“What y’all got going on?” Tatum asked.
“This nigga told the reporter to get the fuck out his business,” Trey lied.
“Man, Sasha gone beat your ass,” Kobe laughed.
“Man, I’ain say that shit. I just said my business is my business. On and off the field.” I shrugged.
“Shit, you might as well have told his ass that,” Tatum chimed in.
I waved them off. I noticed Tink walking in my direction and I was no longer thinking about these niggas.
“Hey, y’all,” she spoke as she walked up.
I pulled her into me as soon as she got close while they spoke back.
“Cady, your boy over here cursing reporters out and shit for asking questions about you,” Trey instigated.
“What did you do?” She looked at me like she just knew I did some fucked up shit.
“I know you ain’t questioning me over them niggas?” I frowned.
“I’m just asking because I know you and that mouth,” she stated.
I leaned down so I could whisper in her ear.
“I’m gone show you just what it can do when we leave here, too.” I gripped her butt as I kissed her neck.
“Aye, it’s kids in here,” Trey said.
“Fuck them kids,” I laughed.
We finished the event with no mishaps, and the kids enjoyed themselves. Kinetiq even had a few items from my upcoming collection that they gave away to a few of the kids.
I was beyond tired and was ready to go home and chill out for the rest of the day with my woman, and that’s exactly what I was going to do
Chapter Twenty-One
Cadence
I was done with classes for the day, and I was going by Saint’s shop to visit him. Since finding out about each other, he checked on me daily and started sending me money without even asking. I learned from Eve and Harlow to just take it because he was going to find a way to send it, anyway.
I pulled up to his shop and parked before heading inside. I was greeted by a tall, light-skinned guy.
“Hey, I came to see Saint,” I said.
He looked at the guy next to him with a shocked look on his face. He probably thought I was a side bitch or something.
“He’ll be right out. He has a customer right now,” he said.
I thanked him and sat in the waiting area and scrolled on my phone. About twenty minutes later, Saint came from the back with another guy walking in front of him. When he saw me, he came in my direction and pulled me out the seat and hugged me before kissing my temple.
“I’on think you should be doing that,” I stated. “I think your co-workers think I’m your hoe,” I snickered.
“Fuck outta here. Them niggas said that?” he frowned.
“No, they just looked like you were caught when I asked for you,” I explained.
He turned toward the gentlemen and the girl who was working at the other station.
