"Oh my gosh!" Demetrius sigh, walking down his stairs. Whoever was at the door kept banging like they were police.
He hated when people constantly banged on his door like he didn't hear them the first time. Walking over to the door, he opened it to see Summer standing there and waiting.
"I lowkey wished it was the police." He thought to himself once he seen her.
"Umm, your not going to say hi?" Summer asked and he let out a small sigh.
"Whatchu need Summer?" He asked ignoring her comment. She roll her eyes, pushing him to the side and walking in. Demetrius rub the bridge of his nose, cursing to himself.
"Why it smell like perfume in here?" Summer asked as she sniffed the house, smelling lavender perfume. She turned around just as Demetrius walk over to her.
"You don't smell that?" She asked putting her hands on her hips.
"Smell what?" He asked and she kiss her teeth.
"Perfume, lavender to be specific. You got a girl here?" She questioned, squinting her eyes at him.
"Summer if that's why you came over here, you can gladly leave cause I don't have the time." He warned her, not in the mood. He was tried, stressed, and annoyed just because of one simple thing that happened.
"You never have the time hence why you been ignoring my calls. You do know that I'm almost four months pregnant right?" She asked him. Demetrius glance down at her stomach that was somewhat poking out.
He let out a defeated sigh, shoving his hands in his sweats. "No, I didn't know you were four months pregnant." He said, Summer threw her hands up scoffing.
"Of course you didn't cause you don't answer you phone. I call and text you all the time and you never respond. Why is that?"
"Cause I have you blocked." Demetrius answered, nonchalant and truthfully. He had Summer blocked ever since the dinner about a month ago.
He wasn't planning on unblocking her, but sadly he was gonna have to. Unfortunately...
"I like how your so proud to admit that. You know your actions is getting me so close to my decision to put you on child support. I bet you unblock me when you gotta pay a thousands dollars every month."
"Look I'll unblock you, but don't call me on some bullshit cause I'll curse you out."
"Good, cause I have a doctors appointment soon and you need to go. You know how embarrassing it is to walk in that room by myself. I'm too pretty for that." She flipped her blonde wig over her shoulder, Demetrius rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, aight. Is that all?" He asked.
"No, I wanna know what bitch you had here?"
"Get the fuck up." He told her, pointing at his door. She huffed, stomping over to the door like a kid. She tried to kiss him, but Demetrius moved his face.
"Rude ass." She mumbled walking out the house. He shook his head shutting the door after her.
"Jesus give me the strength."
*
"You mind if I sit here?"
"No, I don't." Constance answered moving her bag off the seat. The man sat down next to her, placing the huge cake box on his lap.
Constance couldn't help but to look over at the cake. It read, Happy 16th Birthday Sanya and Aanya.
"Granddaughters birthday?" She asked the man causing him to look over at her.
He chuckled, "I wish, but it's for my twin daughters. They turned 16 today." He told her and she nodded her head.
"Aww, that's cute. I'm sure they're running up your pockets for their sweet 16." She said in a joking manner, the guy letting out a defeated sigh.
"Yes, they are. Having me spend money on a limo for the two of them. They some spoiled kids."
"Dads tend to spoil they're daughters a lot. Expect them to have high standards in men later in life."
The guy started laughing making Constance laugh as well.
"Oh lord, they're going to be a handful."
"Yup, but it was nice meeting you..."
"Lamar." The man told her his name.
Constance smile, "I'm Constance. Tell your daughters I said happy birthday." She told him getting up, she waved at him before getting off the bus.
*A/N: remember Lamar for later on*
Constance took out her sketchbook then put her bag over her shoulder. She flipped through the book as she walked to a small building. Looking at the building, a small smile formed on her face as she read the large, white wording on it.
"Detroit Britches." She read the sign to herself. She was still determined to follow after her dream even though she was having a hard time.
But, she was in luck when she seen a flyer looking for designers at this particular building. She wasn't sure who the owners were, but she didn't care about that. She just wanted her stuff to get out there in the world. And what more easier way to do that than to put yourself out there.
She took a deep breath then headed in the building, the cold air giving her instant chills. She walk with confidence not wanting to look like she was terrified even if she was. She headed in a room, looking around.
"What are you doing in here?" She jumped turning around seeing a tall, white middle age women.
"I-All models need to be getting ready for rehearsal. Let's go." The women grabbed her hand, pulling her through some red curtains.
Constance eyes widen at all the beautiful women she seen. Some getting their hair done while others tried struggled to fit in their dresses. She was in awe seeing the pretty women of all colors. The diversity in the fashion wasn't all that common in certain areas.
"Jesus, this damn table." The lady cursed, shaking her head staring at the makeup table. She put her attention on Constance who was paying attention to her.
"Hello!" She snapped her fingers in her face, Constance looking at her.
"Sorry." Constance apologized for some reason. The lady roll her eyes, looking her over.
"Be sorry about your hair." She started off, touching Constance curls. "This won't do at all. I need this taken out ASAP."
Constance raise her brow, "Umm, this is my real hair." She told her.
"Sure it is. Gosh, I thought we told the models to go on a diet. We need you skinny, so you can fit in the dresses."
Constance look down at herself trying to figure out what was wrong. She had an hourglass figure for the most part. A little chubby around some areas, but a simple workout could easily get rid of it. She never thought about her body shape that much until right now.
"I'm not really that big, but weight shouldn't matter. Women are beautiful either way." Constance told the lady and she scoffed, laughing a little.
