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night.
    “Dior, my name is Dior.”
“That name fits you.”
    “Why is that?”
    “It just does. Why don’t you let me take you out to dinner, Dior?”
    “You must didn’t see who I came in here with.”
    “Why would you think that?”
    “Because if you had you would know that I don’t do dinner with just anybody.”
    “I wouldn’t expect any less because I’m not just anybody.”
    “Well you sure ain’t Sway Stone and that’s who I’m with.”
    “There ain’t nothing Sway Stone can do for you that I can’t do.”
    “Oh really?”
    “I didn’t stutter.”
    “Can you have me walking down red carpets? No. Can you have the paparazzi breaking their necks trying to take our pictures? No. Can you have me all up in the blogs and magazines with everybody checking for me because I’m on the arm of a superstar? No. Can you have me in the front row of the hottest designers during fashion week? No. So as cute as you are, you can’t do for me everything that Sway can.”
    “So all you’re interested in is being in the limelight?”
    “I call it fame, baby. That’s what being with Sway is going to get me because I need a lot more than free champagne to make me happy.”
    I laughed to myself at the lack of shame this woman had in her game. Running the streets I had dealt with all sorts of women but this one right here was a piece of work. She was so blatantly shallow that it made me find her even more intriguing.
    “Dior, just go out to dinner with me. I promise you, after doing so you won’t want anybody else but me. And trust, Sway has nothing on my pockets.”
    “I don’t care about your money because it can’t buy me what I want, which is fame. So thanks for the champagne but I need to go find my man before one of these scavengers in here tries to take my place.”
    With those parting words, just like that she was gone. In all my years of dealing with women I had never met one that didn’t bite and never did I have to play the money card to get them to do so. But here I was justifying my pockets and she still didn’t want any part of me. I didn’t even know how to classify her. It couldn’t be a gold-digger because she didn’t want my bread. It couldn’t be a ho ‘cause she wasn’t giving up no pussy. The only thing I could come up with was a fame chaser. But could I really fault her for that? I chased money all day long so we both chased but she was chasing something else. I couldn’t help but think that maybe I needed to consider doing the same thing.
    Dior
     
    Shut It Down
     
    I struggled to open my eyes as the sun glared through the massive floor to ceiling length windows. With the tip of my fingers I gently massaged my closed eyelids and slowly worked my way outwards trying to center and calm my mind. Waking up groggy and sluggish was typical so by now I knew what worked and what didn’t. Within a few minutes I was able to gain some focus and the first thing I noticed was Sway spread out in the middle of the bed and some chick that was a mutt curled up on the other side of him. I couldn’t tell what she was mixed with but with Miami girls most of the time you didn’t. I lifted the silk sheet off of me exposing my naked body. The crazy part was, I didn’t even remember taking off my clothes. I headed straight to the kitchen and opened the drawer to get my bottle of Adderral. I didn’t even bother getting a glass instead I grabbed the bottle of champagne to wash down my pill.
    This was like a routine that I never got tired of. If I needed something to wake me up and keep my adrenaline going all day, Adderral never let me down. It was like being on crack without smoking a pipe. It would even kill my hunger and make me forget to eat. But to keep up with the lifestyle Sway lived I had no choice. He popped pills to get up and some more to get down which didn’t include all the other recreational drugs he did, so all I was trying to do was keep up.
    “Hey, do you have something I can put