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Chapter 198

Cammie

"I have definitely seen better looking lashes. You would be a fool to pay that for her lashes. I need to fucking make some lashes. Cammie are those your lashes?"

"Yes."

She reaches towards me. "Like you bought them they yours? Or as in you grew them they yours?"

"Chyna!" I snap hitting her. "How many drinks have to had?"

"Too many." she giggles.

I grab her wrist holding her hand down. "So how true is it that you with Future?"

She giggles. "This much."

"Bitch you standing still."

"Hey, beautiful ladies." Mari says coming up. Chyna was talking about her lashes. "No love?"

Chyna leans forward all loud.. "My lips are sealed, Cam."

Someone comes up near me putting their fucking dick on me. People rude as hell. I throw my hand up behind mushing the person really fast. The quicker the better. Trey had me at this dumbass party of J. Cole. Very lame I might add. I spin around roght after throwing my hand back.

"Damn." I say.

"What the fuck?" Trey says.

I cover my mouth and laugh. "Awh, Little Trey."

He was frowning at me holding his eyes. I did not do all of that. He is doing the most. He might be more shocked than hurt. His pride probably hurting. I push his lower stomach near his pants line. He was wearing an ugly hoodie that I told him 5 times not to wear. He knocks my hand away from him.

"Who the fuck you fucking thought I was? Damn."

"So I just supposed to let some random dude come put their fucking body on me."

Mari giggles. "You should know your man."

Trey shrugs. "Exactly."

"Oh shut up. So I supposed to be able to identify your dick? I see if you would have put your hands on me. No. You just come over leaning on me. Drunk, I might add."

He moves on. "I ain't drunk."

I wipe his face. "You sweating like it."

"Oh Trey come around and the bitch loses interest in other people." Chyna says.

"ssssssssssssssssssssss"

I roll my eyes. Did she just say that? Trey starts fighting with the hoodie. He might not be drunk but he has been drinking. I haven't witnessed him drink heavy liquid in a while. He sucks his teeth. He had took his shirt off and necklace with the damn hoodie. I pick up the necklace and put it on my neck. I guarantee you by the end of the night he gonna be going crazy about his necklace. It's not even about the necklace cost. It's always about the fact that it belongs to him. I snatch the hoodie from him. He not getting anywhere. He starts to walk away with no shirt.

"Excuse me sir." I say grabbing his arm. "Did you come over here for a dance?"

"No." he says taking his shirt.

I rub his stomach. "Well then why you bothering me?"

He leans on me. "Cause I want to go home."

"You not whispering." I say poking his sides so he stand up.

"Jayla." he says.

I take his shirt and put it over his head. He walks away putting it on. I giggle. I'm not sure what that guy has going on. I'm going to go see. I turn around looking for Chyna. I don't know where she went. That Mari girl was standing there like I would return to her hating ass conversation. Oops eye contact.

"How do you know Trey?"

"What?" I ask confused.

She steps closer. "How do you know Trey?"

I struggle. "One day he just appeared. Like magic."

"Huh?"

"Excuse me." I say walking away.

What would be the point of saying bitch we married? What would be the point in paying this hating bitch some attention? None. No fucking point. Bitches kill me. I don't need you to tell me you fucked Trey. I swear. It's not even like he remember half of his drunken lonely fucks. Dumbass girls.

"Hey, Baby." One says grabbing me.

"Oh no." I say gagging.

He lets me go really fast backing up. I laugh then walk away. Dummy. Don't touch me. I stand still looking around for Trey. I don't see him. I turn back around. I had walked straight pass him. He jumps up into the air then falls down over J. Cole. They both fall. What is the point of that? Men. I walk over to them.

"Sexy." Cole says grabbing my arm.

"Let go." I snap.

Trey walks behind us. "Cammie!"

I still had to fight with Cole to get him off of me. Trey grabs me before I could get him off of me. I scream. They gonna rip me apart. I shouldn't have fucking came around these dummies. I bite Trey on his shoulder. He lets me go. I try to walk away.

"Jayla. My Jayla."

"Trey Songz." I say putting my hands on my hips.

"Sexy. Sexy." Cole yells.

I try to get away again. Cole comes up hugging me and Trey a the same time. Oh my gosh. They so aggravating right now. What is going on?

"Bruh." Trey says letting go of me.

"Nigga." Cole says hugging me.

Trey starts laughing really hard. Not what I was expecting at all. He gonna laugh when J. Cole hugs me? Really? I push him off of me. I don't know what in the hell they doing but I don't want him hugging me. I grab him ear pulling his head down to me. He stops trying to hug me. I run away from them.

"Where your baby?" Someone says hugginng me.

"Okay." I say looking back.

It's fucking Alex. "Hello?"

I shrug. "You just come up asking about my baby?"

"No. I said hey cousin. Where your baby?"

"Oh I just felt someone hugging me and asking about my baby."

She giggles. "I'm surprised that you at this party."

