Page 20 of Juice

The spotlights in the club started to flash sparking the crowd to start cheering. I was peering around trying to see what all the commotion was until I spotted Julius trekking through the club with roses in his hands and his crew following closely behind him.

My coochie did that lil thing she did anytime my man was near. Julius looked damn good in the blue and white One Million Clothing short set he had on.

“He play so much.” I beamed. One of the contingencies in my contract with Chucky was he had to let Julius come to myhosting, his ass was so eager to book me that he was willing to do whatever I asked. Julius claimed he couldn’t come tonight because he had a session at the studio, which is why he sent Lox with me as security.

It took a few minutes for them to make it through the club but when they did the gang of niggas he brought with him filled my empty section up.

“Congratulations baby.” He smirked as he neared me. Holding the flowers out he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “You out here looking good as fuck.” He flirted.

Glancing down at the white Diesel jersey top and cut up denim shorts I whined. “Stop Julius.” My outfit of choice for the night was basic compared to the stuff I usually wore when I had a booking. Taking the flowers out of his hand, I sat them on the couch and threw myself into his arms.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck no.” I laughed.

Leaning back, he stared into my eyes. “Why not?”

“Chucky fat ass ain’t brought me my money yet.”

“Bet.” He nodded before calling for Tito.

“Please don’t get started Julius. We don’t need the negative press right now.”

“Ain’t shit. Say Tito go get that bag from Chucky and make sure you tell that nigga next time we gone need it up front.”

“Say less.” Tito chuckled before ambling out of the section.

Burying my head in his chest I shook it. “That man gone trespass our ass again.”

“I’on give a fuck. I ain’t want you back in this bitch to begin with. You the one tryna let bygones be bygones. Fuck his big ass. And you talking ‘bout don’t get started like you wasn’t gone call me anyway.”

“I’m glad you know.” I laughed and glanced up at him. “I’m happy you came.”

“You know I wasn’t ‘bout to let you come here by yourself.”

“But you sent Lox.”

“Yeah, just until I was able to get out of the studio.”

Standing on my tippy toes I pecked his lips. “Thank you for showing up.”

“I’mma always push up on you. Believe that.” Grabbing a handful of my ass he shook it. “You niggas order a bottle or something. My girl ‘bout to graduate in a few hours. It’s time to party.”

My initial plan was to leave after a few hours but after Tito came back with the rest of my money, Julius hopped on the mic and blessed the crowd with a little performance. His presence was exactly what I needed to let my hair down and have fun.

Sitting on the floor waiting for my row to be called up had me damn near in tears. I wanted to say it had been easy going to school full time while juggling being a mom, the girlfriend to a successful rapper, and an influencer but there was nothing easy about it.

There had been plenty of times where I would have to leave class and hop on a flight so that I could go to a hosting. Wake up hungover and have to fly back home so that I could jump into mommy mode.

Honestly if it wasn’t for my mama as well as Julius’s mom keeping our four-year-old son Jude while we were away on business, I probably would’ve dropped out. Anytime Julius would be booked close to home he would let Jude travel with him. Everybody pitched in because they knew how important it was for me to finish my degree. Hell, anytime I mentioned taking a semester off Julius was on my ass.

In the beginning me finishing was for myself but after having Jude I was doing it for him. Yes, his father was a successful rapper, but I wanted my son to know how important it was to have an education. I didn’t want to be one of those parents who preached about stuff without having done it myself. I refused to be a hypocrite.

When one of the people directing the graduates motioned for us to stand, I glanced around the auditorium trying to see if I could spot my family. Lariah must’ve known I was looking for them because she stood up and waved. Stepping out of line I rushed over to the stands and held my arms out. “Pass me my baby.” I said to no one in particular.

Julius swooped him up from the bleacher and held him over the railing. Once I had him in my arms I kissed his cheek. “Hey baby.”

“Hey mommy.” He smiled. Letting him down to the ground I grabbed his hand and took my place back in line.

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