ThePerfectDance

Life is a joyous dance

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Chapter 2.

Anya 

New York 10:25 am

“Happy Birfday Mommy!!!”.My eyes fluttered open to see PJ standing on the side of my bed with a trey full of food in his hands. Sitting up quickly and taking it from his grip, I smiled picking him up and placing him beside me

“Thank you baby! Who helped you do this for me?”

“TeTe Karin”.

I smacked my teeth, rolling my eyes as she entered my room with a class of wine.

“Already bitch, it’s only 10 something”.

Shrugging her shoulders, she sat on the other side of my bed and got comfortable, turning the TV for PJ.

“I don’t give a shit if it’s 8 something. This how I get my mornings started”.

I laughed shaking my head and began eating the food. I have no damn Idea why I ever gave Karin crazy ass a key to the house, but she’s my best friend so I do appreciate her coming here and doing this for me. 

“Did ol’ boy from last night hit you up?”.

She questioned. I shrugged my shoulders, shoving a forkful of scrambled egg whites into my mouth. He was sweet and all, but my girls making nothing out of something. He look like the type of nigga to have dimes on the side. I ain’t even trying to get involved in that crazy mess.

“Girl do you know who he is? Matter fact did you see who he was having dinner with?”.

I laughed, shaking my head. Spoon feeding some of my food to PJ.

“No I didn’t. I wasn’t sweating him like that”.

“I wasn’t either, but it was clear as day. That was Chad something something”.

Busting out laughing, while holding my mouth a shook my head.

“Chad something something?”.

“Yes, his last name is like french or something. But he’s a producer. I know he writes music. He got a damn Grammy last year”.

I shrugged my shoulders. Still confused and unsure of who he was. To be honest, I’m not really int social media and all that. Only thing I have is Instagram but even still I don’t be all in folks business like Karin and Kimmie be.

“Okay, whatever to that. But he was literally having dinner with Jay-Z, Puffy, Justin Timberlake, Swizz Beatz and a few other people I can’t recall but know I’ve seen there faces before”.

Still unimpressed, I continued my food and watched her rant.

“I’m just not ready to jump into anything”.

I mumbled, taking a sip of the nicely blended fruit smoothie that Karin handed to me.

“Ok, who said you have to dive in. Just test the waters. Let your feet get wet. I know your afraid of stepping back into the dance of a relationship. But every nigga ain’t like T-R-E-N-T”.

I nodded, she was right. But I’m not rushing anything. I enjoy this life of my and my son. Whatever happens in the future happens. But I’m not rushing anything.

Chad

10:40 am

I sat on the couch on terrace of my penthouse, flipping through Anastasia’s Instagram. What kinda name is Anastasia for a black girl. I mean, I’ve never heard it, but to be real I liked it. It actually fit her.

“Yo yo!”.

 I looked back to see my brother Justin walk through the door. Dapping him up,he sat down on the chair across from me, going through his phone.

“So uh... what’s this I hear about you buying bottles for chicks?”.

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders. Trying not to go into conversation about last nights event’s with him. But knowing Justin he’s persistent, and a shoulder shrug ain’t gonna cease his questions .

“Come on bruh. What’s really good. The street’s have ears?”.

“You mean your pops be talking?”.

I spoke referring to his father Puffy. He laughed shrugging his shoulders then nodding.

“Yeah that too. So I just wanted to know wassup. She got friends? were her friends bad? Put me on homie”.

Exhaling and dropping my phone on my chest I sat up, throwing my arms across the back of the couch.

“Yeah, I bought baby girl and her home girls a bottle. Got up to talk to her, and come to find out it’s her birthday”.

Stopping in my tracks, I pulled out my phone and shot her a text. All morning I was trying to figure out how I was gonna text her and what I was gonna say. Well this was the perfect opportunity.

To: Anastasia Price

Happy Birthday Beautiful

Dropping my phone I smiled to myself and looked back up at Justin.

“Show me a picture of he”.