I put my hands on my hips. "Why are you surprised? Cause I had a baby months ago?"

"Yes, bitch. When the last time you went to a party?"

"Why are you here acting like I like you?"

She giggles. "My potential client here."

I spin around looking for Chyna. "So you stalking people now? That's so beneath you."

"Oh shut up." she rolls her eyes. "Come over here and see this fish."

"A fish? You drunk?"

"It's huge. I'm not drunk. Seriously."

"Everybody acting weird."

She grabs my hand walking towards a wall. I start to say something then I notice the little pond. I look into the walk. It was a huge catfish looking fish. I lean over looking at it. I mean this thing was massive with other tiny fish swimming around it.

"Why you over here looking at the fish?"

"Cause you can see everyone from here." she says standing up on the edge of the pond.

I stand up there her. "Oh you can."

"That's how I saw you."

"Oh there's Chyna." I say jumping down.

Alex doesn't jump down. "I got my eye on you."

"Watch my husband not me."

"Oh I gotcha." she giggles.

Trey

"No." Cammie laughs. "I'm being serious. Why does he have to know? That would... No."

I step up closer to try to hear who Cammie is talking to on the phone. She spins around looking at me funny. I grab her waist.

"I just fucking remembered that you never told me your fucking news." I spat.

"Hold on." she says on the phone. "Tremaine, what?"

I push her away from me then walk away. She fucking ignoring me. I have to keep finding her and shit. I turn around. She wasn't even following me to stop me. I turn around going back to her. She hangs up the phone then she holds out her arms. I walk into them. Oh shit. I'm mad with her. I pick her up.

"Tremaine, my nipples hurt."

"Hmm." I say looking down at her titties.

She giggles. "You gonna help me with them?"

I chuckle. "That's some kinda sick real housewife humor? You sit at a round table discussing that shit?"

"Tremaine, you so..." She screams as I put her down really quick.

"Jayla." I say touching my neck. "How the fuck did you get my fucking necklace?"

She looks down. "Some bitch. She had it."

"No, fucking way. I ain't even sat next to a bitch tonight. Ain't no way. You lying."

"Am I, Tremaine?"

"Yeah." I say trying to take it off her.

She spins away from me then walks her sexy ass away. I don't give a fuck. She about to come find me again. Her breast hurting and she ready to go home. I stand there for a while. I can't stop thinking about sucking on her titties.

"Jayla."

"Why you talking to yourself?"

I smile and turn around. She didn't even go anywhere. I go grab her. There's like 5 people of importance at this lame party. The rest of the people are models of no significance and agents. Just a lame ass party. I start kissing Cammie's neck. She pushes me off of her then grabs her titties. I kiss her hand. She starts to walk away. I follow her.

"Mr. Malcolm." Cammie says to J. Cole. "Mr. Malcolm, you call my husband all week to make sure he comes to this stupid ass party that you not even hosting. Can we please leave?"

"Me leave with you?" Cole asks.

She grabs her chest again. "Are you coming with us or not?"

He frown. "What's wrong with your chest? You having a heart attack?"

"No. It's personal. Bye. We leaving."

"Alright, I'm coming. But what we going to do? Have a threesome? Let me ask my wife if she mind. Swinging."

Cammie laughs. "Nevermind stay here. I just thought y'all still wanted to hang out. But you looking for trouble."

"You asked me to go home with you. I'm going home with you."

Cammie walks away. "We going to where you stay. You not coming to my happy place."

"Your happy place?" he says grabbing her arm.

"What is wrong with you?" she snaps. "Tremaine, you gonna let him keep touching me?"

"Tremaine." Cole says.

I shrug. "You inviting him back to our place."

She makes her eyes big. "Fine. Both of you stay here."

"What you gonna do run?"

"Yeah."

I laugh. "Yeah okay with sore..."

She yells. "Don't tell my business to everyone."

"Jay, how you gonna dance?"

"I don't know. It's not offically until July."

"Hold up. It goes off when? You are going to be dancing during our anniversary?"

She frowns. "If I last til the end."

"If you last?" I yell. "Jayla, you are a fucking side show. How the... What the hell you mean??"

"Bruh." Cole says stepping up to me. "You... We in the middle of this fucking party. Dude. We standing fucking dead ass center."

Reality hits me hard knocking any trace of liquor I had in my body out. I stuff my phone in my pocket and head towards the exit. Didn't fucking mean to make a damn scene. Cammie about to be fucking pissed. I doubt Cole wants to hang out with us still.

"What the absolute fuck?"

"Who are you?" Cole snaps.

It's Alex. "Who fucking talking to you? You looked fucking stupid in there. You can't hold your gotdamn liquor or your fucking tongue?"

Cole looks at me then Alex. "You know her?"

"Where is Cammie?" I say looking around.

"Why should she leave with your fool ass?" Alex snaps. "Embarrassing."

