Busta walked over to shake Ivan’s hand again.

“Ay, yo, we out, dude. We about to go find something to eat. What are you getting into tonight?”

Ivan answered, “I’m about to get into bed, man. It’s been a long day and night for me. I’m just happy everything went well tonight.”

Busta joked, “Oh, yeah, how many you getting into the bed with? Because I know you a ladykiller out here. You throwing the big parties, looking good, got all the nice young ladies coming out, the fly website popping off, diamond stud up in your ear, a beautiful partner.”

He said, “Oh, I know you doing it well out here. You ain’t even gotta tell me.”

Ivan laughed at Busta Rhymes’s assessment of him in his customized rapid-fire tongue, while Lucina walked out of the club in front of Eve and her girls.

Ivan quickly changed the subject. He said, “Hey, man, I meant to tell you, that ‘Truck Volume’ song on your last album was an inspiration to my hustle. ‘Truck shit now/…Turn my music up/…Truck volume…’” Ivan chanted to him.

Busta laughed. He said, “Oh, shit, let me find out you been studying the album.”

“Yeah, I got it. I had that song on replay. But y’all have a good time in San Diego and get your eat on. This was a good money event,” Ivan told him.

Busta and his guys had room left in every vehicle for a couple of girls to climb in, while other girls followed in their cars. But none of them were Lucina’s girls.

When the limo pulled up afterward for Ivan, Lucina, and Eve, Maya was there to join them.

Lucina said, “Since Ivan is so tired already, we can make this an all-girls night out now.”

Eve nodded and said, “That’s cool. You had a lot of cool girls in there tonight.”

“And I’ll have the ones you pointed out for modeling Fetish, too,” Lucina told her.

That was all fine with Ivan. He was getting off the hook easy to enjoy his own night. So they dropped him off at his apartment building right before his cell phone went off.

He smiled and told himself, “Perfect timing.”

But when he looked down at the number, it was Christina calling him instead of Ashley.

“What the hell?” he asked himself as he walked inside the lobby.

“Good evening, Mr. David,” the night security guard greeted him.

“Hey, have a good night, man,” Ivan responded.

He didn’t answer Chris’s call until he made it into the elevator.

“Hello.”

“Is your party over with? I know it shuts down at two o’clock.”

Ivan said, “Yeah, but now everybody wants to go out and eat and everything. I’m just taking the cash boxes home. But where were you?”