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Authors: Matthew Fabiola;L. Ramsey Joseph

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“Man, this is some BULLSHIT. That nigga tried to kill me, and now you want me to do a one on one scene with him.”

“Oh, you know what, I did hear something about that but it slipped my mind, which sucks for you because you’re playing an escort, and Karma’s going to pull over, pick you up, and drive you to the hotel that we’re filming at today.”

As pissed as I was, I still almost laughed out loud because Breeze had a sick sense of humor.

“Oh, hell no, you want me to ride with him too.”

“HELL YES. Now go get dressed. Oh, and don’t worry there shouldn’t be too many red lights on that street.”

“You’re a fucking asshole Breeze.”

“It takes one to know one Tyree,” Breeze said right as I thought it.

Tyree walked out and slammed his office door so hard I thought the glass was going to break. A little part of me wanted to tell Breeze thanks for fucking with Tyree, until I quickly remembered he was messing with me too.

“Breeze I’m going home, if you fire me you fire me. If you don’t, call me when I’m the star of the movie.”

I turned around to walk out before he called me back.

“Jamar, hold up, I didn’t think you had it in you. Look I really need you to work on the webcams today. If you do it, I’ll triple your pay.”

Talk about multiple personalities. One moment he’s threatening us, and the next he’s being nice and telling me he needs me. I never could figure him out. I sucked it up because I was already there and ready. Plus, I got paid a lot of money to show off my body, jerk off for people who paid for a one on one private session, and I got to fuck a cute Dominican boy while five thousand people logged in to our site to watch.

 

*****

 

My week was full so I stayed busy but thankfully it went by fast, because I was ready to have some fun. Breeze wanted to show off so he was throwing Jazzy a surprise party, congratulating her on her first year in the business, which for her was a great and successful year. Breeze not only demanded that everyone from the company show face, but he arranged for everyone to be picked up. He didn’t want her to see all of our vehicles parked out front, and he wanted everyone to drink and have a good time without having to worry about getting home.

The stretch Hummer limo picked us up at 9:00 PM as scheduled. When we were informed that a car would pick each of us up I assumed everyone would get picked up individually. I was surprised to see thirteen other faces staring at me as I entered the limo. Some people couldn’t wait for the real party to start because they were dancing in their seats as the music played, and taking shots on the ride there. When we arrived at Breeze’s mansion we were greeted by guys and girls all dressed in black and white suits smiling, and handing us tall skinny glasses of champagne. Inside was decorated really nice; he obviously hired a party planner because I know he didn’t go out of his way to set everything up. You could tell he spared no expense. There were banners, ice sculptures, fully stocked bars with bartenders mixing drinks, tables of snacks, a buffet table with servers behind each item, and a huge cake that said “Congratulations Jezebel”. The D.J. was on point playing a hot mix of music. Everyone was dressed to impressed and smiling as they enjoyed themselves. I noticed a few of the girls were standing next to the fire place looking up at the painting of Jasmine laughing, so I told DeeDee to follow me so we could hear.

“I don’t see what the big deal is. She’s not even that pretty,” Vicky Vixen said right before all of her followers agreed.

“He needs a bad bitch like me, not this typical boring porno hoe.”

She was pretty but she was the complete opposite of Jasmine. She had shoulder length jet black hair, with a nicely toned tanned body, big fake breast, and both of her arms were covered with tattoos. She paused to see if the other girls were going to laugh but when they didn’t she continued with her spill.

“I promise you by this time next year, if not sooner my painting will be hanging over this fire place, and I’ll be living here.”

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I cleared my throat so Vicky would know DeeDee and I were behind her listening to every word she was saying. I waited for here to turn around before I spoke.

“Bitch, you barely got your foot in the door, and you’re acting like you’re the shit. You can’t even compare yourself to Jezebel.”

“Who the hell are you?” she asked.

“I’m her best friend, bitch.”

“Hold up, Jamar, I got this.” DeeDee said as she stepped in front of me.

She got in Vicky’s face.

“I know, you know who I am hoe, so I’d advise you to shut you’re fucking mouth.”

“What’s your problem DeeDee? Don’t tell me your friends with that whore too.”

DeeDee grabbed Vicky by the throat faster than I could blink. Vicky tried to pull away but DeeDee grabbed her by the hair with her other hand.

“Let me go right now, I’m not playing DeeDee.”

Vicky barely could speak, and all of her friends looked nervous and scared.

“I don’t want to cause a scene, but I don’t have a problem doing so. Here’s what we’re going to do. I want to hear all of you apologize for talking about Jasmine, and then I want all of you to enjoy the rest of your night, but if I even see any of you looking at us or Jasmine sideways all of you are going to get a beat down. Got it sluts?”

“SORRY!”

They all said in unison as if they rehearsed it.

