The next day Chalynn's best friend came over for dinner. "Let me see it." Bria snatched the blue face from her hands. Chalynn huffed, she was tired of people snatching things from her.

"Girl, snatch from me again." Bria held her hands up as if she surrendered. One thing Bria knew about Chalynn was that she wasn't going to be hoe'd.

"Soo .. are you going to call him?" Bria raised her eyebrow waiting for an answer. Plopping down on her soft dark gray couch, Lay looked up at her bestie, "You know how I feel about dating rappers or anybody else for that matter." She felt the vibe between them definitely and say that she did want to pursue him? What if he only wanted to sleep with her, that's not something she wanted right now. But it was Key Glock.

"Girl, this man told you he could show you why that's his favorite car! He was obviously flirting with you." Bria couldn't believe that her best friend was acting this way.

They had always talked about what they would do if a rich man came along and wanted to court them they would jump on it. Literally. "Shit if you don't I will." Chalynn held her hand out for the one hundred dollar bill with his contact information on it.

Bria reluctantly handed it back and sat down next to her best friend. "Stop playing." Chalynn chuckled, but Bria wasn't kidding; she was as serious as a heart attack.

Marlee came down from her room, "Sissy ,you know that girl ain't playing." Marlee scoffed, she did not like Bria because she felt like Bria was always hating on Chalynn; she just didn't know why her sister couldn't see it.

"Mar, please do not start. Please." Chalynn begged as she got up to make her sister a plate. Bria glared at Marlee once Chalynn's back was turned, "I think you should call him. Even if he just wants to pipe you. He's skinny and you know them skinny dudes be sl-" Chalynn cut her off,

"Marlee! Please try and refrain from that language." Chalynn scooped mashed potatoes and gravy on the plate as Marlee giggled, even though she was 18 years old her sister still hated talking to her about sex and sexual acts. She treated Marlee as if she was her daughter instead of her damn near grown sister.

"Fine but when ya'll eventually do it, I want all the details." Marlee kissed her sister's cheek as she grabbed her plate from her hands. Sitting at the table Marlee prayed before diving in, Bria sat there pondering on whether or not she was truly going to go after Key herself.

"Why you so quiet over there?" Chalynn asked as she got a second helping of food. She had really thrown down on the baked yams. "Lay, you sure you should be eating all that starch? You don't want to put on anymore weight." Marlee dropped her fork and snapped her head in Bria's direction.

"You're right." Chalynn looked down at her flat stomach, she had a banging body: small cup breasts that sat up perfectly on their own, she had a slim waist with her toned stomach to match her booty matched Key's ego: big as hell.

Marlee took her plate up to her room because if she would have stayed there any longer she probably would have chucked it at the girls head.

"Make sure you bring that plate back down." Chalynn yelled up the stairs to her sister. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm about to clean up my house. What are you about to do?" Chalynn cleaned up the coffee table where Bria left her plate and cup.

"I'll take the hint." Bria grabbed her belongings and headed towards the door. "See you later bestie?" Bria nodded saying her final goodbyes before leaving the house with one thing on her mind; Key Glock and how was she going to get him.

Marlee brought her plate and cup back downstairs because she heard her sister's friend leave. "You should call him." She spoke in a sing-song voice, picking up the blue face and grabbing her sister's unlocked phone, Marlee began to dial the number listed on the one hundred dollar bill.

"Marlee, you better not." Marlee ran around the house while her sister chased behind her. Before Chalynn could snatch her little sister up she pressed the green call button. Chalynn's heart began to beat rapidly as the phone began to ring. "Hello?" Key spoke into the phone, he had an idea of who it was because of the caller ID.

Marlee shoved the phone up to Chalynn's ear with an evil grin on her face. "K-Key Glock?" Chalynn said barely above a whisper, his familiar chuckle flooded the line as he heard the nervousness in her voice.

He thought it was cute. "Chalynn? Wassup?" He responded, Marlee cheesed at her big sister while trying to keep her fan girl behavior at bay. "I'm great, thank you and you? You wanted me to call you?" She asked to see what he wanted from her. "I'm coo, I want to take you out to dinner or lunch whichever works for you." Marlee almost let out a scream but she covered her mouth quickly, Chalynn glared over at her.

She wasn't sure what to say, "Mm, I'm not sure." Chalynn looked too Marlee for an answer, "It's just one date." Chalynn sucked her lip before she responded, "Okay. I just cooked today but tomorrow I'm free." Her little sister stuck her thumb up at her, "Text me your address, I'll swoop you at 7." Key smiled through the phone, his cousin looked at him and shook his head.

