Last Train For Paris (9 page)

The whole Golden Boy crew was in full effect at Compund Nightclub as they begin popping bottles in celebration of Paris and her early success. Paris walked in the club with Miles on her arm in a deep purple Herve Leger dress and her favorite shoes of choice a snakeskin pair of Christian Louboutins on her feet. Her hair remained bone straight and her face was beat! In other words she looked stunning. It was a shame she wouldn’t remember any of it. Her and Miles decided to start the night off right by smoking some weed, which Paris now noticed, was laced with cocaine. Miles thought he was slick but little did he know Paris was already a pro at containing her high. Hell it would take more than that to get her off which is why she snorted a bit from her stash to keep her feeling easier and breezier than her favorite cover girl lipstick. Unascertained to Miles, Paris’ little frequent use with drugs had now become a habit. Seeing as he never saw her snort coke he just thought she only did it when he laced it with weed, rationalizing that she didn’t even know coke was laced within the joint. Paris was playing the game just right and her fame was right in her palms.

As she ambled into her first industry party with Miles as her man and dispatched of the “just a manager” title all eyes were on them. It was like their coming out party and they were eating up the attention. They couldn’t be happier. As the DJ announced their arrival everyone cheered for Paris as the jock spinned her new single “I Used to Love Him” which was now number one according to soundscan! As Miles walked his girl into VIP there were pink bottles of NUVO (Paris’ favorite sparkling liquor) resting in buckets of ice. Everything was perfect, Miles even arranged for her favorite vanilla buttercream frosted cupcakes from Magnolia’s to be delivered from NYC. Paris was speechless. Miles really went out his way to make sure that this night was inordinate for her and it reiterated why she wanted to be with him that much more. What happened between her and Sean never should have happened and she was just glad it was behind her. She really hoped that Miles would never find out and promised herself that she would never tell a soul. Too bad Sean wasn’t on the same page. He was so controlling and selfish. He always wanted what he wanted and would do anything to get it. So with that being said Paris had to watch her back ten times more than usual and retract all her steps dotting every I and crossing every T. Shit everyone has a weak point she had hers and now it was over. As the drugs took over Paris she grabbed Miles hand and led them to their private VIP section away from the industry cats. Inside the room Paris grinded on Miles as if they were back in Chicago at the Cat Box instead of a secluded VIP room in a popular club. Miles savored every minute of it directing Paris’ hips trying not to get too excited. Judging from the tightness of her dress he realized a long time ago that she had no underwear on and that mere thought alone had him standing at attention. Paris was on ten and wanted to sex her man down right there, until she felt a vibration from Miles pants. Not the type of vibration she was hoping for… it was his blackberry going off. Miles halted his private dance for a second as he took the call. “Hey this is Miles”. It was Miles hit man who he hired to go after that bitch ass nigga Jihan. The dude told him that Jihan and Tammy would be leaving Fiji Island tomorrow but it didn’t seem as if they were headed back towards Atlanta. Miles new hitman had been disguised as a bellhop at their Fiji resort and was assigned to Tammy and Jihan’s room. According to the hitman Jihan was on a suspiciously long phone call with American Airlines getting first class tickets to some location that he failed to say loud enough for him to hear. Miles was told that the hitman would be following the two to the airport tomorrow night and would get a flight to wherever they were going. For once Miles felt at ease. Finally his problems would be taken care of and all before Paris would have a chance to figure out anything! He hurried the conversation to an end before Paris could suspect anything and got back to his lap dance. As he sat there with the woman of his dreams a trace of Tammy ran across his mind… he couldn’t believe he even used to love her!

Sean was so tired of chilling in this damn club. He had been in Dreamz for the past three hours waiting to see Paris’ next move after her and Miles exited their private VIP section. He was chilling in the cut with a newsboy cap on and a graphic tee on. He blended in well with the crowd, which was exactly what he wanted. Finally Paris emerged from VIP looking like a true dime. He wished she just saw things the way he did. She did she just didn’t know it yet, in his eyes and he would stop at nothing to make sure she saw it. He finished up his cognac and headed out to follow the two as they left out.