I fan her off then start walking to the car. She is doing too much. Better her than Cammie. It just fucking threw me off her saying the show starts later than she said before. Then she starts talking like she a fucking contestant and not a gotdamn choreographer. So you telling me you bout to be on this show until it fucking ends months later? Fucking bullshit. That's how you break some fucking new to me? Fuck how I reacted. Shit pissed me off.

"Where is my fucking wife?" I snap at security.

"She is right behind you."

I look around. She was walking and talking to Alex. Don't come around acting like you fucking family when we barely see your ass. You just so happen to be at the same party. Fuck off irrelevant.

"Tremaine you fucking do too much." Cammie says pushing me and getting in the car.

"Liquid courage." Alex giggles.

I suck my teeth. "That fucking implies I have some shit to be afraid of without the liquor. Tell me what I'm afraid of."

"Fucking marriage rumors that could lead to a divorce. It's hard to block out rumors once they start being fucking accurate." Alex says. "I'm a fucking public rep for politicians and sports players. So don't fucking tell me I don't know. You need to go online right now and post some happy shit cause you just went ape shit on your wife in the middle of a room full of dick thirsty models and prostitutes."

"None of those girls were prostitutes." Cole says.

"Right." I say.

Alex rolls her eyes. "Shut up. You know sports parties scream prostitutes and gold digging fucking shitty ass homewreckers. Don't deny the shit I say."

Cole turns to her once again. "Who are you?"

"The devil." Alex says.

"Why you come with us?" I ask.

She crosses her legs. "Free ride."

"To where?" I snap.

"My man's condo."

We all looking at her like the nut job that she is.

"That's Cammie's fucking cousin." I tell Cole.

"Mhhm." he says. "Makes since."

"Yall some fucking females. Are any men these days fucking men?"

I tap Cole. "You know her man-sistant Jamaal. Sports guy."

"Yeah." Cole nods. "Poor guy. I used to like that dude."

"I bet that was some good ass when yall were single right. Fucking homo."

Cole and I both laugh. "You calling your fucking man gay?"

Cammie exhales. "She call y'all gay too but you missed that."

"Cammie." Alex says laughing. "Okay."

"What?" Cammie says through a smile.

She wasn't sitting by me. I turn and look at her. She had a fucking blanket over her chest. I reach back reaching for the blanket. She finds some kinda way to kick my hand away from her. I turn around thinking what I was doing. I move that blanket everybody sees her titties. I inhale then exhale slowly.

"Jayla, we have to fucking talk about this show."

"Tremaine we have been arguing for the past 2 days about my kids. We have 12 hours before I get on a fucking plane and go back to my kids. Do you want to spend this time talking about another potential argument or enjoying the time we have?"

I take out my phone and text CiCi. "Okay."

"Right."

"Can someone explain what she doing under the blanket?'

I glance at him. "Use your imagination."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "I'm not liking all the fucking loose ass comments and shit you keep making. Like if anyone else were him you wouldn't say half the shit you saying. You wouldn't dare say nothing like that to even Chris."

"Even Chris Jayla? The same Chris who would have been me if he wasn't so messy. That same Chris?"

She gasps. "Wow. The truth finally. You don't actually trust me and Chris relationship."

"I mean..." I shrug. "I'm just saying you and Cole have no history. You and Chris... I can't fucking joke like that. Cole never wanted you."

"How do you fucking know? We weren't together when I met J. Cole! I did not meet everyone through you!"

I frown looking back at her. "What?"

She unhooks the pump from her titties then sigh. "Tremaine, shut the fuck up. You making me mad and you making me say shit just to say it. I'm simply saying I don't like your fucking comments. I don't like how fucking nonchalant you are about your fucking homeboy. If you don't trust one don't fucking trust none. Simple. No way to read into that."

"Wait what I do?" Cole asks sitting up.

"Nothing. Shut up with your homeboy." Cammie says calm as day.

"How did you meet?" I ask Cole.

He looks at me. "Nigga ask me tomorrow. You and your wife need to take your shit home. Driver drop them people off at home."

Cammie giggles. "Fine with me."

"Whatever." Cole says with his eyes close. "So spoiled."

"Shut up." Cammie says kicking his seat.

Cole turns around then he turns the other way. Aye, driver that place open go there."

"Nobody said they wanted to go eat." Alex snaps.

"Catch the next Lift home. This here my car. We eating."

"I thought you just told me to go home?" Cammie snaps.

Cole gets out the car. "Driver come eat. Don't take them no where."

I laugh getting out. "Minus well."

"Tremaine, order some cereal. I got the milk." Cammie says giving me something.

"Eww." Cole says moving away from the car.

I look at the bottle. "It's just milk."

"It came out your wife."

"You don't care bout that milk that came out that Bull's wife." Cammie laughs. "Tremaine drinks it with his coffee in the morning."

I laugh. "Yeah okay."

Cole narrows his eyes at me. "You saying yes or no?"

I walk away to throw the milk away. She doing too much. Whiny ass. Always fucking crying about something. Night was a fucking bust. I should have stayed home.

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