she held her arm, acting as if I broke it or something. They took her to where I'm assuming is the bathroom. Boo hoo, cry me a fucking river. That's exactly what she gets.

I walked over to Naunie wishing him one last happy birthday and a goodnight.

"Yo, what happened with her?" He slurred, referring to Sylvia.

"Man, she kept trying to force herself on me so I forced her ass to the ground. I don't even know why you still invite these crazy ass groupies out." I explain to him with attitude.

"Bro, I don't even know who that is..." He deadpans.

We look at each other for a few seconds not saying anything. We stare at each other in silence until I speak up.

"You what?" I say in disbelief.

"I don't know who that girl is. I never seen her a day in my life. I don't even know her name." He laughed drunkenly.

"You don't know Sylvia? She was at your house a few times-" I start to get paranoid.

"Nah. I just know she started popping up a few months ago with the regular groupies and that she gives some decent head." He shrugs as if that isn't alarming information.

"Ight... Take it easy, Naunie. I'll catch you tomorrow." I say weirded out by the entire situation now as I walk away.

What the fuck? That was weird. As hell. Maybe he just forgot who she was because he was super wasted. If not, then we had a batshit crazy stalker fan on our hands for yet another time. This happens occasionally when being in the spotlight so it's nothing new, but it still freaks me out. Why can't people just be normal?

I make my way to the car with my security and drive home. I'm ready for this night to be over with.