American Gan

Chapter 9

"You tryna get a nigga f****d up before the night even start! Gah damn!" Trey yelled at me while he held the box that firmly held a custom cut bottle of his favorite dark liquor, cognac. His full name was etched on the bottom of the bottle. The year it was crafted was the same year he was born in. I had known Trey for some years, my boy Steelo used to A&R for Atlantic Records, for Songbook Atlantic with Trey Songz and he introduced us. He had become an older brother to all us. He was the only outside celebrity that knew what we did.

"How much you spend on this!? Cuz you be with that extra shit." Trey laughed as he spoke to me, he had some nerve to speak to me about being extra. This was coming from a man that once spent over a grand in a strip club on only two strippers after he became obsessed with their physical features. "You ain't even gotta tell me, just look at me, I'll be able to tell!"

I couldn't help but laugh at this dude. I tried my best to give him a straight face but it was no use. I could feel Mila's hand touch my back. I turned around and smiled at her grabbing her hand in mine and pulling her closer to me. Trey eyed me. "This apart of my gift as well?"

I immediately wrapped my arms around her tightly hugging her. "Oh no no, this is mine, you got to get ya own."

Try stepped back and covered his mouth, in surprise. It was surprising, no woman had gotten close enough to me for me to bring them around. Most of the women I met only wanted two things from me, d**k and money. Most of the time they got d**k and that was it, most realized I wasn't going to trick on them so they eventually turned one of their side niggas into a main one. The only way I could keep a b***h from nagging me was to f**k her on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea.

"Jamila, this is Trey, I'm sure you've heard of him." He chuckled and rolled her eyes. She extended her hand out to his. Trey grabbed her hand in his and nodded his head.

"Call me Tremaine." This time I rolled my eyes at his modesty, the first name trick was one he would over use. I grabbed her hand from his.

"Iigh that's enough!" I pulled her closer, and looked down at her. "You gotta watch out for him, the most friendliest nigga if I ever met one!" I said shaking my head, the small crowd that formed around us added to the humor with their own laughing, most of them also knew Trey. For someone that only called himself. Mr. Steal Yo Girl once, he sure was known to do it multiple times, in one night.



The open filed had been turned into a huge Carnival. Small rides and roller coasters, women dressed up in bright costumes standing on high stilts with their face painted, small booths with games to win stuffed animals and other brightly lit prizes. I had honestly never been surrounded by so many celebrities in my life. I had met a few here and there with my modeling and being a bottle girl, but I wasn't just hanging out with them like I was here.

It was awkward for the first few minutes, I had no clue how to interact with them until I realized they were pretty much normal.

"So you know what he does?" Trey asked me as he held a small clear cup of brown liquor.

I tossed the bright green whiffle ball in the air and knocked down two stuffed clowns. I turned my head tossing my hair over my shoulder. "Yea, he's already told me all about it. Everything."

Trey had an unexplainable facial expression, he was almost surprised that I knew everything. As if he didn't tell the women in his life. "And you're ok with it?"

He looked down and spun the liquor around in his cup causing it to form a funnel. I tossed another ball. "It's none of my business." His eyes widened in surprise, still unreadable, I frowned at how surprised he was by my answer. "Why are you looking at me like that, like there's a problem."

Trey took a step back from me and held his hands up in defense. "No problems, I don't want no problems." He flashed his perfect smile at me, I wasn't sure if I felt uncomfortable or welcomed. It was an odd feeling. "I've just never heard a woman say that about their man's business."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't help but have an attitude. I'm sure he didn't mean what he said in the way he said it but it happen to enter my ears that way. As if I'm staying in a certain place as a woman.

"I'm saying... Most women have something to say when it comes to the line of work their man is in or conducting. What I'm saying is your man is a very powerful nigga, and does a dirty line of work, yet he manages to also mind his business and stay out of trouble. You seem to not be bothered by the danger you could be put in, unless that's the type of thing that attracts you?"

I watched him take a small sip of the brown liquor while looking up at the game waiting to see if I could knock down some more pins. "Do I look like the type that's attracted to danger?"

He took no time to look me up and down, I c****d my head to the side and turned my body to face his, I frowned and arched an eyebrow at him. "You do, maybe the type to get off on something that you could possibly get caught doing, the thrill of doing something with somebody you shouldn't be doing it with?"

He licked his lips at me again. I didn't know if this was a test, or him naturally flirting with me. I'm sure I was living a fan's dream at the moment, being in this mans presence, an arms reach from touching him, I could smell his cologne, I was so close I could see just how flawless his skin really was. "I get off on minding my business, something that you should try getting off on." I politely smile and turned back to the game. "It's your roll."