Amir nodded, before he lifted his remote to control his wireless music system. Seconds later, a melodic tune blared from the speakers.
“Okay, I like that,” Kina announced, as she shamelessly hopped up and began dancing.
Soon after, Randi joined her.
Jaylen sat back drinking cup after cup of Hennessy, as Randi bent it over, hoping to arouse him. At some point Amir and Kina slipped out to the back, leaving him and Randi alone. Drunkenly, Jaylen watched her, as her ass hung out of her shorts. She continued to dance, knowing that he was her audience.
“Aint you tired yet?” He finally asked.
Randi snickered, as she switched over to the couch. “You’re a mean drunk. Reminds me of my baby daddy…well, not my baby’s daddy. His brother. Yeah, you talk shit like him.”
Jaylen waved his head from side to side, realizing that he was truly fucked up. “Am I supposed to care about the shit you’re saying?” he slurred.
“I guess not.” Randi sat down next to him. “But why are you so mean? Is it because of that crazy pregnant girl? Did she fuck you up that night?”
“Nah, actually I went to sleep with my dick hard,” he answered, completely misunderstanding her question in his drunken state.
“Damn,” Randi animatedly shuttered. “Sounds like she’s sleeping on the job.”
“Nah,” Jaylen yawned. “She was just mad cause you was all over a nigga in the club. I had to be fucked up to allow that shit,” he chuckled.
“Umm,” Randi pursed her lips, and she eased her hand into his lap. “What about tonight?”
His eyes wandered down to her hand. “What about tonight?”
“Are fucked up enough to let me get close?” she asked seductively.
He smiled. “You something else, Lil’ Red. Why you trying to fuck a nigga? Huh? You hoping that I’ma bust off in that pussy, and grant you eighteen years of guaranteed child support?”
“Nope. Not at all. I have one child already, and life has already taught me that a baby don’t change shit. My daughter barely knows who her daddy is, so definitely not trying to get there again. I’m all about fun, daddy. You can’t get with that?”
Jaylen licked his lips, as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “You know I got a gal, right?”
She shook her head. “No, I didn’t know that.”
He laughed. “So, you acknowledge that the girl who came tripping in the club was pregnant, but you didn’t know that I had somebody?”
“No, I didn’t,” she maintained. “Niggas, get hoes pregnant every day. Aint nothing special about that.”
“Yeah, okay,” he uttered, before his head fell back.
Licking her lips, Randi saw this as the perfect opportunity. Luckily, Jaylen was dressed down in a white tee, basket ball shorts, white socks, with Gucci flip flops. Therefore, maneuvering her hand into his shorts and boxers was a piece of cake. With no hesitation, she whipped his limp dick out. Crawling to her knees, she licked the tip.
Jaylen’s eyes popped open, before peering down at her. “What you doing, man?”
In response, Randi took his dick down her throat.
“Oh, fuck.” His head fell back again.
Randi bobbed her head up and down vigorously.
Jaylen’s feet curled in his socks. “Shit,” he breathed. “You’s a nasty bitch,” he commented as she got sloppy with it. “Aww fuuuuck! Rye,” he wheezed, as busted in her mouth.
Randi lifted her head with a smile. “I sucked that dick so good that you just gave me a nick name, huh? Rye? I kind of like it.”
“What?” Jaylen shook his head.
“Nothing,” she giggled, as she attempted to straddle him.
“Nah, nah, what you doing?” he pushed her off him, and she landed on the couch.
“What you mean? I haven’t gotten mine yet.”
He shrugged. “Nah, you tripping. I left my dick in the car,” he claimed, before he passed out, snoring.
***
“Aww, shit!” Jaylen gasped, as he hopped out of his sleep. Instantly, he knew that he’d fucked up, as he realized that he was still on Amir’s couch.
“What’s wrong?” Randi questioned groggily, as her head rested on his shoulder.
“Man, get the fuck off me.” he jerked his shoulder away. “Where the fuck is my phone?” he patted his pockets.
“It’s on the ottoman, but I think it’s dead. It’s been ringing all morning long,” Randi responded in a raspy voice.
