That Lifestyle (Sequel to being roc royals sister)

Chapter 23

Michael:"imma cut to the chase, you must've lost your rabbit ass mind if you think i'm allowing you out the house to go anywhere with that on. I don't care if you was only going to the grocery store you wouldn't go in that" he attempted to dictate me

Me:"its not that big of a deal" I shrugged imitating his exact response from earlier, leaving him dumbfounded

Michael:"you are so petty its insane"

Me:"oh im sorry I just thought it wasn't a big deal" i shrugged grabbing the keys to the lambo and walking out the door.
I hopped in the car and by no time I was pulling up in the parking lot of the packed vicinity. I figured it would be packed being that its Quavo birthday and this is where he was celebrating it. I parked next to Angel Car and headed to front of the packed line, ignoring the people screaming at me and snapping pictures of me.

Bouncer:"wassup yn? How ya been?" James the bounced asked. He was tall, dark, and buff beyond your Wildest dreams

Me"great, you?" I asked making conversation as he grabbed the red velvet rope and unlaced it from the silver stump it was attached to.

James:"good, how's the kids?"

Me:"there good, how's Bella?" I asked about his daughter

James:"she hanging in there, all you can do when you have chicken pox"

Me:"awe poor baby, send her and Janis my love"

James:"will do,you have a goodnight now" he said latching the velvet rope after me and tending back to the crowd. I could see Angel in VIP with offset. So that's where I went avoiding the large crowd downstairs of fuck boys, fake ballers, broke flexers, and sad saps who just got out an relationship and are trying to drink and dance their pity away.

Quavo:"Yn! C'mere girl I aine thank you'd make it" he said hopping up and hugging me

Me:" happy birthday Quavious. And I couldn't miss it you only turn 29 once" I said hugging him

Quavo:"don't say it like DAT make me sound old, & where my gift?"

Me:"Me coming here was yo gift😂whatchu thought?" I joked

Quavo:"c'mone mane quit playn" he urged excited

I pulled out a stack and gave it to him. His eyes lit up as he took the rubber band off it to count it then hug me again, only tighter this time.

Me:"bruh, get off me and enjoy yo birthday" I commanded laughing. He did as told then ran his eyes over me and my outfit

Quavo:"hol' up luh baby, where ya mans? Why he let you out wit dis on? Nah bruh, nigga ain't doing his job. He dumb if he let ya out fa crib by yaself wit dis on" he asked

Being that me and him are some what close I sat with him on the couch in VIP and told him the whole story and my plan.

Quavo:"hell Nah that nigga definitely doing his job wrong. He ain't een text ya? Nah not me, if I had a wife looking like you? Bruh Ion care what I got going on i'd be calling up checkn on you err'hour on da hour! Ya digg?"

Me:"but he real life be on bullshit, because if I would've done it he would've automatically assumed I was cheating but I'd be wrong if I assumed that of him"

Quavo:"listen shawty, take it from a real nigga ight? Any dude that constantly think you cheating on him is probably guilty minded because he cheating on you" he informed sipping on his henny

Me:"ya think so?" I asked unsure

Quavo:"positive! Do yo self a favor and check that and quick. Because me? I don't care where you at if I don't approve of your outfit Imma come up in DAT jawn and take you home" he repeated looking at me again then shaking his head. "Damn shame" he mumbled