The room was silent and dark. Reginald was still on his back, in the same position he was in when he layed down. Then came a knock at the door. Reginald's eyes cracked open. He rolled over on his side and saw the clock. It said 10:13 am.
"Damn," said Reginald under his breath. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He heard the knock at the door again. Reginald got up and walked over to the door and looked out the peephole. It was Duane and Brandie.
Reginald, still in a bit of a haze, opened the door. "Hey yall," he said sleepily. Duane shook his hand, "What's up Reg, this spot is nice!" Reginald hugged and kissed Brandie. "Hey baby," said Reginald. "I missed you so much," he continued. "Me too," said Brandie behind her bright smile.
Duane walked over to the couch and saw the blouse on the couch. He saw pants on the floor and one pump with a four inch heel. "What the fu...," Duane muttered to himself. He turned and looked at Reginald. He walked into the bathroom and saw Yvonne laying next to the toilet. All she had on was her under-clothes. There was dried vomit on her face and in her hair.
Duane kneeled down and put his finger on her wrist to check her pulse. "Man, at least she's alive," he said. "Reggie," yelled Duane. "Come here!" Reginald was groggy, but he suddenly remembered Yvonne. "Oh shit," he yelled. He scampered quickly into the bathroom and saw Duane standing over her. "Is she okay," asked Reginald. "Yeah, she's alive and breathing, but she's completely fucked up," Duane said.
Reginald rubbed his eyes. "Man, you wouldn't believe last night," he said shaking his head. He noticed that Brandie was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with Yvonne's blouse in her hand. "What the hell is this Reginald," she asked sternly. "And who's the bitch on the floor?" "Baby, let me explain," said Reginald.
"Talk fast nigga," Brandie said as she turned and walked away. Reginald leaped up from his knees and ran up behind Brandie. "Okay, you remember last night when we talked, right? Well, after that, Mike showed up and wanted to go eat. I told him no and went back to bed," Reginald started. Brandie stood with her back turned to him and just shook her head. "What's that got to do with the naked bitch in the bathroom," she asked. "Well, while I was asleep, Yvonne came knocking at the door and she was trying to get with me, but only because she was drunk," Reginald said in a panic. "I swear to you nothing happened. I got her to back off and when she sat down to put back on her clothes, she got sick and hurled! I offered to call 911, but she said no and I wound up going back to sleep."
Brandie turned around and looked at Reginald. "You should have kicked her out," Brandie said. "Better yet, you should have never let her in." Brandie took the blouse and threw it in Reginald's face and walked towards the door. "Brandie, come back," Reginald pleaded. "Goodbye Reginald," she said as she slammed the door behind her. "Dammit," Reginald exlaimed as he threw the blouse on the floor. He sat on the couch and put his head in his hands.
"Ahem," grunted Duane. Reginald looked up and he saw Duane and Yvonne. She was leaning on him and she seemed only about half conscious. Duane helped her onto the bed where she just fell back and drifted off again. "Yo, what did she drink," he asked. "D, seriously, I have no idea," Reginald said. "She showed up here drunk last night, trying to sleep with me," Reginald said. "I knocked her back, and when she got the picture, she also got pretty sick," Reginald said. "She went in the bathroom and puked. All I know is that I was going to call 911, but she said 'no'. I went back to sleep and now here we are," Reginald finished.
"First off, if she's passing out drunk and shit, you call 911. I don't care what she said. You got this strange woman in your hotel, if she died, they could put that on you. Matter of fact," said Duane as he picked up the phone. "Front desk? Yeah, we need an ambulance now," Duane said. "Yes, thank you." He hung up the phone. They should be sending somebody soon. The two looked at Yvonne on the bed.
Reginald sat down on the bed and nudged at her shoulder. "Yvonne, the ambulance is on the way," Reginald said. Yvonne's eyes opened. "For what," she said. "I'm fine, just a hangover from hell," she continued. "Well, they are on their way Yvonne," said Reginald. "Cancel it, I'm fine, I just need some coffee. Where's Andrea," asked Yvonne. "You're in my room, not yours. I haven't seen Andrea since last night," Reginald replied.