“Fuck, man!” he vented, as he hopped and snatched his cell up. Glancing around, he asked, “What time is it?”
“Almost one in the afternoon.”
“You bullshitting?”
“Nope.” She shook her head.
“Damn, I fucked up,” he grumbled, as he hastily scooted his feet in his Gucci flip flops. “Amir!” he stomped to the back the condo. “Amir!” he pounded on his bedroom door.
After a few seconds, Amir pulled the door open. “What’s up?” he questioned, while wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
“Nigga, why you let me fall asleep here like that?”
“Shit, nigga, I aint know. I never came back out. We fucked and passed out.”
“Fuck!” Jaylen spewed.
“Nigga, calm down. You act like you work for somebody is gonna get fired or some shit.”
“What you mean? Today’s Rye’s grand opening. The shit started a hour ago.”
Amir’s jaw drop. “Damn, no shit?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“Well, shit,” Amir scratched the side of his head. “You better take off like Flow Joe, and come up with a hell of a excuse when you get there.”
Jaylen spun around, headed to the door. “Ion know what the fuck I was thinking. She gon clown today, for sho’. And I can’t even blame her.”
***
Rye felt overwhelmed, as the crowds poured into her salon. The space was sizable but did nothing for the massive amount of people who’d shown up, due to brilliant marketing. Keyasia had over a million followers alone, and she was just one of many who’d pushed the salon on social media. People were showing up in droves, if for nothing else other than to rub elbows with the who’s who around Houston. Undoubtedly, her business was a breakout success, as she’d already been booked up for the next two months.
Trying to fulfill her sisterly duties, Rye had hired DeAndra for the approaching summer as an assistant. With Raven giving the space for free, initially Rye wasn’t concerned about hiring other hair stylists and charging them booth fees, but with the overflow of customers, she knew that it would be foolish not to capitalize on that. Therefore, she’d already decided that she was going to hit up two beauticians she knew personally, in hopes of getting them to join her in the shop.
Beyond the business side of things, naturally she was pissed, and her day was ruined. What was supposed to be a special occasion had been flipped upside down, as Jaylen was a no-show at home the night before and had yet to show his face at the event. A huge part of her just wanted to be alone and drown herself in tears, but she had business to handle. Therefore, she had to put her emotions aside and present a fake smile.
“Rye, let me introduce you to somebody,” Raven urged, grabbing her hand. Together they stepped over to two chicks, who had a few kids with them. “This is Falen and Toya,” she introduced. “And yall this is my little sister, Rye.”
“Hey,” both women spoke simultaneously.
“Hi,” Rye waved. “I’ve heard that name Falen before. “You don’t sell hair, do you?” Rye addressed the girl with the wild curly hair.
Falen smiled graciously. “I do.”
“Yeah, Rye, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Raven revealed. “After Falen heard that you were my little sister and that your business is booming, she asked if you would be interested in selling hair here.”
“Yeah, I did,” Falen added. “I’d sell to you at wholesale prices, which is something I only do for family.”
Rye nodded. “Oh,
definitely. After this, we’ll have to link up and discuss the details, but count me in, for sure.”
“That’s what’s up.” Falen nodded, as she grabbed her anxious toddler’s hand.
“Yeah, and my beautician Big Tasha is just gonna have to be mad at me, baby,” Toya spoke. “You know them old school beauticians don’t really know much about frontals, and I’ve seen your work. You’s a beast. When I can I come through and you work that magic on my head.”
“Just for you, I’ll do your hair when me and Falen link up. Yall can just stop by here,” Rye offered.
Toya nodded with a satisfied grin on her face. “That’s what’s up. We linking up ASAP. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Alright, well, it was nice meeting you, Rye,” Falen uttered, before gazing down at her son. “Come on, let’s go, Tip. I’m finna drop you off to ya daddy, cause I aint got time today.”
“Yeah, nice meeting you,” Toya rebutted, before they ambled off with their children.
“What’s wrong with you?” Raven asked her the moment they were alone. “I can tell that something aint right.”
Rye sighed heavily. “Nothing. I’m okay,” her voice cracked.
