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“I wanna make sure you get my nails in the photo,” I told the photographer Tyler.

“Okay. I got it for the next few,” he replied, nodding.

Going back into place, I held the phone case in front of the background as Tyler snapped several photos at different angles and some close-ups.

This was how I always did the photography for my phone cases whenever there was a new drop. I liked for my nails and the backgrounds to match the aesthetic of the artist and their design.

For the next hour, Tyler and I worked, as well as my new assistant, Petra. So far, the latter was sweet, hardworking, and I enjoyed the fact that she acted more like my assistant than a friend. Morgin was that way, too, at first, but as my business grew, so did our relationship, naturally.

I didn’t mind becoming cool with Petra, but I would be sure to keep it surface level and not allow it to bleed into my personal life like with Morgin. And speaking of Morgin’s ass, she’d been harassing me through email, apologizing and attempting to get her job back, but that wasn’t gonna happen.

“Wow, still on yo’ shit I see.” Shaun’s voice pulled my head up from looking at the images on Tyler’s computer.

“Get out.” My detail, Spencer, hopped right in front of Shaun, blocking his path.

“Man, get out my fucking way.” Shaun sized Spencer up, not caring how much bigger the latter was.

“Spence, give me a second,” I told him, and he kept his glare trained on Shaun before nodding slowly and stepping only about an inch or two to the side. I wouldn’t ask for more knowing Rakim probably threatened his life if anything happened to me.

“I’m only gonna tell you this one time, Shaun. Do not bring your ass back by here or anywhere else you think I am, or I am not gonna hold him back.” I jutted my thumb over my shoulder to point at Spencer.

Shaun looked at him, sucking his teeth as if he weren’t shit to be afraid of.

“You barely let me talk last time we saw one another, Day.” Shaun’s shoulders fell as if he’d been working diligently for my forgiveness. Sure, he’d been sending messages and DMs but very infrequently. “I love you, for real. I’m sorry, because fucking yo’ assistant was messed up, baby, but she wouldn’t stop,” he pleaded, making me laugh.

“She wouldn’t stop,” I parroted, arms folded.

“Nope. She’d been trying to get fucked for the longest, and if you only knew how many fucking times I turned her ass down, you’d be thankful and see shit differently.”

“Nigga, you are really delusional and stupid if that’s what you came all the way down here to say. It’s my fault because I actually thought something compelling would’ve come out of your stupid ass mouth, but I should’ve known better.” I shook my head.

“Don’t act like you innocent though, Day. You ran off with a whole nigga⁠—”

“I did not run off!” I spat, making him jump slightly. “You don’t know what the fuck you are talking about! And at least I asked for a break before I did anything! Still, I can admit me going there with another man was wrong before cutting you off all the way. However, you know damn well you fucking Morgin for the past two years is not the same fucking thing! Whether I messed with Rah or not, you would’ve still been fucking that girl. Had I not come to my warehouse to catch up on work, you would’ve still been messing with her under my nose!”

“Of course! You wouldn’t fuck me but fucked everybody before and after me!” He roared, and I slapped the shit out of him, making him cup his cheek like a battered housewife.

“Thank God I didn’t!” Pointing, I hollered, “Get the fuck out!”

Backing away, he asked, “Would you have fucked him had I not been messing with her?” He eyed me before saying, “Exactly.”

“No point in asking what ifs. Let’s stick to the facts, Shaun. But tell yourself whatever is necessary to feel better. Now go.”

“She said go, nigga.” Spencer stepped up, making Shaun shove him like a fool.

From there, they started to tussle, but due to Spencer’s strength and size, Shaun was no match, getting put in a headlock with one of his arms pinned behind his back embarrassingly as Spencer walked him out while talking shit.

“I can tell he been to prison.” Tyler looked over his shoulder at Spencer, lust floating in his eyes.

“Tyler, please stop, because none of us can pull the man off you if he catches you eyeing him,” Petra said, making us all laugh as Spencer slammed the door once Shaun had been tossed on his ass.

We finished up the shoot, and thankfully upon leaving, Shaun was gone. I would’ve hated to see him and Spencer get into a full-on fight and then Rakim get wind of it, because that would be a whole nother issue.

I drove straight to Rakim’s home in Bel Air because I preferred it over mine and I had my own bathroom within his master bedroom since it was equipped with two en suites.