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returned to the car and downed them. My high was finally coming down, and I saw that the clock read 2am. Damn, he picked me up at 11:30am.
    “This was fun,” I sighed and laid my head back on the headrest.
    “It was. I was worried that you would be uppity, but you not.” He pushed my hair behind my ear and stared at me.
    “And I was worried that you’d try to have your hand down my shirt all night, but you didn’t,” I smiled.
    “Looks like we made the right decision to hang out anyway then,” he replied.
    “Yep.”
    We talked for a couple more hours, and then he finally took me home. As soon as I got into my room, I passed out. For the first time in a long time, I hadn’t thought about Craig all day.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four: Andi
    A couple weeks later...
     
    Life was going just as planned. Hollis was spending less time with his little girlfriend, who I learned was named Shakina, and more time with moi. I knew he just wanted to fuck with me on some groupie shit, but like I predicted, that nigga got addicted to the pussy.
    I damn near lived at his crib now, and every night that bitch would come over begging him to open the door. Damn, I’m a badass bitch if I can make a nigga leave a girl he’d been dating for seven years. I low key wanted to tell him not to fully kick her to the curb, because I was just here for the time being.
    Anyway, today he and I were gonna go out and have lunch. I was pressuring him to take me out in public, because I knew paparazzi would show up and that’s just what I needed. I needed muthafuckas flocking to my name trying to figure out who I was. Yeah, my little picture in his house did some damage, but as soon as another groupie started up some shit, people forgot about me. I wanted to be etched in these people’s minds.
    I smiled in the mirror as I put on my mascara. I had on a tight salmon pink dress, with matching sandals. My mocha complexion was smooth and perfect as usual. No tan in the world could give you all of this good melanin. I wanted to dress simple, but I needed to look good as hell still, for when the paparazzi approached us.
    “You ready babe?” Hollis asked as he walked into the bedroom he and I slept in.
    “Of course daddy,” I smirked and draped my arms over his shoulders.
    I inhaled his scent, and kissed his full lips. It was crazy to me that I could do all this without having any feelings for this nigga. If he was hit by a car, I wouldn’t even flinch.
    “Let’s go,” he said and smacked my ass.
    We arrived at this restaurant in Los Angeles called Tart, and I rolled my eyes once I realized it. Really? All the paper this nigga had and he brings me here? Then on top of that, this is not where paparazzi goes. I’m gone have to pick the next place , I said to myself.
    We decided to dine outside, and the restaurant was very…different. It reminded me of the Anthropologic clothing stores, but a restaurant, if that makes sense. It was very 70’s chic, and it was part retail store and part dining place. There was a hotel connected to the back, but it didn’t appear to be much of anything.
    “So you gonna take me shopping?” I asked Hollis as I sipped my water filled mason jar.
    “You wild shorty,” he shook his head as he stared at the menu. I hated that shorty shit, but I knew he was from Baltimore, so it was a habit, I guess.
    “I am? How so?” I raised a brow.
    “Tryna blow my cash already,” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes. All the good pussy I was putting on him, I shouldn’t even have to ask.
    “So is that a yes or no?” I frowned.
    I needed to get him to take me to the Grove. It was across the street, and I knew celebrities went there all the damn time. Furthermore, paparazzi would be there or would at least get there after we did.
    “Yeah, we can do that,” he finally replied and squeezed my thigh.
    We ate our food, and then as promised, we went over to the Grove to shop. I started with all the expensive ass stores, and then ended with