“No, you’re not. What happened? What did Jaylen do?” Raven pressed, as concern etched across her face.
“He…he didn’t come home last night, and I’m just frustrated, right now. I don’t know what to do.”
“Girl,” Raven dragged out, as she held her forehead. “Niggas, Lord. They always cut up when you’re at your most vulnerable state.”
“Tell me about it,” Rye sniveled.
“Well, if I was you, I wouldn’t stress over it. You’re standing here looking gorgeous in your five thousand dollar Dolce and Gabbana dress, courtesy of your big sister, of course. And you’re about to make a shit load of money. So, fuck Jaylen. We’ll deal with him later. I’ll personally help you come up with ways to make his ass suffer. Have his ass on his knees crying. Do you hear me?”
Rye cackled. “Yeah, I hear you.”
“Good.” Raven smiled, as she kissed her cheek. “Now, go say something to your mama. I just saw her step through the door.”
Rye nodded, before heading over to Konya. “Hey, ma, I see you made it.”
Konya stood in the middle of the room and glanced around. “Oh, my God, Rye. This has far exceeded my expectations. This is so sleek and posh. I could see this being the it spot for celebrities to get their hair done. Rye’s Glam Spa sounds so perfect. It fits this place. Oh, baby, mama is so proud of you.”
“Thank you,” Rye blushed. They hugged each other tightly, before letting go. “Where’s DeAndra? She didn’t come with you?” she asked, as she peered around.
“No,” Konya shook her head. “Since she’ll be working for you, I thought that she’d be one of the first ones here.”
“Nah, she said that she wasn’t coming to Houston ‘til today, besides, I had more than enough help with everything. Jaylen got his party planners to handle everything. Shoot, I didn’t have to do much, beyond showing up today, myself.”
“Okay, okay,” Konya nodded. “Where’s Jaylen now?”
Rye gulped but tried to play it off. “I don’t know. He’s around here somewhere.”
“Well, I’ll find him. Now, let me go find myself a drink around here, baby.”
“Alright,” Rye agreed just as she spotted Ray-Ray. They locked eyes as he strolled over.
“What’s up, baby girl?” he smiled. “I see you doing big things around here. This place really came together.”
Rye humbly nodded. “Thanks.”
Ray-Ray paused. “Something aint right. I see sadness in your eyes. Where that nigga Jaylen at?”
She shrugged, as her heart skipped a beat. How could he read her so well? “I don’t know.”
He frowned. “You don’t know?”
“No.”
“So, he didn’t come here with you?”
“No.”
“Is he even here?”
She shook her head.
“What the fuck is that about?”
She breathed. “I don’t know.”
Ray-Ray angrily nodded. “I’ma see his ass today. See what the fuck was going on.”
Rye tucked her lips into her mouth, as she considered telling him that it wasn’t necessary. She was grown and could handle her own relationship, but the little girl inside of her wanted her daddy to check his ass for playing with her heart.
“Okay, daddy, let me go to speak to my friend over there,” Rye sputtered without thinking.
Ray-Ray stood in shock. “Daddy? Did you just call me daddy?”
She smirked, as her face flushed with embarrassment. “That was a slip of the tongue.”
“Damn,” he swallowed. “I wish that it wasn’t. That shit sounded good coming from you, baby girl.”
Feeling emotional, she hugged him. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. For a brief moment, she rested her head on his chest, and simply breathed. Ray-Ray took the liberty of kissing her forehead, before they finally released one another.
“Alright, I’ma let you get back to your guests, but when all this is over…we gon talk.”
She nodded, right before Blue approached her.
“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled, with a dozen of roses in tow.
She examined him from head to toe. He was wearing a True Religion ensemble and had a fresh cut. “Hey, are those for me?”
“Yep,” he answered. “I didn’t know if your…uh, boyfriend was gonna be here, so I was planning on handing them off for somebody else to give them to you. But when I didn’t see him anywhere, I said fuck it.” he handed her the roses.
She snickered. “If you felt like that, then why did you come at all?”
“Because,” he licked his lips. “I listened to you talk about this day, before you even knew that it would ever really happen. So, I had to witness your dreams manifest into reality. You know what I’m saying?”
