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“Remember what I told you,” I said to him.
He gave me the thumbs up, letting me know that he remembered.
“What did you tell him?” Toya asked me and pushed the down button for the elevator.
“Touch your nose, man,” I said.
We stepped into the elevator, and when the doors closed, she turned and faced me.
“Diandre, you can’t be fuckin’ with people that work with me. These people already don’t like my ass because they think I’m stuck up, don’t give them a reason to start hating me even more,” she said.
I smirked. “It’s cool, I like my bitch stuck up. That’s how you supposed to be,” I said.
She looked at me and rolled her eyes. I swear, this was only the beginning for Dre and Toya, and I couldn’t wait for the day that she starts calling me daddy.
Chapter 7: Jaquan
“Morning everybody, it’s Dj Envy, Angela Yee and Charlemagne tha God. We are The Breakfast Club. We got a special guest in the building. None other than Quan,” Dj Envy said announcing me.
I know this should have been
an amazing moment for me, but I wasn’t feeling all of this interviewing and shit. Five years ago, I would have only dreamed of being on The Breakfast Club, but now, at this moment, I wasn’t feeling all of this. I guess you can say that this shit that had been going on with Charlie has me stressed the fuck out. I was always able to perform well and fly through interviews because I knew what the fuck I had at home waiting for me. Even when Charlie and I wasn’t together, I was still able to get through this shit because I knew without a doubt that I always had her support.
Trust me, if there was a way that I could have dodged this interview today, I would have, but Quay had already had this shit set up, so it was no way that I couldn’t show up. After everything went down with Quay and I, I took a few days to cool off before I decided to call him back, and just like typical niggas, we brushed that shit to the side and kept it moving. I trusted Quay with my life, and I know for a fact that he would never fuck me over, which is why I could never fire him and try to find someone to replace him.
As far as Charlie goes, I couldn’t even get in contact with her ass ever since she hung up the phone in my ear early this damn morning. I swear, I wanted to strangle her ass for doing that dumb shit, and then she had the nerve to block my ass. Had I not come home at two o’clock this morning, I would never have even known that she was gone. I was about to catch a flight to New York to do this interview, but I realized that I was about to leave the state without my weed, so I had to swing back to the house and get it.
Honestly, Charlie had every right to think of me as a dog ass nigga for doing her the way I did, but I swear to God that that shit wasn’t intentional. Charlie asked me have I ever fucked Ma’kai before, and when she asked me the first time, I told her to go on with that shit because I didn’t want to answer the question, but then she caught me off guard when she asked me the second time. I’m going to be honest, though, I couldn’t for the life of me remember if Ma’kai and I had ever fucked before because I had fucked just that many bitches to the point where I couldn’t keep count.
Now, the funny part about it is when Charlie asked me that, I didn’t want to say that I couldn’t remember because I know my baby mama like the back of my hand and she would have left my ass regardless. If I were to tell Charlie that I didn’t remember fuckin’ Ma’kai, she would have got mad at me and called me a hoe for fuckin’ so many bitches that I couldn’t even remember who I fucked, so my dumb ass thought that the right thing to do was to just say no.
It’s all coming back to me now because I kept trying to remember how and when the fuck did I meet Ma’kai. All I knew was that I followed her on Instagram. Come to find out, she was in V.I.P one night in my section and I took her to a hotel, fucked, and that was it. I swear on my life I never fucked that girl again, so if she told Charlie some shit other than that, I’ma get some bitches to fuck her ass up for lying on my dick.
So, here I am sitting in this room, not prepared to do this hour and a half interview because I just wasn’t up for it. On top of that, I was high as hell, sitting here with a pair of big Tom Ford frames on, smelling like a pound. Quay sat over in the corner, texting away on his phone.
“We gone get straight to the point, Quan. What’s going on with you, man? Why your baby mama out there acting like Mayweather Jr?” Charlemagne went right in.
I hadn’t even seen the video yet of Charlie and I didn’t want to see it either because I was the reason behind that shit. Charlie could handle her own, and I already know without a doubt that she didn’t get her ass beat because I’m the one who taught her ass how to fight in the first fuckin’ place.
“Don’t refer to her as just my baby mama, man, that’s my girl. She’s just pissed off with my ass right now,” I said to Charlemagne.
“It seems like you on The Shade Room, Baller Alert and everything these days. First it was that girl you were messing with, Chantel, right? Yeah, first it was her, broadcasting to the world that you had gotten her pregnant. Now you got your girl all out in public beating up bitches, what’s going on with you, Quan?” Charlemagne laughed while asking his question.
“Chantel ass was just something to do, and she was looking for her damn meal ticket. But her ass not about to eat steak and lobster off of me, besides I ain’t never slide up inside a female raw, other than Charlie, so if Chantel pregnant, I ain’t the daddy. I’m convinced her ass drugged me too because I woke up the next morning and I couldn’t remember shit,” I said. Everybody burst out laughing, but I was dead ass serious.
“That’s crazy, and what did Charlie say when she found out?” Angela Yee asked me.
“I’m very overprotective of Charlie and her feelings, which is why I don’t let her have an Instagram because I don’t want her seeing all of that foul shit that people be saying about me. So, if Charlie ever sees some shit that got to do with me, it’s because her homegirl showed her some shit or because my sister told her. But I explained to Charlie that whole situation and we were good after that,” I said, telling the truth.
“And what about the situation y’all got going on now? I know she about done with you now, especially since she got this video floating around of her beating another female’s ass because of you,” Dj Envy said.
“Let me stop you right there. That’s been my girl since I was eleven years old. Charlie got to do a lot of things, but she don’t ever have to fight over me. I know that woman and I know that she fought because she felt disrespected, not because she found out that I was once having dealings with another female. Charlie gets dick from me morning and night, so she never has to worry about her place with me. I love that girl and she knows that, but right now she’s embarrassed, and social media don’t make that shit no better by continuing to post that video. We got a daughter, and my daughter can come across that shit from her IPad or her computer or whatever. What mother would want her daughter to see some shit like that?” I vented.
“That’s true. And by the way, your daughter, China, is so beautiful,” Angela Yee chimed in.
I smiled for the first time all day, thinking about my princess. I understood that Charlie and I were beefing, but at least, unblock me so that my daughter can call me.
“Enough of all this, because I can tell that this conversation is pissing you off. So what’s up with the album, man? When you going to release some more? I swear your music is like crack, it’s that addicting,” DJ Envy said, and for the next hour, we sat and discussed music, videos, and my life, but Charlie kept being a part of our conversation.
