Last Train For Paris

by Ebony Garris

  Tammy and Jihan walked on the beach exchanging in conversing with one another. “So Ms. Tammy where are you from?” asked Jihan already knowing the answer but just trying to get Tammy comfortable enough to let her guard down. “I’m from New York I used to work with a record company out there and moved from LA about six years ago and you?” I actually live in Philly but I was born and raised in NYC.” Jihan said looking directly into Tammy’s eyes so she could tell he wasn’t lying. A trick he’d come accustomed to after years of being an assassin. He continued. “So what are you some type of artist or something, let me find out you can throw down on a mic.” Jihan said as he grabbed Tammy’s hand. “Actually I’m a stylist for artists, I keep them looking camera ready and all that.” Tammy said. As Tammy continued to go on about her working for Golden Boy he tried to see where her head was at. Ironically he couldn’t detect an ounce of psychotic behavior from her, but it wasn’t his job to question Miles he just needed to get the job done. This chick was trying to get in his head and he wasn’t about to let that happen. “So do you have a man?” Jihan asked knowing this would be the defining question that showed who Tammy really was. “Nope, I broke it off with him before I came out here, sort of like a fresh start, I’m ready for new beginnings and I just needed to get away.” Tammy replied with sincerity in her voice. She was waiting for him to ask her that question cause she sure as hell felt like asking him “so is your girl at home wishing she was here?’ Tammy said a shy grin surfacing her face. She could feel herself blushing and tried to hide it. “That was slick but actually my girl lives in Atlanta her name is Michelle and she’s two, my only daughter, and I love her to death.” Jihan missed his baby girl so much and he boasted about her any chance he got to anyone who would listen. Tammy was speechless but a little embarrassed he got her good. “So since we both only have one night here how about we do it up in my penthouse suite; it’s no need for me to have it all to myself it’s huge.” Tammy asked Jihan hoping he wouldn’t think she was some type of freak or one night stand jump off. She was really just in need of some attention and conversation. Jihan thought she’d never ask and he was actually glad he didn’t have to. “I would love to Tammy but I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything you know we could end the night here and pick up in the morning.” Jihan said hoping she would pick up on the reverse psychology and still invite him to come anyway. “Well I don’t want to force you to come but I would love for us to finish this conversation before I leave and seeing as this is my last night you don’t really have a choice.” Tammy replied tugging on his arm and pulling him toward the hotel. Jihan followed behind thinking to himself this chick has no idea. As Tammy opened the door to her suite she turned back to show Jihan around but she was immediately hit with a glass over her head. Jihan knocked Tammy out cold and dragged her to the sofa where he tied her feet and arms with some leather belts he found in the bedroom. It was about an hour before Tammy awoke with a huge headache. She had no idea where she was or what happened until she saw Jihan in front of her and it all came back to her. “What the fuck is going on here?” Tammy screamed afraid of what was before here. “Look just make this short and sweet for me ma I don’t want to hurt you aight just swallow this and say a prayer, whether you fight or give in your not gonna make it to the morning, so take your pick nice and easy or hard and rough.” Jihan replied with little compassion or concern in his voice. “What is this some type of rape shit, are you some psycho or some shit I should have known they always say not to trust anyone in foreign land, I’m so fucking stupid.” Tammy replied so upset with herself for not being more cautious. She was damn sure not about to go out like this. “Me psycho, no my dear that would be you that’s why I’m here, now if you would make this easy on the both of us please take this bottle of pills and shove it ma.” Jihan said shoving the bottle of pills into Tammy’s chest hard as hell. “Look I don’t know what you think you know or why you’re even doing this but if you have any heart I’m asking you not to do this sir, think about your life and your daughter.” Tammy said hoping that this man before her had some type of heart or guilty conscience. “Look I was told to make this easy but you want to play hard I aint got time for this shit.” Jihan said as he pulled out his nine from behind his back and pushed it to Tammy’s head. Just as he was about to pull the trigger Tammy looked up into his eyes. “Please don’t I’m pregnant.”

