Four Letter Word (Completed)

-45-

"Alright, so I fucked up," I admit.

"No, you just fucked. Just giving dick all silly nilly," Athena says making me look at her in surprise.

When she puts her hand on her forehead I ask, "You good?"

"No. If this DRIVER doesn't quit hitting every bump and dip in the road I'm going to throw up all on the back of his head!" Athena says loudly. I can see the driver look in the rear view mirror back at us.

"Uh, if you could just drive a little more carefully. She's pregnant," I explain to the driver. He nods his head then I turn to Athena. "I told you to stay in New York. You didn't have to come."

"So I'm just supposed to quit working because I'm pregnant? It's just nausea. I don't know why I agreed to have your brothers big headed baby anyway. Plus, I wasn't going to let you come out here by yourself with Saweetie."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What's that supposed to mean? Did Desdemona tell you to come?"

"She didn't have to tell me to, but when she asked if I was I knew. I wouldn't trust you around her either. You can't even be trusted to get Saweetie in check."

"I have tried. What am I supposed to do? I can't control Diamonté," I say with aggravation.

"Women feel comfortable doing things when you let them. Quit being so damn friendly. Check the bitch and nip it in the bud for good. I wish my nigga would let a hoe disrespect me and still be buddy buddy with her...tuh!" Athena says looking out of the window. I try to say something, but she doesn't let one syllable come out. "TUH!" She says harder.

I smack my lips. "Whatever."

Once we get to the hotel, I change out of the clothes I wore to the meeting into a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. I knew all the women were going to take a little while longer to get ready. Even if my employees are technically here to work, they're going to dress all up for this festival.

I sit on my bed FaceTiming Desdemona. Her face pops onto my screen with a smile. "Wassup, Starboy," She says giving me a head nod making me laugh.

"You ain't gangsta. Where you at?"

"At Z Gallerie furniture shopping. Atlanta is... nice. I actually really like it."

"Yeah, it's coo. Different. At least for me being from NY. The South is just different as a whole."

"Yeah. I don't think I'm ready to move here permanently. New York is still home, but a few months away won't hurt. This new headquarters and house is a good start though. How's Texas?"

"Regular. Got the deal sealed with Pandora, so that's good." Of course Desdemona smiles because she's proud about everything I do no matter how small or big.

"If you keep signing all these deals shit might get real."

"Ooh, that's a bar!" I say putting my fist to my mouth to hype it.

She laughs. "You know I keep a couple bars in the stash," she says brushing off her shoulder. She pauses then asks, "You talk to ol' girl?"

"Who?" I ask in confusion.

"Icy, wifey, that bitch wanna fight me." I bug my eyes before laughing when I realize she's rapping Saweetie's song.