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Followed by Danté shouting, “Camila! Open up!”
“Sean out there with you?”
“Gurl, you know I don’t fuck wit’ Sean! Open the damn door, I got somethin’ to show you.”
I rolled my eyes, getting up to open it. Danté quickly strolled inside, turning to face me when I closed the door behind him.
“Camila, mamita, you know you’re shakin’ dat ass on YouTube?”
“What?” I scoffed, confused.
“You heard me.” He showed me the screen on his phone. “See for yourself.”
My mouth dropped open, witnessing with my own two eyes my dancing from this afternoon. Titled, “Nannies Gone Wild.”
“That little shit!” I snarled, snatching the phone out of his grasp.
For the next ten minutes, I watched in complete disbelief how much Jackson recorded. The worst part was the video already had thousands of views in the matter of a few hours.
“I’m going to strangle him! Be patient, my ass!”
Danté chuckled, “Look on the bright side, at least you look good shakin’ dat ass! You’re like a ho turned into a housewife. I mean damn, gurl, you on point with dem moves.”
“Danté…”
“I’m serious. Think ’bout all the tips you gonna get at my club now. Honey, you good for business.”
“That’s if Dr. Pierce doesn’t fire me first.”
“If you get fired, it ain’t gonna be ‘cuz of Dr. Pierce,” he mumbled under his breath. “Just sayin’.”
“Oh my God.” I hit my forehead with the palm of my hand. “Mrs. Pierce is going to be the one who fires me, isn’t she?”
“I mean … weren’t you tellin’ me last night that neither of them are around? Maybe they won’t see it. But if they do…” He shrugged. “Doctor Daddy gonna be savin’ this for his spank bank later. Best believe that, mamita.”
“Eww!”
“Camila, why you messin’ wit’ me? You know I Googled his ass. That man fine. Quit playin’ like you haven’t noticed how fine that man is.”
Of course, his nosy ass would have snooped. “Thanks for invading my privacy.”
“There’s no privacy among besties. We family, for life.”
“Shit…” I fell back onto my couch. “What do I do now?”
He fell beside me on the sofa, tugging me to his side. “First, the video is not that bad, I’m just playin’ wit’ you. But for real, just to be one hundred wit’ you, those boys are watchin’ way worse on their phones than just you dancin’ around.”
“Gross.”
“They’re boys.”
“Enough said.”
“Camila, mamita, first lesson of thinkin’ like a punk ass kid is that boy be tryin’ to hold one over you. So, beat him at his own game.”
“You mean…”
“That’s exactly what I mean. Come on, honey, lets show him who he’s workin’ wit’.”