Smacking my teeth, I caught his phone that he tossed to me, typing in her Instagram account then handing it to him. I watched as he scrolled, looking back at me with a smile.

“Oh shit. She a baddie”

“Yeah I kn-”

He stopped me mid sentence.

“Hol’up Hol’up. She got a shorty dog”.

I nodded with a shrug.

“What you mean? Did she tell you?”.

I laughed shaking my head, looking down at my phone as it vibrated.

From: Anastasia Price

Thank you Mr. Chad. I appreciate it 

“No she didn’t tell me. We ain’t have a conversation like that”.

He nodded with a straight face.

“Oh so you wanna take care another nigga kid”.

I laughed, clicking her name and got myself ready to call her.

“Bruh it ain’t that serious. Who cares if she got a kid. Shut up!”.

I listened as the phone rung before she finally answered it.

Anya: Hello

Chad: Wassup. What you up too

Anya: Nothing, enjoying a birthday breakfast

Chad: Ah word. that’s wassup. But yo, I know it’s ya birthday and all of that. I was wondering you was was trying to spend the day on the yacht. Me, my homies, you, ya home girls.

Anya: I have a so-

Chad: I know, It’s straight. I’ll have my homeboy bring his sons.

Her end was silent for a moment, before she spoke again.

Anya: I don’t bring my son around just anybody.

Chad: Good thing I’m not just anybody. You met me last night.

I listened as she laughed lowly. 

Chad: Come on, enjoy ya birthday in style. we’ll show you an ya son a good time. If you don’t enjoy the day then you can leave and we ain’t gotta kick it no more. If you do, I get to continue the night with you, and treat you out to dinner.

I stood up, walking over to the glass banister and waited for her response. She let out a deep sigh before finally responding.

Anya: Ok. Deal

Chad: Aiight. So how about around 1 you meet me at Chelsea Piers?

Anya: Ok. See you then

Chad: Iight.

Hanging up I looked at a smiling Justin. I smirked, walking back over to the couch.

“I got a few errands too make”.

He nodded, standing up and pulling his keys from his pocket.

“Iight, roll with me. I’ll drive”.

Anya

12:20

Looking at myself in the mirror, I applied my clear lip gloss, flipping my hair over my shoulder then smiling at myself. Finally leaving my bathroom, I quickly walked into PJ’s room, proceeding to get him ready. I can’t believe I let Karin ass persuade me into saying yes to this. My initial plan today was just to kick it with PJ, go shopping,eat and have fun. But listening to her ass, I got persuaded. 

I was really nervous about going. And was ready to cancel, but what kind of female would I look like if I did that. He invited me and my girls and my son to enjoy his yacht with him and his peoples. He obviously is putting something nice together, so I won’t spoil the fun for everybody with my anti-social ass.

“Mommy, I wanna wear this one”.

I smacked my teeth as PJ held up a pair of thermal pants. He whined when I took them out his hand, causing me to give him a hard stare.

“PJ. you’re going to be swimming. you wannabe hot or swim”.

Poking his bottom lip out, still with a attitude, I ignored him and got him dressed.

“PJ... you better not show out today. You understand”.

He nodded, helping me as I pulled his swimming trunks up, then running to his dresser and grabbing the comb.

“You ready?”

Kimmie asked from the doorway of PJ’s room. Rolling my eyes I continued oiling PJ’s curls, then combing them to perfection.

“Girl, Chelsea is literally up the street from me. I ain’t rushing”.

“It ain’t up no damn street. Get yo ass up. PJ go get you water toys”.

Karin instructed. Signaling PJ to get up, I watched as he grabbed the book bag full of toys and a few clothes then walked out the room. Picking myself up from the floor, I walked out the room, grabbing my beach bag and keys and heading to the elevator. It was a silent ride down to the garage.

“If I didn’t know better. I’d say you was nervous”.

I laughed nervously and shook my head. 

“For what. He’s a regular nigga”.

Picking PJ up, we walked towards my car. I mean I wasn’t nervous, anxious but not nervous.

“I know you are and there’s no need to be. I mean there kinda is but then again there isn’t. Just enjoy ya self. Let loose”.

