Forever and a Day - By Jasmine Barber Page 0,14

mean ass lyrics. When Lonzo noticed Kiyan come into the studio he stopped and joined him, Cam, and Tyrese. He gave Kiyan dap and a brotherly hug. They started talking business about Lonzo's album first. He needed to start recording for his last track and they needed to find a leading lady for his new video. Just as Tyrese was about to suggest someone for the role, Lonzo interrupted him and asked if he could choose his own leading lady.

"Oh you already know who you want, huh?" Cam joked around with him.

"Yeah nigga, shorty I went out with earlier. She's fine." Lonzo responded.

"Shorty from last night?" Kiyan asked.

"Yeah man, Bri's best friend. She hot. She might not want to do that shit though. But she would be perfect" Lonzo said.

"Why wouldn't she want to do it? If she's friends with Bri and Danielle she should want to get this money instead of trying to make a come up with athletes and shit." Cam said seriously.

"Fuck that's suppose to mean. None of their asses are pressed for money. They all got their own shit." Lonzo said defending the girls.

"Fuck you mean?" Cam said getting serious.

"Cam, we fucked up last night. Bri isn't a gold digger. She definitely got her own shit." Kiyan added thinking back to his date.

"What you mean? Then why the fuck they was in them players face," Cam backfired.

"Son, I know y'all niggas didn't think they wanted them players?" Lonzo asked Cam and Kiyan confused.

"Yeah, what else was we suppose to think?"

"Yo first of all, all them niggas y'all named are married to some of the baddest bitches ever. Second of all, did you see how they were dressed yesterday? That right there showed you they weren't tapped for money. Third of all, I hope none of y'all approached them on assumptions." Lonzo questioned.

"Nawh" Cam responded happy as hell he didn't get a chance to speak to Danielle today since he left his phone at the studio last night.

"I did." Kiyan said getting pissed off at himself all over again.

"Damn man, what happened after that?" Lonzo asked.

"Brielle went the fuck off. She started wildin' on a nigga. She started talking about a nigga with money can only impress a broke bitch. Then she dipped." Kiyan explained.

After Kiyan said that Tyrese, Lonzo and Cam just started rolling. They knew Kiyan had fucked up bad. Brielle probably wouldn't want shit to do with him.

"Cam, I don't know what the hell you laughing at, your shorty would of said the same shit if Lonz didn't warn you" Kiyan pointed out.

"I haven't spoken to shorty all day. Matter fact, let me go get my phone and text shorty." Cam laughed leaving to go get his phone.

Alonzo went on to tell them exactly what Shanice told him earlier. Kiyan felt stupid as hell now. Before he responded, Cam came back in the room mad as hell. Kiyan was the one to ask first, "fuck wrong with you?"

"Danielle texted me like two hours ago and said "Bitches with their own money don't need niggas with money. So with that being said lose my number" Cam read out loud.

"Damn nigga, I fucked up for both of us," Kiyan said feeling bad.

"You damn right you did, you need to fix this shit," Cam said while texting Danielle back.

Kiyan officially was dummy. He knew he would have to apologize to both Brielle and Danielle for being an asshole. Buying them material things wasn't gone cut it because like Danielle told Cam, bitches who had money didn't need niggas with money.

Chapter 7

"It's okay, we're good now. Friends?" Brielle

Brielle arrived to work extra early the next day. She received an email from a music producer inquiring about consultant working with his new artist. Brielle wasn't pressed for clients, but she was always ready to take on clients. She had a meeting at ten o'clock with the CEO of the record company, so she used the next couple of hours to check on her other clients. Just as she was about to make call and check up on her client, her assistant Keyshia interrupted her.

"Hey Bri, you have a call on line one," Keyshia announced.

"Thank you, I have it. Oh by the way, I have an appointment at 10 o'clock with a potential client,” she reminded.

"Okay, I got it down," Keyshia responded.

Focusing on the caller on line one, Brielle greeted, "Polished, this is Brielle Williams speaking. How may I help you?"

"So you thought writing me a damn letter and putting