Preseason Love by Ahyiana Angel Page A

picked up by all of the urban media and blogs, and that would make the night a success.
    If only things could always work out in real life how they played out in my mind. Of course this dude showed up after the red carpet was finished and well after Diddy and Jay’s arrival, which was so quick that if you blinked, you would have missed it. I wanted to pop Romero upside his gorgeous head, but he was the client and not my little brother. I had to explain to him that since he’d arrived late, we had missed an opportunity.
    The scene inside was a combination of industry executives, music heads, and party people in their flyest weekday wear. Once we entered the main level, I spotted the VIP section.
    â€œLook to the left,” I instructed Romero. “That’s the VIP area and that’s where you are going.”
    He responded with a simple, “Okay, cool.”
    Romero was one of the sweetest guys ever who had a very genuine sort of nerdy quality about him. He was relatively easy to work with, too. It seemed like he’d fallen into modeling by accident. His true passion was acting and he planned to use modeling as his segue.
    We walked over to the VIP entrance and I made sure that he got in and got settled before I dipped off so as not to be a lurker. I wanted him to do his thing and enjoy himself.
    His assistant, on the other hand—who I took to calling Slick—must have found himself taking a liking to me because he managed to track me down in the party. At first I thought that they needed something work-related, but I quickly realized that Slick wanted to be in my face.
    He was cute, but I already knew the type. He was the childhood best friend slash assistant who probably took himself way more seriously than his boy who actually made crazy sums of money from his natural talent. However, since he was relatively handsome, with decent conversation, he used that to get the ladies. Well, not today, not tonight, and surely not with me. At some point he realized that I wasn’t feeling his game as he wandered off to find some unsuspecting breezy.
    By night’s end, I was tired and ready to go. I did not have to stay the whole time with Romero, but I felt that I should since I was filling in for someone else. I did not want any issues.
    As we were walking out of the party, Romero asked me if I wanted a ride. It was only he and Slick rolling in this seven-passenger SUV, so I accepted. My girl Sydney, from The Clique, was in town for work, and I had plans to meet up with her. A ride was what I needed.
    When we approached the exit to the club, I looked around to see where Slick was, but I could not spot him. I asked Romero where he was and he had no clue. I told him to hop in the car. I would look out for Slick.
    After standing around for a few minutes, I spotted him—he was cupcakin’ with a groupie. I should have known, so disrespectful. The way I looked at it, if you were not financing anything, then you made moves quickly and you kept up with the program and you definitely didn’t keep people waiting.
    He and the groupie girl walked in my direction. They werelaughing and carrying on like two teens after the prom. She had on a hot-pink spandex dress with a head full of synthetic black extensions and uncontrollable boobs spilling out of her dress.
    Slick walked up to me. “This is Keisha. She’s rolling with us.”
    He almost said it as if he expected me to challenge him. His tone said I dare you, but my facial expression said I don’t care.
    Romero must have connected with his late-night lady friend and decided that he wanted to get dropped off at her place. We dropped him off first. Now it was only the lovebirds and me. Spectacular! They actually seemed to be quite familiar with each other like this was not a first-time encounter. Pink dress was polite but did not say too much.
    My stop was next. I planned to meet Sydney near where she was staying at the Hotel on