Me and my Crazy World

Kim sat idle in her Mercedes waiting for Paris to make a move. She was really hoping to find out some dirt on her, other than her mingling with drugs. If she was going to bring this bitch down she needed much more than some weed laced with coke. Smoking rocks and blunts was like a rites of passage in the music industry. Hell how else do you think Bobby Brown got the name king of R&B! Let’s put it this way it damn sure wasn’t based on his talent. Kim had to admit Paris squeaky clean image in the industry made it awfully hard for her to get Paris out of Miles life. As she waited for Paris and Miles to leave she did notice a familiar face that kept popping up, the new artist from Kanye’s label who kept turning up at Paris’ events! Kim decided to go over and introduce herself, if anything maybe he could keep her time occupied while she spied on Paris and Miles. “So you’re just as fed up with this club as I am huh?” Kim asked moving in closer to Sean. At first Sean was reluctant; he needed to keep his attention on following Paris but a little R&R with a pretty lady wouldn’t hurt. “Fed up is an understatement joe.” Sean said letting his true Chicago swag sneak out! “Joe… you must be from the Chi.” Kim said with a smirk on her face. “I grew up on the Southside until I hit high school then me and my family moved to LA.” Kim could detect his Chicago demeanor from a mile away when she peeped his newsboy cap, who does that in the A? As the two chatted Kim asked Sean what he was doing standing outside the nightclub, pressing him to ask her the same exact question. After the two engaged in a little more convo they realized they actually knew a lot of the same people including Paris! Unbeknownst to them both they actually had the same agenda but neither was bold enough to lay out all their cards on the table. Little did they know they would need each other sooner than they thought! Just off GP the two exchanged info via their crackberrys and decided to keep in touch! Hell if anything maybe Kim could strike a new gig from Sean he looked like he was in bad need of a stylist.

Paris packed up her things at the W and made her way down to the lobby. She had a couple more shows to do next week and had to catch a red eye out to LA. She had to admit she was living the life and she never felt better. As she stood in her hotel suite she couldn’t help but be amazed at how her life had changed. She had the man of her dreams and a glamorous life not to mention a dream career.

As she did a check up on herself in the bathroom mirror she realized that her period was delayed. She had been really active doing show after show not to mention her new walk on the wild side with street meds aka narcotics. She didn’t want to think she was pregnant but it was possible, hell her and Miles hadn’t used protection since the first time they were intimate. Just the thought of being pregnant made Paris sick to her stomach, she had way too much stuff on her schedule to be bogged down with a kid, and Miles wouldn’t be much happier. He never even mentioned kids and he sure wouldn’t have the time his schedule was just as busy as hers intensified by ten. This little project would have to wait until her return from her promo tour for the album. She had an appearance on the Today Show tomorrow as well as radio spots on Hot 97 with Angie Martinez and WBLS with Wendy Williams. As she rushed out to catch her flight she put the pregnancy thought way in her back mind and decided she just must be tripping cause there was no way in hell she was pregnant! Her cycle just needed to catch up with her life and the way she was moving that could take weeks!

