Page 29 of Absolute Fulfillment
Shorty took my silence as an invitation into my office and opened the door. I didn’t care for that, but I also didn’t feel like getting at her right now.
“Damn, y’all are twins.”
“No shit. Ren, when the fuck you start letting your employees barge in here? She just almost got her T-Rex shaped ass shot.”
I shook my head. “I don’t. Now what you need?” My attention rested on her face and not the fact that she barged in my office in a bikini bottom, heels, and donut pasties.
Juicy sucked her teeth loudly. “Um… can I talk to you in priv?—”
“No need. What you need to say to me can be said in front of my brother.” I looked away from her and my eyes landed on my phone. I had a text from Caya.
“Damn, I was kinda thinking we could speak in private.”
“Yo, what do you need?”
She glanced between me and my brother before settling her attention back on me. “ Fine. Are you fucking Stardust? Because if you are we c?—”
“It don’t matter who I’m fucking or not fucking because it ain’t your business. As a matter of fact, I ain’t even fucking you. Soon as you get that through your thick ass skull, the more money you’ll make because you’ll be out there dancing and not in my fucking face.”
The look she gave me was priceless, but I got my point across and that was another brownie point for me when it came to Caya…Keeping the bitches out my face.
She stormed out, leaving me and my brother in the office. Of course he busted up laughing. “Yo, you got a type on you. Cause what the fuck did you see in her?”
“Not a damn thing, but you see them lips? They can suck sin from Lucifer.”
He laughed.
My phone vibrated again, another message from Caya.
Caya:Going to see Lotus tonight with Harlem. You?
She was responding to my message asking her what she was doing tonight.
I didn’t do the texting, so I clicked her contact and requested to FaceTime. I didn’t know anything about this rapper Lotus, but per Chicagoans, he was a poet with the cadence of a rapper.
“I’m in the middle of a client, Rennix. How can I help you?”
“Where you going to see him at?”
“I don’t know the exact location, but it’s the club that’s almost up north in the old factory building. The name just changedrecently. It’s in my phone and I have gel all over my hands. Why, what’s wrong?”
“Shit. Where is Adonis gonna be?”
“With his auntie. I’m cashing in on those favors. Am I going to see you tonight?”
“Depends on what you tryna do wit?—”
“Yo, I’on wanna hear all that. Wait till I leave to get on that lovey dovey shit.”
Caya laughed. “Hello to you too, Reminisce.”
“What’s up Friend Caya… nah, my bad. Girlfriend Caya,” his real funny ass greeted.
I cut my eyes. “The fuck up.” I mugged him then focused my attention back on Caya. “Get back to what you doing and don’t forget to send me that address. I’m tryna see how far you are.”
“Alright, Renny.” She said that shit to get under my skin because she’d heard Reminisce say it before.
As soon as I was off the phone with her, I dialed my brother. He knew club scenes because he owned a club, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he had just changed the name of his club over some legal shit with this bitch ass promoter.