  Chapter 6

  Hollywood

  Paris woke up the next morning feeling like a zombie. She couldn’t quite recollect the events of the night before but after looking at her hair and smudged eye shadow it was a rough night. She rushed to the bathroom to freshen up before Miles woke up. From the look of things he would be knocked out for a while. Shit she must of put it on him! She was on her way into the bathroom when the phone rang. “Hello.” Paris answered. “Hey what up is Miles there?” asked a man in a deep monotone voice. “He’s not available at the moment can I take a message for ya?” Paris asked in a rush to get whoever was on the phone off so that she could get her naked ass in the shower. “Yea ma tell him Jihan called and I finished that work he needed done.” There was no chance for Paris to respond because all she heard in her ear was the dial tone how rude. She headed up to the shower and hopped in the hot shower. As the steam penetrated and she let the water hit her ripened breasts she sat and recollected her thoughts. She could honestly say she was in love with Miles and she didn't want to be away from him. She felt like she could tell him anything and she hoped he felt the same. Paris hoped out the shower and looked at the clock it was damn near three o’ clock in the afternoon. She had never slept in like that before must have been that good good Miles’ introduced her to last night. She was hoping he had some more. She began getting ready for their studio session tonight at six… She left Miles’ a message on the kitchen counter and hoped in the whip, she wanted to hit up Kitson and do some late afternoon shopping before Miles’ woke up. Shopping was a new hobby that Paris had picked up thanks to Miles. She always had an eye for fashion but never had the means to buy the things she liked. That was all different now and she was loving every minute of it. As Paris was parking she noticed a manila folder lying on the back seat. She figured it might be important and maybe she should open it to make sure it wasn’t something Miles would need while she was out. Paris opened the envelope and was confused by the contents. It was a doctor’s note for Tamyra Marie Strong that stated she was pregnant. Who in the hell was this chick. Maybe this car was rented or something? Maybe she was a family member or employee who accidentally left her info in Miles’ car. Whoever it was Paris needed to get to the bottom of it she just didn’t know how to ask Miles about it. She didn’t want to come off as being over protective or insecure, I mean her and Miles weren’t even exclusive yet. Paris get it together. She thought to herself. She had more important things to worry about like her album and her studio session tonight. All this would have to wait until then. Just like the stripper business she had to keep her one goal in mind and that was getting money. Miles awoke to find Paris and his car keys gone. He hoped out of bed in his Calvin Klein boxers wrapping his terry cloth robe around his waist and made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He saw a yellow post it on the counter.

  “Papa- Went out to Kitson to pick up some things. Took the whip I’ll be back in a few….. in time for the session tonight I cant wait….. Oh Yea Jihan called and said he finished the job you needed done. He didn’t leave a callback number.

  Love, Paris”

  Miles was relieved to know Jihan finally came through he was starting to get worried. He didn’t even bother calling him to tell him to pick up the rest of the money from the office. Instead he just transferred it straight to his PNC account. Miles always learned a good business man never had any excuses. So before Jihan could even ask for it, it would be in his hands already. And that’s what Miles called good business. Miles sipped on his water thinking how great his whole plan was working. He got rid of Tammy and her headache
aka “his supposed child” and he got Paris as his main chick what more could a dude ask for. He ran upstairs showered and decided to meet Paris for an early dinner at STK a popular steakhouse in West Hollywood.

  The crowd at STK was hectic. The only other celebs there were the Kardashian sisters if you consider them on celebrity status. But there was a slew of paparazzi’s out flicking every chance they got. Miles wanted to make sure Paris’ image wasn’t tainted by the media before she even dropped her first single. “So you ready to record tonight? You aint nervous are you?” Miles asked Paris with a little sarcasm in his voice. “Not at all I was born to do this.” Paris said forking a mouthful of salad into her mouth. “Well let’s get out of here and make a hit record ma.” Miles said as he got up and motioned for his assistant to take care of the check.

