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He took the device tapping play. At first, it was quite an blurr until certain details of the woman’s body jogged his memory. Handing the phone back he had no excuses or even an apology at the moment. The person behind this made such an risky, yet bold decision. Embarrassed wasn’t even the word to describe half of his current emotion. “You know who that is and.. this is our first time down this road. It’ll be our last too. I have no real explanation for my actions, to be real. I’ll apologize because, I know no matter how angry you are at me this is hurting you. It’s hurting me too. You can cuss at me, throw shit, or walk out. I respect it and I still love you.”

The tension intensified as expected. He rose up from his seat, before the words could form a sentence she truck him in the jaw. Ontrell launched his dominant hand at her throat, staring Char cleansing his jaw he squeezed as hard as he could listening to her lose breath. “Out of all things... You wanna put your hands on me? Are you fucking stupid?!” He spat shaking the female roughly like a rag doll ignoring the blows to his chest. Tossing Chardonnay aside he had enough with her belligerent behavior, “I tried to be mature about this and here you go acting like a fucking kid. You feel played thinking that bitch likes you. She don’t. Want ya’ spot the whole time. Yeah, I fucked up. This shit? Dead. Do what you want, just don’t die.” Catching his breath from the assault he’d taken, Ontrell exited her hotel annoyed with the entire situation. He had one person to see in hopes of cleaning up this mess.

After Trell’s mother came to pick the twins up, Char got herself a hotel room. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sent a quick text to @gcdthcset

📲: Meet me at the Ritz Carlton. Room 410

“No, I haven’t.” He answered honestly since he’d been cleaning up his image a bit as of recent. Her smile threw him off, but maybe it’s another rumor. “A video of?” Noticing the sudden change in her posture, he massaged his temple in disbelief as her next set of words flew out. “What?” He said staring at her in utter confusion, “I get you’re upset up.. can you show me the video? Then, I can answer you.” He requested something really dumb from other people’s perspective. However, Ontrell has such an wild past anything is possible.

After Trell’s mother came to pick the twins up, Char got herself a hotel room. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sent a quick text to @gcdthcset

📲: Meet me at the Ritz Carlton. Room 410

He noticed she didn’t speak, not even a simple hello. Walking in unknown territory irritated him the most, but he sucked up. Entering the room, ontrell sat closest to the door aware of how things might turn if this in fact wasn’t a pleasant conversation.

After Trell’s mother came to pick the twins up, Char got herself a hotel room. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sent a quick text to @gcdthcset

📲: Meet me at the Ritz Carlton. Room 410

A text message from Chardonnay while he was out late working could only mean two things. He immediately left after fulfilling his personal duties pertaining to work. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived outside of his destination, uncertain about what his girlfriend could possibly need at this time of the morning, checking his device for the exact number he got onto the elevator yawning from exhaustion the noise snapping him out his thoughts, Turn left searching for the door stopping he knocked being mindful of neighbors.

“If you’re really not ready for them to attend then we can turn around. Mother knows best.” He admitted from his own personal experiences where if he’d listen things would’ve worked out in his favor. Ontrell has his suspicions about public school since people treated celebrity children different. Scratching his crisp edge up, he glanced back at the twins whom were also nervous feeding off energy they put out. “Let’s relax a little. You’re about to make them freak out, Alright?” Suggesting Noelle’s spirit would be more useful calm rather than frantic at the moment. “Well.. that’s ‘cause my momma taught me until she got comfortable enough with sending me off. People do sick shit to kids... it’s odd. Why didn’t we discuss this school first? Whatever.” His eyes glued to the road while he figured out a short cut, “You sure about this? We can try when they’re four. It’ll be better.. they both speak well, I’m sure if something goes wrong miss sassy will tell us the whole story.”

“I’ll make sure he’s here next time.” Scratching his forehead standing up, “Thank you Kai for your time. This was really productive as hell.” He exchanges glares with Jahiem hinting at this wasn’t the place to discuss brewing issues that’d soon uprise.

“I’m glad you were able to make it, J. We gotta hunt E ass down.” He chuckled, pretty much they all were on the same page and just needed a little push. “Let me find out you tryna be the next Dr. Dre. Good shit, fam. Fashion is something we’re known for it’s a no brainer for us. The studio? We slackin’ but no worries I have an idea. Fo’sho.” Rubbing his hands together making one last statement. “I gotta clean up my image a little bit too for later. We good?” He asked in reference to the meeting. Looking at his watch, he aware of everyone’s busy schedule including his own could be hetic.

Dapping up Jaheim, he nodded greeting the male while listening to Kai explain the importance of their meeting. “Nah we just getting started bro.” Tapping in his fingers against the wooden desk top tossing ideas around in his head. “I definitely want to do modeling and maybe videography. However, the modeling outside of music is more so a lane I’d like. Solo singles won’t be an issue. I’ve been thinking of opening an cancer charity for many reasons too. I’ll sit on it until I’m completely organized with it.” He expressed what direction he’d like to go for not only his career but theirs as an group. “I think we should be looked at for just more than rapping, you know?”