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birth-controlled body.”
    I shrugged again. “So you’ll be having a strong baby.”
    Ariel gave me a death stare as she said, “Shut up and eat your salad, Jasmine.”
     
     

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    Note to self: Never bring a girl to a Drake concert.
    That’s all I could think about as I watched my flavor of the weekend, Isabella, scream her lungs out for Drake’s attention. Even with her heavy accent, you couldn’t mistake her pleads for Drake to let her have his babies. Isabella and I were just kicking it, as I typically did with all of my ladies, so I really wasn’t in a position to trip about it. And I definitely didn’t mind the idea of him dealing with her babies instead of me.
    Isabella was crazy.
    Like rumors that she had pulled a knife on her last boyfriend several times crazy.
    But that wasn’t enough to scare me off considering her insane sex game made up for any threat she could potentially pose.
    As Drake continued his ode to the ladies performing all of his slower, R&B songs, I took the opportunity to scan the crowd. There were a lot of guys but the audience was mostly filled with googly-eyed women, all ready to throw their panties on the stage; Isabella included.
    Since it didn’t seem like he was planning on going back to rapping anytime soon, I decided to take a personal intermission to the VIP lounge. There weren’t a lot of people in the lounge since the headlining act was on stage, but there were a few mixing and mingling as the performance played on the televisions mounted in the area.
    I made my way over to the bar and was just getting ready to take advantage of the complimentary spirits when a woman walked in and interrupted my train of thought. She looked mouthwatering-good in a dress that turned her ass into an asset and heels that made her legs look just long enough to lock behind her head by the ankles. In fact, I knew they were long enough to do so because I had tried it out a few times with great success.
    She paid me no mind as she skipped in front of me in line at the bar and asked for a bottle of water. Even the bartender had a hard time focusing on the simple task as his eyes were too fixated on her body.
    Once he finally calmed down and handed her the water, she turned around and practically ran right into me. I expected her to go off, but instead she gave me a little seductive smirk that made me feel embarrassingly excited.
    Down boy.
    I licked my lips before I cleared my throat to say, “Miss. Jasmine.”
    “The guy formerly known as Daddy . What’s up?” I was surprised by her casual tone considering more than half of our initial interactions had consisted of little spats.
    “Nothing much, just taking a break from the concert. You here by yourself?” It was the most indirect way I could ask her if she was seeing someone. Not that I cared the first night we hooked up, but I just wanted to make sure nobody was gonna come at me for talking to their girl.
    “With a friend. You?”
    “Same.”
    “Cool. Well I won’t hold you up. Enjoy the show.”
    She went on about her way before I had the chance to elongate the conversation. The fact that she had been so cordial while looking too good left me hella curious. And even though I was there with Isabella, Jasmine had quickly bumped her out of my plans for the evening. There was no way I could execute what Isabella probably had in mind with Jasmine invading my thoughts even more than she already had been lately.
    Snap out of it, bruh.
    I ordered my drink and quickly made my way back out to the crowd just in time to catch Drake performing one of my favorite songs, Trophies . As I rapped along with him, I glanced over to my left and saw Jasmine with her friend that was surprisingly a girl, vibing out as well. They rapped the song word for word to each other, using hand motions just like the rapper used. It was oddly attractive to see her enjoying the show as a true fan of artistry and not just a girl tryna get chose.
    My attention must have