"Okay, I will do that and I will see you tomorrow. Bye." Before Key could say anything back to her she disconnected the line.

"My sissy is going on a date with Key mothafuckin Glock." Chalynn was so nervous that she felt herself about to shit.

"Ugh. Marlee, I can't stand you." Chalynn ran to her bathroom to poop while Marlee rubbed her hands together like Birdman. Her plan to get Chalynn a man was officially in motion.

*

"How do I look?" Chalynn asked her as she did a 360 in a black mini bodycon dress that had slits in the front that exposed just enough of her chest and stomach with her thigh high leather black boots. She carried a black Telfar purse and accessorized with a rose gold diamond Rolex on her right hand and a rose gold Pandora charm bracelet. Her and Marlee had the same one and it made Bria pissed.

To finish her look she put in her diamond stud earrings. "Yes, you look so good!" Marlee said, about to take pictures of her sister.

"Thank you very much. Bria, what do you think?" Chalynn rubbed her lip gloss into her lips.

"Are you sure you should wear that? It seems like a bit much." Bria looked Chalynn up and down moving her hands side to side in front of her face. Marlee pressed her lips together because this moment was about her sister and she wasn't going to ruin it by going off on Bria.

"Mm. I like it." Chalynn shrugged, grabbing her sunglasses to complete her look. A knock on the door broke the awkward silence. Quickly spraying her Black Opium perfume by YSL she stood up straight as Marlee ran over to the door.

"Oh my gosh it's Mr. Glock!" Key laughed as who he presumed to be her little sister completely fanned out.

"Marlee." Chalynn scolded, she shot Key an apology look as she pulled her little sisters arm so Key could walk all the way into their home. He stepped inside and looked around, it was nicely decorated with white and an assortment of fall colors. It smelled like vanilla and pumpkin spice. It was a very cozy home.

"You must be Marlee." He asked with a smile on his face, "That's me. Thank you for the autograph." He nodded his head noticing the other girl sitting on the couch eyeing him.

Chalynn followed his gaze, "Oh, I am so rude this is my best friend Bria, Bria this is Key." When Chalynn turned back around to look at Key, Bria smirked at him and waved seductively. Thankfully Marlee wasn't paying attention, Key nodded his head to be polite but he was ready to go.

"You ready to go?" He asked, looking his date up and down. Her dress was definitely teasing him, she walked in front of him and he glanced at her backside. He definitely couldn't wait to get his hands on her but knowing her, that would be awhile.

"Home by 10:30 and no funny business." Marlee gave Key a serious face, she was bold for even trying him but he found it funny.

"Bria, let yourself out. Marlee, don't have anybody in my house. Bye love you." Marlee kissed her sister's cheek as she was walking out the door. Bria squeezed past them and walked to her car. Key opened the door for her and she smiled, "Thank you."

*

"Welcome to Flemings Mr. Cathey, your table is ready. Right this way." Key put his hand on the small of her back sending chills up Chalynn's spine. They walked through the slightly dimmed high end restaurant to their table.The waiter pulled out the chair for them both and they sat down.

"I hope you know I'm not one of those girls who eats salads." Chalynn smiled sweetly, she had been to Flemings once or twice and she loved it.

"I like a girl who can eat." He licked his licks looking her up and down. "Boy." Chalynn blushed, hiding her smile behind the fancy menu.

"Anything I can get you to drink?" The waiter asked after bringing water and bread, "Can I have a glass of moscato please?" Key liked how respectful she was to the person who was taking their order, some of the women he took out would be very rude.

"I'll take the usual Ricardo, thank you." Chalynn nodded her head, "Do you come here often?" Chalynn asked, spreading butter on the bread. "Only for business, an occasional date or two." Key had his elbows on the table with his hands folded together over his lips.

Chalynn took a bite out of the freshly made bread in response to him. Sometimes she was her own worst enemy, she could self sabotage but at the same time rappers were known for sleeping with just about anybody.

"You don't believe me?" He asked as the waiter came back for their food order and to drop off their drinks. After ordering Chalynn sipped her wine before responding, "Maybe or maybe not." Key took a piece of bread too, it was one of his favorite things about the place.

"Tell me 'bout Chalynn." She smiled, "I like radio hosting, I really do but it's just until what I really want to do gets more popular." Key set his drink down, "And what's that?"

"Fashion designing, you're not the only one who can dress." Chalynn joked, the wine was hitting her system and it allowed her to be more open with her date.

