Page 6 of Made to Love Ya

“I know. It’s pissing me off, too, but I gotta stay chill. One of us does anyway. So, while I’m chasing down footage, what will you be doing?”

“I can swing by and check on Frost’s girls to see which one of them is out here bashing our shit.”

Jaylen shook his head.

“You ain’t slick at all, my nigga,” he stated as he stood from the chair he had occupied when he’d brought his iPad into my office minutes ago to tell me about the latest blog post.

“I’m just doing the hard shit that nobody else wants to do. Getting my fingers dirty and whatnot.”

“Damn, nigga. Don’t tell me you be up in there playing with their pussies and getting your little willie hard while they shaking a tail feather.”

I mugged him. “Nigga, get the fuck outta my office.”

The minute he stepped out, I picked up my phone and dialed my boy Frost.

“Wassup, big homie?” he greeted.

“Nothing much. Check it. I’ve got some shit that I wanna run past you.”

“I’m all ears.”

“You know I have my hands in several pots.”

“Right.”

“Well, a few of my ventures happen to be restaurants. We’ve been working on getting a Michelin star, but every time that shit rolls around, somebody keeps bashing our restaurant and giving it negative reviews. I honestly think it’s impacting our rating and preventing us from getting that star.”

“You need me to send some niggas out?”

“Nah. It’s nothing like that, Frost. But I’m wondering if the blogger might be one of your dancers.”

“Word?”

“Whoever’s writing this blog has named itT’s Tasty Temptations.”

The phone went silent for a minute before he chuckled. “Nigga, is you fucking with me?”

“Frost, you ain’t never known me to be that dude. I’m dead ass, man.”

“Why the fuck is they using the name of my club on their blog?”

“That’s what I want to know. More specifically, I was thinking it might be one of your dancers.”

“Nah, them bitches better have better shit on their minds than trashing somebody’s business and using my name to do it.”

“You never know, man.”

“Listen, I’ll check in with all my dancers and see what I can find out.”

“That’s cool, too, but I was thinking about swinging through myself.”

“You want me to let Xanthe know you’re coming?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Definitely that.”

“A’ight. See you tonight?”

“Round nine,” I stated.

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