Jihan and Tammy awaited their flight which would be boarding in the next thirty minutes. They had three layovers in all just to get to their destination. They had been flying since yesterday morning and Tammy was exhausted. Why in the hell was Jihan in such a mood to become a jet setter and why couldn’t this shit wait until after she gave birth! I mean she was only 6 and a half months pregnant but damn a bitch was tired. She could tell something as on Jihan’s mind, it had been every since they left for Fiji she thought maybe it was just jitters about the baby and all but he’s been acting strange way too long for it to be that. She just put her headphones on and blasted the Gap Band’s greatest hits through her Ipod as she let her mind drift into deep thoughts. Jihan on the other hand was the total opposite; he squirmed in the hard ass airport chair as he kept his eye on this Puerto Rican dude who conveniently found himself wherever they were. From the flight in Fiji to their destination gate now this dude was on Jihan’s ass. Jihan knew hat was up and he wasn’t about to let it go down! Miles was smart but compared to a nigga from the streets Miles didn’t know shit. Jihan got up and told Tammy he was going to the restroom as loud as he could to detour the hitman who was watching his every move, because Tammy had on her Ipod it didn’t look odd that Jihan had to yell it! He immediately went to the customer service desk. “Thank you for choosing American Airlines how can I help you today? Asked the Caucasian women behind the counter with beads of sweat gathered around her upper lip as she put down her steaming cup of what looked to be coffee on the desk and looked up at Jihan. “Well mam I’ve had a little emergency which has caused a change in me and my wife’s plans and we need to change the destination of our flight immediately. “That may not be a problem sir where exactly were you going and where exactly do you need to go now?” asked the woman. “We were destined to go to Rome, Italy but I need to change it to Durham North Carolina, said Jihan quickly hoping his speedy sentences would push the woman to move a bit faster. “That’s not a problem at all sir I just need your tickets and passports” said the woman as she typed much faster than she talked. As the lady rearranged the tickets Jihan called Tammy and informed her that their gate had changed and for her to immediately come to Terminal C gate 16. The lady handed Jihan their tickets after he paid the change fees and assured their luggage would be moved. Their flight wouldn’t be leaving until three hours later and until that time Jihan had to figure out a way to stay out of sight and out of mind with the hitman. Tammy gathered her things and wobbled her way to change terminals. The last thing she remembered was walking to the terminal everything after that was a blur.

Love Lockdown

Paris stared at the little stick that held the fate of her life with the mark of two lines. She had taken five pregnancy tests and they all came back the same POSITIVE! She couldn’t believe it… The worst part of it all wasn’t the pregnancy. That she could live with; it was trying to figure out who this little being inside of her belonged to, that was freaking her out. Paris had wrecked her brain for the last hour and a half trying to piece together the weeks and months to see if the baby was Miles or Sean’s but it was too close to call. She couldn’t even bring herself to think about what would happen if this baby wasn’t Miles’. The two had plans of marriage and to think of another man’s baby being brought into the mix was like cutting off her life support. Shit what was she going to do? She didn’t want to tell Sean and risk him acting crazy in love like he had been lately and she didn’t want to lie to Miles! She would just have to hide this pregnancy shit until she came up with a master plan, she wasn’t showing and she had some time to spare, in the meantime in between time she set up an appointment with an off the record OBGYN to see how far along she was, and get some prenatal vitamins. If there was one thing she was sure of, it was that this human being inside of her belonged to her and with or without a father being present she was going to provide a much better life for it than she ever had. She grabbed her Louie bag and the keys to her Range and was out the hotel room faster than the positive stripe dried on her last pregnancy EPT test.

Miles entered the hotel room to find that Paris obviously left in a hurry. Her clothes were spread all over the place and the bathroom was a mess. He arranged for them both to have a romantic dinner seeing as this was Paris’ first and only night off but she wasn’t there. Instead he decided to just go along with his own plans and get some work done. He looked through his blackberry emails and saw an email from Sean the rapper signed to GOOD music. Miles brought up his number and dialed. “Hello.” Sean answered his phone unfamiliar to the number that showed up on his mobile. He was hoping it was Paris. “What up Sean this Miles from Golden Boy, I wanted to reach out and see if you would be in NYC at all this week so we could set up that meeting?” Miles asked getting straight to business he wasn’t the type of nigga to dance around the fences he hated wasting time. Sean contemplated on the offer. He had no intention of really signing with Golden Boy but thought that the opportunity to speak one on one with Miles would be great. He had a lot to get off his chest. “You know I will actually be in NYC next week lets set it up.” Sean answered after hesitating. “Ok great I’ll have my assistant check my schedule and get back to you with a time, from what Paris tells me you are a great lyricist so I can’t wait to chop it up my dude.” Miles said enthusiastic about possibly getting another hitmaker on his roaster. The last jab about Paris really hit a nerve and Sean felt himself getting really upset. He wanted to out Paris right then and there and crush Miles perception of his perfect little wifey, but decided to hold off the timing wasn’t right. “Yea if anyone would know how talented I am it would be Paris, so I look forward to meeting you too.” Sean said.