  Paris and Miles drove deep into Hollywood past the Beverly Center and pulled up to Westlake Studios. Making their way into Studio A Paris could feel her anxiety fall to the pit of her stomach. Miles had told her she would be working with an accomplished super producer named Boogie from NYC who refereed to everybody as cat. For example instead of saying this guy or that dude he would say this cat or that cat. Crazy but cute at the same time. Paris was nervous at first but after hearing the track she knew that she was going to kill this song. Boogie hooked her up with a hot remake of the old Eveyln Champagne King classic “Love Come Down”. After a long night the song was almost complete and both Miles and Boogie were surprised that Paris got it that quick. Miles motioned for Paris to come out the booth. "Hey Boog can I get a sec with Paris just got to go over some contracts and stuff, I know you don't want to sit through that." Miles said. "Oh no prob I got to go meet up with these cats in studio B real quick anyway for my session after this so just hit me when you all are done." Boogie said as he made his way out the door. "Was that last run okay at the end I don't want to do too much... it was too much wasn't it?" Paris said uneasy about her vocal choices. "No your vocals are fine but you seem a little tense, it's normal for you to be nervous but I just want you to loosen up a bit." Miles said using his great hustler antics to lure Paris into smoking another woolah. "Well I would love to loosen up and I think I know what will help me loosen up." Paris said hoping Miles would get the idea that she wanted to smoke without her having to ask him. Just like clock work Miles asked "Do you wanna smoke again? That seemed to help you and ME last night." Miles said smiling remembering the great sex they had the night before. Paris shook her head and the two headed out to the tinted range to be sure that no paps would get a hold of them. After smoking what Paris thought was weed she was definitely feeling right. She went into the studio and finished the track and to no surprise it came out perfect. Miles was a born perfectionist and believed nothing was done until it was perfect. Miles and Paris finished up at the studio at nearly six AM and Paris banged out four tracks for her upcoming album. They were scheduled to go back to the city later that night and Paris was happy to get back to the city. Not only did she have some appearances to make but she also was excited to meet her new stylist and go shopping. She heard that she was a sweetheart and she was hoping maybe they could become friends. Hell they already had two key things in common and that was a love for shopping and spending Miles' money, what else did a girl need. Little did Paris know they had more in common than just that.

  Chapter 7

  C.R.E.A.M

  Jihan boarded his plane and he had to admit he was sad to leave St.Barts it was so peaceful there. But NYC was home and he had some unfinished business to take care of there. He was happy that Miles transferred the money into his account so that he could go get some new equipment. He knew that this new job would call for some serious work, research, and machinery if you get the drift. This new job he was on made Miles’ money seem like chump change and he was excited to finally say that this would be his last job. He had saved up enough money to move to Atlanta and open his own High end Sneaker Boutique. He had been planning this for years and he was finally in the position to make it happen. He had been killing damn near his whole life to provide a decent living for him and his seed, and he was ready to get out the game. He just hated the way it all went down. He still had a guilty conscience about the Miles Tammy situation, but it would all be behind him after a few weeks when he moved down south. In the meantime he would just lay low and play his position. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep as his plane took off.

  Paris and Miles exited the company jet and hopped into an Escalade which was waiting for them. The paparazzi were out and the speculation about their secret romance was building. At first it bothered Miles but hey any publicity is good publicity so he embraced it and kept them guessing. With Tammy out of the way he could do him with Paris and the two didn’t have to try and hide it. This week would prove itself to be tough with Paris putting the finishing touches on her album and all. They spent a grueling three weeks in LA and Miles had her working like Beyonce with little rest and much work. It was like Paris lived in the studio. Her album would have been done in two weeks if it wasn’t for her vocal chords getting tired. The doctor had warned Miles about putting such a strain on Paris’ vocals but Miles ignored it he had too get this money by any mean necessary. Paris would be fine. And indeed she was. With her smoking what she thought was weed it was like she was on ten all the time ready to do whatever. Paris’ single “I Used to Love Him” was slated to go out this Tuesday and it was already getting buzz thanks to a leak Miles had done earlier last week. Paris couldn’t be happier; she was excited about her new single and album coming out soon. She was a bit nervous about the TV and radio appearances’ she had coming up on TV and radio. The media was having a field day with her and Miles’ relationship. She was told by her PR to just say that she respected Miles’ as an entertainment mogul and looked up to him as a mentor. With Miles being ten years her senior it looked crazy for them to be dating. But hey if Russell and Kimora could get away with it why couldn’t they? Paris and Miles split up and she was headed to vocal training. Miles hopped in his Rover and made his way to the office. As he settled in he checked the web to see if Paris’ single was getting some positive Internet press. He was ecstatic at what he saw. Right on the NY Post front pages was a shocking alert stating “Tammy Strong stylist to the stars found dead in a St. Barts hotel room at the age of 28.” Miles was sad to see her go this way but happy that she and that little rotten kid she claimed was his, was gone forever! Some may look at him as a murderer but Tammy put it on herself. Miles wasn’t an ATM Automatically.Take.Miles money, Tammy having his kid meant that she would have total control over all his finances and his life. He couldn’t have that. So he was glad to see her gone. Miles wanted to settle down and have kids one day but right now just wasn’t the time. Not to mention if he would be settling down with anyone it wouldn’t be Tammy.