We watched as they headed to the bar while one of the girls was trying to fix Vicky’s hair.

“Did you see how scared they were?”

“Yes, you had them shook.”

“I really wanted to pull her hair out, the whole time I was hoping she would get smart with me, or refuse to apologize.”

We laughed our asses off as we headed to the dance floor. I was having a good time and then sometime after ten o’clock all of the lights shut off. A few of the females screamed which I found to be hilarious only because I was tipsy.

“EVERYONE BE QUIET. I JUST GOT WORD THAT SHE’S ABOUT TO PULL IN THE DRIVEWAY NOW.”

After standing there in the dark, in silence which felt like forever, Jasmine finally walked in.

“SURPRISE!”

She was definitely surprised and startled. I should’ve given her a heads up to expect something but I knew she’d tell Breeze to cancel whatever he had planned. He would’ve automatically assumed I told her, and I didn’t want to deal with him. Everyone stood around and watched as Breeze informed her why we were all there. She finally made eye contact with me so I smiled and motioned for her to join us. I waited to speak so her and DeeDee could clear the air since the last time we were all together.

“Hey girl, did we scare you?”

“Did you? I damn near pissed on myself.”

We laughed and I gave her a hug.

“It’s nice to see you again. Your ass has been M.I.A. lately.”

“Don’t take it personally, you know how I do. I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit, plus I’ve been rehearsing and working on Roommates.”

“Don’t worry, you haven’t missed much.”

“Just the drama you missed earlier,” DeeDee added.

“What happened? What did I miss?”

“Those hoes over there were talking reckless about you, and Vicky Vixen hasn’t even been here two months and was talking about how you don’t deserve Breeze, and that she’d be living here soon.”

“OH, REALLY?”

“Yeah, but don’t sweat it.”

“DeeDee and I checked them bitches.”

“And you know they’re scared of me. I had their scary asses apologizing and everything.”

We laughed some more.

“Fuck them bitches.” Jazzy said.

“Fuck who?” Breeze asked as he walked up and joined us.

“Nobody,” she replied.

After he kissed and rubbed on her, he told us know he had to steal her away for a little bit. She changed into a stunning red dress with some sexy ass heels, before walking around with Breeze to acknowledge her guest. DeeDee and I were hungry so we got a plate of food and sat down to eat while we watched everyone dancing and having a good time. The rest of the night I had a blast. I was able to avoid Ebony and Tyree.

I think all of us were just as surprised as Jasmine was when Breeze surprised her with a new car. At that moment I thought
this is the kind of man I need in my life, I’m never dating a broke ass loser ever again.
Later that evening when Jasmine, DeeDee, and I had some alone time she filled us in on what happened with her and Lanell. I think we were shocked that Tanya hadn’t learned her lesson and told Lanell where Jasmine moved too. She must’ve been bitter and missed living the life of luxury with Breeze. Even though it was such a good night and Jasmine’s professional life was better than ever, I knew my friend was hurting inside.

 

 

Chapter 35
 

“They wait for you to look away, to fall asleep,
for you to underestimate them before they strike.”

 

An hour had passed without notice. I must have texted Lanell back ten times before losing count. I even tried to call but he wouldn’t answer. The bartender had cut me off, saying that I had reached my limit. “Fuck him” I thought. How could he tell me what my limit was? I was in pain, I had no limit.

“Please, just one more. I am not driving, I’ll call a cab.”

This was my lowest. Begging the bartender for just one more drink, but it worked. I swung back my last shot and headed out of the door. I didn’t know where I was going, or if I should have been walking around in that drunken state, but I couldn’t just sit there and let my mind run wild with thoughts of him. As I walked down Hollywood Boulevard, I watched everyone go by. I wondered if some of them had come out to L.A. with big dreams that never manifested. I wondered if they were all just as broken as I had become. I wondered if they were all as lonely as I felt in that moment. After a fan asked to take a picture with me, I knew what I had to do. I had to call the only person who could make me smile, the only person who could save me from myself and not judge me.

“Where are you?”

“I’m on Hollywood, right in from of my new poster for WET WALLS. You know…the more I look at it, the more it looks like someone different. I can’t even tell that it’s me, Jamar, I can’t see myself in that person at all.”

I had started to cry. I knew why I was crying but in the same instance, I didn’t. It was as if looking at that poster made me realize that I had lost so much of myself. Some lost parts were good, others bad. But all in all, I had lost too much.

“Have you been drinking, you sound drunk?”

“Yes, I have, and I still need a fucking drink.”

We were both silent for a second before laughing.

“I’m on my way. Is there somewhere you can go to sit down until I get there?”

I looked around and saw a bus stop. I told him that I would wait for him there, my hero.

 

*****

 

It didn’t take him long to get too me. As he pulled up to the bus stop, I could see the pity in his eyes, and I hated that it was there.

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