Rolling my eyes, I strapped PJ in his car seat. Stepping to the side, I allowed Karin to get into the backseat then waited as Kimmie got situated in the front.

“Ya’ll good?”.

“Yes, lets go”.

Karin blurted out. Turned up the music, I pulled out the garage and headed to the pier. 

1:20 pm

“I don’t see h- Oh shit there he is!. Oooh girl his friends fine as shit”.

Kimmie spoke lowly as we got out of the car. Trying to not look at Chad, I quickly got out and began helping PJ. I don’t know why I act so weird around guys. Maybe it’s because I haven’t been with one since before I had PJ. I’m just cautious because I’m not trying to get hurt again.

Turned around, I seen him and his friends approaching the four of us with Giant grins on their face. I tried smiling but I feel like I looked fake so I just stopped.

“Wassup?”.

Chad leaned in for a hug, forcing me to return the gesture. Almost hypnotized by his cologne I quickly pulled myself away, clearing my head.

“These my girls. Kimmie and Karin. And this is my son Phoenix”

“No PJ”

I laughed rolling my eyes. 

“My fault. PJ”.

I laughed rolling my eyes.

“Wassup lil man”.

Extending his hand out, I watched as PJ hesitate then finally high fived him then hid behind me.

“These my niggas. Justin and Chris”.

Kimmie and Karin smiled, walking ahead with the two. Leaving me behind with Chad. We all began walking towards the pier. My body tensed up as e draped his arm around my shoulder. Stopping in his tracks and stepping back he caused me too laugh with a confused looked plastered on his face.

“What?”.

“I can tell you tense. You not gonna have a good time if you can’t relax. You ain’t gotta stress out. Just enjoy yourself”.

Blowing air out my mouth I nodded. I watched as he smiled, throwing his arm back over my shoulder and looking over at PJ.

“That’s your twin”.

I smiled. First time I heard that, but it got me grinning from ear to ear and I can’t even front. Arriving at the yacht. I tried not to act like a  groupie. But inside I was burning to whoop and holler like Kimmie and Karin. Like I said, I’m wealthy but I’m not yacht rich yet.

“Thasss a big boat mommy”.

“I know baby. And you wanted to wear them hot ass pants”.

I laughed to myself, picking PJ up and following behind Chad as we boarded the boat. As soon as we got on, I was greeted with a bouquet of flowers and a cluster of balloons. My cheeks turned red with embarrassment.

Standing next to me Chad smiled, waiting for me to respond.

“Thank you... really. You didn't have to”.

“Smacking his lips, he waved me off.

“Please, Ain’t it ya birthday.. Let’s get this fucking party started”.

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Chapter 1

Anya

New York 9:10 pm

“Ana, what time do you plan on being back?”.

My mother questioned. I laughed, walking out of my closet and smiling at her.

“Why mother you have other plans”.

She chuckled lowly and shook her head.

“No, but you know PJ has always wakes up like its the afternoon, wanting to play and such and well I just be wanting my sleep”.

I laughed, shaking my head. If I didn’t know better, it sounded like she was trying to make other plans for the night. But I’ll leave well enough alone.

“I shouldn’t be back late. It’s just dinner with the ladies. Tomorrow is turn up night”.

She rolled her eyes, following me out my room into the living room.

“PJ, mommy about to go. Come gimme kisses”.

I stood with my purse on my arm, watching him slowly slid of the couch with his eyes glued to the TV. Smacking my teeth, I walked over to him scooping him in my arms and holding him in one arm.

“PJ....you gonna be good?”.

He nodded, bringing his cup to his lip. Still looking at the TV.

“He better be good. I still know how to use a switch”.

My mom mumbled. I laughed, attacking his face with kisses, causing him to erupt in laughter.

“You better use that potty too. No wet butt ok?”.

“Otay”

I laughed, pecking his lips once more and placing him on his feet. He just turned 3 and I’m trying to get this potty training thing down pack. He’ll go all day dry but once he go to sleep, it’s a wrap.