"You there! Call and cancel the ambulance," Yvonne said pointing to Duane. Duane cracked a smile as he picked up the phone to call the front desk. "Reggie, I'm okay and I'm sorry about barging in on your last night," Yvonne said softly. "Can you give me my clothes, I need to go back to my suite and get cleaned up," she said. "Duane, can you get her clothes for me, I need to find Brandie," Reginald said. "Yessa massa," said Duane sarcastically as he laughed.
Reginald put on his clothes from the night before and ran out the door. "Man, where could she have gone to," Reginald asked himself as he sprinted up the hallway. He got in the elevator and went down to the lobby. There were people everywhere. He noticed that there were people who recognized him. He quickly ran out the front door of the hotel, hoping not to attract any attention.
Off to his left, he saw Brandie sitting on a bench. He could see how angry she was and how hurt she looked. He ran over to her and sat next to her. "Baby," Reginald began. "Stop," Brandie interrupted. "I've heard your story and whether or not it's bullshit or the truth, you've broken my trust. You don't let women in your room, period. Especially not strange drunk women," Brandie said. "And if somehow she got in there, you should have sent her back to where she came from," Brandie said. Reginald couldn't say anything. His heart was beating triple time. He felt tears in his eyes.
"Brandie, I made a mistake, but I did not sleep with her and I did not have any intention of sleeping with her. She's a colleague and she had too much to drink. I've never dealt with anything like this before and I didn't know how to handle it," Reginald said. "All I know is that I'm sorry that I hurt you and that I hurt us. You know how important you are to me. I would never purposely put our relationship in this situation," he said.
Brandie put her hand on his cheek. "Reggie, I love you, but this is exactly what I worried about," Brandie said with tears in her eyes. "You are naive in a lot of ways, but it's not necessarily bad because I know you have a good heart. You want to help everyone and you want to believe that they are all out for your best interests," Brandie said. "But they aren't, everybody is trying to make money off you and get next to you. Do you know I heard a woman at the store the other day say that she would have your baby just because you're a celebrity," Brandie said. "I'm not okay with that stuff, not in the least."
Reginald sat back and sighed. "Reggie, everybody wants something from you. Duane sees dollar signs, your boys want a big break, the woman upstairs wants to sleep with you, Mister Martin wants job security, you got fans wanting to make babies with you and they've never even met you," she said. "I don't want people taking advantage of you, because you've got a good heart," she said. "But you're already trying to do everything for everybody."
"But you come first," Reginald interrupted. "I would give all this up for you." "You would, but nothing would change," she said. "You'd still be letting Duane and your friends get over on you like they've been doing for years," she continued. "These people are leeches, and they won't stop until you don't have anything left. Then they will move on to the next person. I have to question your judgement, because you asked Duane to be your manager when Image already had somebody professional lined up for you."
"I owed Duane for all he's done for me," Reginald replied. "No, you don't owe him a damn thing," she said. "When you sing at The Hill, that's when they get paid the most, which means you bring in the majority of his legitimate money," Brandie continued. "He's using you and it's only going to get worse."
Reginald stood up. He was frustrated. "How'd we get from last night to Duane," he asked. "It's all the same Reggie, you are too naive. This is what I wanted to talk to you about. You need to get another manager because you know that Duane is shady. He's going to be more trouble than he's worth," she finished.
"I can handle Duane," Reginald snapped back. "Oh really," Brandie said. "So then you are aware that the police are looking at him in connection with the disappearance of several patrons of the club? They found three Escalades at this chop shop around the corner from the club. The serial numbers for those Escalades matched out of state vehicles that were last seen at The Hill," Brandie explained. "What makes it worse is that the guy who owns all three of these Escalades not only didn't report them stolen, but they can't find him!"
Reginald sat back down. "Duane's got some not so up and up shit going on, but he wouldn't go that far," Reginald said. "Believe it baby, I'm not going to watch him take you down with him," said Brandie. "Get yourself out of this mess before it's too late!"
To Be Continued...
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