"Okay then, look at you. I would love to see some of your pieces." Flattered, Chalynn ran her hands down her dress.

"You're looking at one of them." Impressed Key nodded his head, "Damn." Chalynn giggled, she was beginning to be happy that she went out on this date with him.

"What's setting you back from taking off with that? I know a few people who would love that dress. You look good as hell." He rubbed his hands together while checking her out once again.

"I want to go back and finish my degree in law, so that I know my rights as a fashion designer. I had to stop school and work full time to support me and Marlee, that's another story for another day though." Her demeanor changed as she thought about her little sister and what they had been through.

Key wasn't going to press the issue at all, because he understood. Not everything was meant to be shared, eventually but not now.

"How long have you and ole girl been besties?" The waiter sat their food in front of them, Key grabbed Chalynn's hands and bowed his head. She followed suit with the widest smile on her face. They said prayer and dug into their food, oblivious to why he was asking, she answered, "Ever since the sixth grade. We promised we would stand by each other no matter what." She covered her mouth as she spoke.

Key knew to steer clear of Bria, that girl was nothing but trouble. She was about to ask him a question as a woman walked up to the table and interrupted, "Hi Mr. Glock, can you sign this for me?" She asked leaning against the table blocking Chalynn's view of him.

"Fasho." He signed a copy of Yellow Tape and the woman smirked at him before waltzing off. She must have assumed he would watch her walk away but he kept his focus on Chalynn not once leaving her face. His attention to her calmed her down and the fact that this was a first date and he was not her man. Yet.

"Were you about to say something?" He asked, cutting into his medium well filet mignon. "Yes, wh-" She was cut off again by another woman in an even shorter dress.

"Why haven't you called me back?" She asked him, Chalynn's face twisted up, she tried to keep it straight but these women were blatantly disrespectful. It wasn't as if the women were ugly at all however, they definitely needed to be checked.

"I'm in the middle of something." Key waved her off, Chalynn's frustration was beginning to show. She hated being interrupted, which was one of her biggest pet peeves.

The woman scoffed and walked off, "I'm scared to talk, if I get interrupted one more time." She finished the last sip of wine, Key chuckled at her little attitude.

"Like I was sa-" A third woman walked up to him and her outfit was more skimpy than the other ones. She was a brown skin woman with a long thick weave and big breasts and a nice supple ass. Her thighs did not match.

"Key Glock ! Oh my gosh can you please sign my titties?" She asked, about to take her breasts out of her top. "Nah, I can't do that." He looked over to the woman, "Why not ? You've done it before for somebody else." The girl had a clear amount of attitude in her voice but Key wasn't phased. He was trying to learn the woman in front of him. "I said, no." The face he gave her made her straighten up and walk off.

"Thank you for what could have been an amazing date but I'm ready to go." She said as the waiter made his way to their table, "Can I have a box for this?" She motioned towards her plate, Key wasn't going to argue with her because he would be annoyed too but he was kind of salty about the date ending early.

After Key paid and she had her to go box she was happy to see his yellow Lamborghini Urus. The ride to her home was silent, she was salty because everything was going so well until his groupies started coming up to him.

When he parked in front of her house he spoke, "Can I see you again?" She looked over at him, her eyes low from the wine. "I don't even know. I have too much going on to be worried about your groupies every time I turn around." She spoke honestly, "I don't mess with them women. What do you have going on, that I can't take you out on dates?" He asked rolling up his wood, and she eyed him.

That man was fine, the wine in her system made her want to pounce on him but she couldn't even do it. He wore a white Doc Johnson sexual positions graphic t-shirt, with gray Lenny Flare jeans and his fragment x Travis Scott Jordan one lows. He had a white and gray Lakers snapback with his different jewelry and tattoos. Once again he smelled good and she felt herself melt even though she was supposed to be mad.

She studied his lips as he licked the blunt. Lick me, her body screamed. "Huh?" He asked her, noticing she didn't respond to his question. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her eyeing him, he wanted to smirk but she was already upset with him.

He repeated his question, "I'm selfless Key. I take care of my sister, I volunteer, I'm trying to elevate myself and get myself together and I need a man. I can't keep playing." She sighed and he chuckled. She didn't know shit about this man's character but she was judging him based on a few fans and that was funny to him.

She looked at him once more and began to open the door to his car. He reached over and closed it with his free hand and placed his blunt on the dashboard. He got out and walked over to her side of the car, opened the door and walked her to her front door. She was about to unlock the door but her sister flung it open with a wide smile on her face.

"Good night Chalynn."

"Good night Key." And she shut the door.