“Alright ya’ll, bye”.

I kissed my moms cheek, then rushed onto the elevator with my keys in hand. I watched it close then exhaled. I can’t believe tomorrow I was gonna be 24. I mean I can but damn, all this success at such a young age. I’m still overwhelmed by it all. Lord knows I ain’t rich, but I’m wealthy. I want from a New York Project building, to a dorm, to a Loft apartment overlooking the city that made me. I couldn’t be happier. Despite the fact that I’m a single mother and women, I’m still making it happen for me, my son and my mother.

Stepping into the parking garage I walked over to my car, cutting it on and calling Kimmie.

Kimmie: Bitch you on the way.

I laughed to myself shaking my head and pulling from under the building emerging onto the busy lower Manhattan road.

Anya: yes girl. I am I just had to get PJ ready for my mom to tolerate.

She laughed.

Kimmie: Iiight, well we here girl. You’ll see me parked.

Anya: Ok bye.

Hanging up the phone I zipped through the traffic. Turning up Beyonce’s ***Flawless 

Chad

New York 9:30 pm

I sat at the table full of gentle and business man, basking in the ambiance of success. Smiling, I stood to my feet, raising my glass of Ace in the air.

“Ayo... a toast. To success, prosperity and power”.

“Yeaaaahhh” 

They all rumbled causing my too laugh. Raising their glass, we then continued drinking and eating. A lot has been going good this year. I’ve been too busy to really celebrate it, but now that I am, I’m only celebrating it with those who helped me get here. Sean Combs, Shawn Carter, Kasseem Dean and Terius Nash, Justin Timberlake, Chris Martin, Rick Rubin and Nasir Jones. All these men played a role in my success and if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be where I am.

“So you know we’re here. And I think it’s appropriate for me to ask you to help me promote this Art Gallery that I’m opening in Brooklyn”.

Swizz spoke. I nodded, leaning over the table and dapping him up.

“No doubt no doubt. I got you”.

We all continued eating, talking and drinking. While in the midst of lift my glass, I noticed a group of 3 girls walk in and sit down. All of them were dope, but one girl, she had my eyes glued. She was mad pretty. For them to be in here, in the private section the had to have money. They was either educated and wealthy, or the girls of a baller, but I ain’t never seen them around. I was feeling confidant tonight so I mind as well take action instead of starring. 

Raising one hand in the air to signal the waiter, I patiently waited for her to come back, then leaned towards her ear once she did.

“Send the young lady there a bottle of Champagne Deutz”.

The waitress smiled, nodding her head and walking to the kitchen. I looked to the right of Justin, laughing as he starred at me.

“Wassup with that?”.

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

“Nothing, she’s just beautiful”.

He smiled, nodding his head and returning back to his conversation. I watched as the waitress walked to her table, speaking to her. I smiled, raising my finger lightly when she turned around. 

She smiled, nodding her head downward then turned back to the table.

“Excuse me ya’ll”.

Standing up, I walked over to her table and extended my hand in front of her.

“A special occasion?”.

“N-”

She began but her friend interrupted.

“Yes actually. Her birthday is tomorrow”.

She smacked her teeth at her friend. I laughed lowly raising my eyebrows.

“How old are you gonna. If you don;t mind me asking”.

She exhaled and relaxed her body, looking into my face.

“24″.

I nodded. Yeah she was young, but who gives a fuck. I wasn’t that old and anything is possible.

“Well. Happy 24th beautiful...how about I show you how to celebrate it tomorrow?”.

She laughed, shaking her head.

“No thank you”.

“awe come on. If you don’t enjoy yourself you can leave and I’ve leave you alone. No funny shit. A good time out”.

She exhaled, looking at her friends as they looked between me and her smiling.

“Okay”.

I handed her my phone and she did the same. Saving my number, I then took my phone from her and smiled.

“Ok Anastasia. I look forward too tomorrow”

Extending her hand, I leaned down kissing it then smiling at her friend.

“Ladies, enjoy the rest of your night”.