Chapters (37)
“Now you owe me,” Christina told Ivan.
“And Chip owes me,” Ivan joked.
“I have nothing to do with that,” Chris argued.
Finally, Ivan pulled her aside. He said, “Chris, you asked for it, but I got a lot of shit going on in here. I got my brother running around, Nelly Furtado and Timbaland to cater to, the crowd, my money…” He stopped himself short and said, “Look, come with me for a minute.”
He led her to the bathroom area and pulled out the key to his apartment.
He asked her, “Remember you talked about waiting up for me in my bed?”
She said, “Of course.”
“All right, go do that. And let the security know that I gave you the key. All right?”
Chris smiled at him. “All right.”
When Ivan made it back to the VIP area alone, Lucina pulled him aside and told him, “Your brother was trying to hit on Nelly. Can you talk to him about that?”
Ivan said, “What, she complained about it? And you didn’t tell him yourself?”
Lucina shook her head. She said, “He’s a little too much to handle. And I don’t have the energy right now. So you handle it.”
Ivan took a deep breath and thought, This is gonna be a long-ass night.
He walked over to his brother, who was serving the two friends more drinks.
“Oh, can we take that picture now?” they asked Ivan.
Derrick beat his brother to the punch. “With clothes on or off?”
They laughed and responded, “Whatever,” with their new drinks in hand.
Ivan pulled his brother aside and asked him, “What the hell are you doing, man? Is that what you wanted the hotel room for?”
Derrick said, “I’m a grown-ass man, Ivan. And I’m having a good time in here. What do you think I’m doing?”
“I think you already got three sons from three different women, that’s what I think,” Ivan snapped at him.
“Yeah, and my sons are all nearly teenagers now. So what are you saying? I don’t get every girl pregnant. If that was the case, I’d have a hundred kids.”
Ivan said, “And you’re trying to holler at Nelly, too?”
Derrick chuckled. “Aw, man, I just said a few things to her to see where her head was at, that’s all.”
Ivan shook it off. He said, “Sometimes you gotta stop and think about how that shit’s gonna reflect on me, man. Just for a fucking minute.”
Derrick ignored it and said, “Look, are you gonna take pictures with these girls or what? They called you ‘Mr. Likable’ or some shit like that. And they came out here just to see you. So you can’t let these girls down, man.”
Ivan told his brother, “Don’t embarrass yourself with them tonight, D. Let it go.” And he walked away from him.