My last class was over, and I had to hurry to the hospital to do my clinical shift there. I was glad that I was off tonight from theclub because tonight I was going to come up with a master plan and it had to work.
I made my way out of the building and to my car when I heard my name being called.
“Cadence!” I heard a familiar voice yell. I snapped my head in that direction, and I saw Titan standing in front of a midnight blue Range Rover.
Ignoring him, I went in the direction of my car, but I heard his big ass behind me. In no time, he was in front of me, cutting me off.
“Damn, Tink. You’on wanna talk to me now?” He asked with a smirk plastered on his face.
“I never want to talk to you. Now, can you move, please?” I tried moving around him, but his big ass blocked me, causing me to roll my eyes.
“I’m good at what I do, baby.” He smirked. “But, nah... for real. Let me talk to you real quick,” he pleaded, and for the first time, I saw the sincerity in his eyes.
Against my better judgment, I stood and listened to what he had to say.
“Go ahead.” I motioned my hand for him to start talking.
“Can we go sit in my truck?” He asked.
“My car is right here.” I pointed out.
“No offense, baby, but I’ain getting in that little ass shit. I might fuck around and get stuck or some shit,” he laughed.
“Boy, fuck you!” I shot back, but the look on his face let me know that I should’ve chosen a better choice of words.
Titan led me to his truck, then opened the door for me to get in. To say I was shocked was an understatement, because he didn’t seem to have a chivalrous bone in his body. When he got in, he just sat and stared at me.
“You brought me over here just to look in my face?” I asked with a flat expression etched across my face.
“You too fucking fine to be so damn mean, Tink,” he laughed.
“My name is not no fucking Tink,” I snapped. I was already annoyed, and he wasn’t making it any better.
“My bad, but you remind me of Tinker Bell. That little muthafucka was feisty as fuck,” he chuckled. “You’re little and feisty just like her ass,” he revealed.
Huffing, I gave him a deadpan look to let him know that I was over this conversation and it hadn’t even started yet.
“Aight... check it,” he started. “I know you’ve seen all the shit in the headlines about me. Muthafuckas want to make me out to be this horrible ass nigga when all I’m doing is living my best single fucking life. Apparently they can’t take that shit, and the media is always twisting some shit, so now my manager and PR team is forcing me to change my image,” he stated.
“That might do you some good,” I countered.
“Not if it changes who the fuck I am. I’m not the nigga they’re trying to make me to be, but I’m not the nigga they want me to be either,” he confessed. I could tell this was stressful for him by the frown lines etched into his forehead.
“Okay, I get it, but when you’re in the public eye, you have to be careful with certain things, especially with the people who invest a lot of money into you.” He kissed his teeth at my statement.
“Nah, them muthafuckas just want to control shit. They had to find a way to think they had me by the nuts, but I’ll never give another muthafucka that much power over me,” he countered.
“Okay, but what did you have to talk to me about? I know nothing about PR, so I hope that’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Well, actually it kind of is,” he stated.
“Stop beating around the bush, Titan and tell me why you stalked me to my damn school and bothering the fuck outta me?” I snapped.
“They want me to be in a relationship to show that I can commit and shit,” he revealed.
“Okay... what does that have to do with me?” I questioned.
“I want you to pretend to be my girl.”