A chill shot up her spine. “Aww, Blue, that was so sweet of you.”
He nodded, humbly. As Rye gazed his way, she couldn’t help but notice DeAndra stepping through the door. She quickly grew infuriated when she realized that Dee had Dewayne by her side.
“I know this bitch didn’t.”
“Huh?” Blue furrowed his brows in confusion.
“Hold up,” Rye placed up a palm, halting him. “I’ll be right back,” she fumed, before stomping off. With a snarl on her face, she approached her sister and Dewayne.
“Hey, sis, this is nice. Who helped put all this together? I know you didn’t do it by yourself, especially with the…baby. I know you sleep half the day away,” Dee rambled.
Dewayne glanced around. “Yeah, this is real nice. Looks like it took a pretty penny too.”
Rye’s jaw tightened. “DeAndra, who told you that it was okay to bring him here?”
“What?” Dee frowned. “Daddy is a grown man, in case you forgot. I didn’t bring him anywhere, but we did decide to walk in together.”
“And even then, you didn’t think that you should give me a head’s up?”
Dewayne cleared his throat. “Leave your sister out of this, Rye. Matter of fact, DeAndra, go grab me a drink. Let me and your sister talk for a minute.”
“Okay,” Dee obliged, as she strolled off.
Rye sucked her teeth, as she folded her arms across her breasts.
Dewayne gave her a onceover. “You know this is my first time seeing you, since I found out that you’re pregnant?”
“And?”
He shook his head. “When are we gonna end this beef, Rye. Contrary to what you believe, I am not the bad guy here.”
“Oh, okay. Then what exactly are you?”
He sighed. “I’m the man who stepped up and raise you when your own daddy wasn’t up for the task.”
“No, that’s not who you are.”
“Then you tell me who I am, Rye.”
“You’re
the guy that was infatuated with my mama, so you decided to deal with her baggage. I just so happen to come along with her, so I was tolerated. In your selfishness, you decided that I didn’t need to know my real daddy. So, you took on a job he never asked you to. You don’t get brownie points for that.”
Dewayne’s face turned crimson red. “You think that your life would’ve turned out better had that…lowlife raised you?”
“Lowlife? Don’t you know that lowlife as you call him makes more in one hour, than you make all year. His daughter facilitated this space for free. That tells me that I probably wouldn’t have needed her help to get this place had I’d known my read daddy from the beginning.”
Dewayne was about to respond, when someone stood beside Rye.
“Sorry, I’m late,” Jaylen apologized, as he kissed her cheek.
“Hey, how you doing?” Dewayne questioned. “I’m her father, Dewayne.” He extended his hand for a shake.
Jaylen peered down at his hand like it had shit on it.
Dewayne angrily pulled his hand back. “You’re her little boyfriend, I presume.”
Jaylen lowered his into slits. “And you’re her bullshit ass stepdaddy, I guess.”
Although, Rye was still mad at Jaylen, he couldn’t have come at a better time.
“Baby girl, who is this?” Ray-Ray stepped up behind Rye, startling her.
She whipped her head around. “Huh?”
Ray-Ray stepped around her and addressed Dewayne directly. “Who is you?”
Rye nervously glanced around, hoping to spot Roz or somebody. Hell, anybody who could extinguish the fire that was clearly brewing.
“Who the hell are you?” Dewayne rebutted.
Ray-Ray elbowed Jaylen. “Who the fuck is this cat?”
“He said that his name was Dewayne,” Jaylen answered.
Ray-Ray smiled cynically. “Dewayne, huh? I’ve been waiting to see you. We really need to talk.”
Dewayne narrowed his eyes. “Say, my man, I don’t know you, and now is not the
time---”
Aggressively, Ray-Ray stepped to him, leaving a miniscule amount of space between them. “Look, homeboy. You can either step outside like man, or I’ma knock your bitch ass out, right here. And see as how you so-called raised my daughter and shit, I know you wouldn’t want ruin her grand opening, would you?” he lifted a hand, and two guys Rye had never seen before waltzed over, and stood beside him.
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