"Felix!" She shouted and a random guy popped up out of nowhere. "Cotton balls and orange juice please." She informed him, putting her hand out. Felix placed a few cotton balls in her hand and handled her an open orange juice.
"In the fashion industry, we need skinny women. So, if you want to be a model you need to look the part. Take these." The lady shoved the cotton balls and juice in Constance hands causing her to look down at it.
"Umm, that's nice and all but I'm not a model." She told her, giving back the orange juice. "I'm actually here cause of this flyer I seen." She reached in her purse taking out the flyer, showing her.
The lady snatched it out her hand examining it then tossing it on the floor. She snapped her fingers and a big, muscular man came over. He grabbed Constance arm, escorting her out.
"Uhh, okay please stop." She told the man as he gripped her arm tightly. He lightly threw her out the room just as the lady and Felix came out afterwards.
"Very unnecessary sir." She fixed her clothes getting herself together.
"I'm not looking for designers, I need models and your not one. So, you should head out." The women shooed her away, but Constance wasn't letting it up.
"Wait, I just wanna show you my own designs. They're really nice and I think they'll be nice for you company." She opened her sketchbook. She handed it to her and she snatched it out her hand.
"No." She handed it back and Constance tuck in her lips. "I don't want your street style clothes. I need elegance." She remarked.
"Yeah, but all your stuff is the same literally. You should change it up a bit."
The women raise her brow then let out a chuckle. "Fashion is more than clothes, it's art. It's the uniqueness that designers have. You out of all people should know about uniqueness since that's what you and your people know. Your style is unique not in a good way though. Come on Felix, we have actual designing to do."
Constance watched as the two of them walked away. She squinted her eyes about to walk back in the room, but the bodyguard stepped in front of her.
"Sir...excuse me." She said moving, only for him to step back in front of her. She tried three more times and the same things happened.
Finally giving up, she roll her eyes then stormed out. So much for trying to be out there.
*
"Yo." Demetrius called out, laying on the bed next to Constance. "I got a question." He tapped her and she look over at her.
"Yes?"
"Why did I find this in the trash?" He asked, she lifted her head up seeing he was flipping through her sketchbook.
She suck her teeth putting her head back down. "Cause that's where it belongs, so you should put it back." She muffled.
"Nah, I'm good. You drew these?"
"Yes, Demetrius. Each and everyone of them."
"And you also designed them as well?"
"Most of them...why do you care?" She asked looking back over at him. He turn his head towards her and gave her a smile.
"Cause I like them especially this two piece shit." He pointed to the outfit, Constance rolling her eyes at the picture.
"Well, your the only one that likes it so just toss it back in the trash when your done." she informed him.
"I doubt that, but can I see the ones you designed?" He asked, highly intrigued to see them.
"They're in my closet. Please be careful cause some have jewelry on them and I don't want them to fall off." She told him, he nodded his head getting off the bed and going to her closet.
She wasn't even sure why she cared about the jewelry since she wasn't planning on keeping the outfits. After the whole incident with the designer hours ago, her confidence went completely down.
She thought coming to Detroit would help her out, but it was just making things worse. New York would've better in her opinion, but she wanted to be known somewhere else. Plus, New York just wasn't a right place for her at the moment.
"You got plus size stuff?" Demetrius asked as he look in her closet.
"Why the fuck do you need plus size?" She asked. "Never mind I don't care, it's in a bin." She changed her mind since she didn't want to hear the reason.
"It's for a beautiful lady, my mother to be more specific." He began, picking up the bin then putting it on the edge of the bed. "Next week is her birthday and I'm being a good son by gifting her something. So, help me out."
He hit her ankle and she suck her teeth, trying to kick him but missed.
"Come on." He hit her again. She sigh, getting up off the bed.
"Fix your face." She flip him off then took the top off the bin.
"Lemme see a picture of your mom." She told him, holding her hand out. He reached in his pocket, taking out his phone and going on it.
Once he had a picture up, he handed it to her and she look at it. She look from the phone to Demetrius causing him to raise his brow.
"This your mom?" She asked and he nodded his head. "She's beautiful as hell."
"Thank you."
"I said she was beautiful, not you." She laughed a little handing him back his phone. She started looking at her clothes finding the right look that'll look best on his mom.
"How about this?" She questioned taking out a black neck print see through jumpsuit.
"Hell no." Demetrius said sternly and she started laughing. "That's see through?"
"Yeah, make her feel sexy."
"Yeah, no. She grown, but she not that grown."
Constance roll her eyes, putting the outfit back. She took out a pretty, blue floral two piece. She held it in front of Demetrius trying to see what he thought.
"Now, that's better not too grown. How much you want for it?" He asked taking out his wallet.
Constance started folding the outfit, "You don't need to pay me-"
"You said two hundred? Gotchu, here you go." He handed her two hundred dollar bills. Constance tuck in her lips, shaking her head.
"I can't tak-Yes, you can cause you don't have a choice. Okay?" She look up at him then nodded her head. She was excited, but didn't show it.
"Thank you." She thanked him, looking back at the money.
"No problem. I gotta go get your food, I'll be back." He told her before heading out her room.
She sat on the edge of the bed, holding tight to the money. Her first sale and she made $200 even though that wasn't her initial price. She was grateful, but still had her doubts.
Designing was nice, but maybe it wasn't for her just yet.
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