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I looked at my phone. 7:30 a.m. This hoe been in this man room for a good 6 hours. The door opened and out came Prince Christopher himself. He looked at me and shook his head laughing.
"Ain't nothing funny I ran out of ice cream,"I said.
"Can't afford to buy no more?" He questioned
"Nigga I got enough, I'm just lazy... Where's Destiny?" I asked
"Sleep,"
"Well wake her ass up we need to get to work in a lil bit,"
He slumped down beside me and looked at me while I looked ahead.
"What you do for work?" He asked.
"I'm a performer," I said.
It technically wasn't lying so it was whatever plus he didn't know me and chances are he didn't want to. He just want to smash.
"Really?"
"Not a singer, Pop star type shit," I told him.
"Oh, what type of performer?"
"A dancer,"
"A stripper?"
"Nah, strippers are ghetto ratchet hoes that do this shit for fun... I'm a dancer," I corrected him.
"Oh, you a stripper well it was nice knowing you..." He said getting up.
"You do realize you fucked a stripper in that room right?" I said getting up.
"Yeah," He said laughing.
"You rude as hell.... That's what I get for being star strucked," I muttered.
"I'm rude? You cussed my ass out last night,".
"No I rejected yo ass last night,"
"Whatever you tryna do this lil corny ass hard to get shit and it's annoying, now if yo ass ain't interested wake up yo damn friend and leave," He barked.
"Nah she can stay but I'm gone,"
I grabbed my keys and went to the lobby and men with cameras were outside.
