Music is Love: vol 3 – DREAM CHASERS (teaser)

“It was a pleasure having you on board, Dreamz,” the flirty light-skinned flight attendant said as I pulled my backpack and Chase’s carryon suitcase out of the overhead compartment. “Thank you for choosing Delta.””
Chase got out of her seat and slid between me and the flight attendant. “You’re welcome,” Chase said pointedly.
All I could do was snicker. Thankfully, Chase didn’t say anything else to any of the overly polite attendants. Being my woman must be hard as hell since it seems like other women lose all sense of boundaries around celebrities. You have to be pretty damn cold and your common sense must take a leave of absence to blatantly flirt with a man with his woman sitting right next to him. Groupie behavior wasn’t something I expected Chase to get used to, but I don’t know how she planned on dealing with it. Chase struggled to keep up with my long strides down the jetway. I wanted to get onto the crowded concourse in the Atlanta airport as quickly as possible. Without my sister, brother, and three security guards, it was usually easy to blend into most crowds. Most people were hurrying to catch a flight, not scoping out celebs in the airport.
“The hell?” Chase gasped when we exited the gate. Her eyes widened in amazement. Atlanta’s airport can invoke that kind of response in someone who’d never seen it before. The last time we flew out of Atlanta, we flew out of a different part of the airport where the private jets took off.
I hate Hartsfield-Jackson airport with a passion. It’s too damn big to be as inefficient and disorganized as it is. This airport was the main reason we got a private plane. Too many missed flights going through TSA and hardly any security to keep the crowd at bay made Sony fork over those dollars.
“Can you please slow down?” Chase whined. “My legs aren’t as long as yours.”
“You want me to carry you on my back?”
Chase smiled. I could tell she wanted to say yes. Her miniature self was always jumping on my back at home but being in public stopped her.
“I’m not a baby.”
“You’re my baby.”
I pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. She was already starting to blush. Something about that flush of red was so inviting and cute, and I leaned down and kissed her lips.
“You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, even when you don’t say it.”
When we started walking again, I was sure that Chase noticed the people who were looking at us, trying to figure out if we were actually Chase and Dreamz; they did it on the train to baggage claim too. We were smart enough not to check any luggage because I have an apartment here with a closet full of clothes and I can buy whatever Chase needs or wants, but that was the only exit out of the public part of the airport that I knew about.
Walking through baggage claim, we were definitely noticed by a group of girls waiting on their bags. Their screams alerted others so we had no choice but to stand there and take pictures.
“Ooh Dreamz, you are so fine!” I heard a girl say boldly and turned to see who it was. “I shoulda been your baby mama instead of Blue. That stripper ho is crazy as hell!”
“Keyona!” her friend shouted. “I know you didn’t just say that to him!”
“What? It’s true. I could be a better baby mama than any one of them strippers and reality show hoes. Please believe me!”
Chase’s jaw dropped, but I already warned her that women often be out of order when they see me. I guess knowing that chicks would be disrespectful and seeing it up close and personal were two different things. Chase moved in front of me and glared at the girl. The mild-mannered Chase that was usually so laid back was replaced with the Chase I saw when Sasha threw a beer bottle at her.
“I know you see me standing here so you gotta be on some other shit for you to be so disrespectful. You might want to apologize.”
“Apologize to who?” The girl wrinkled her face and snickered. “You? What for? You ain’t nobody.”
“What for? Oh. Okay.”
Chase smoothly draped her purse over the handle of her suitcase. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself, but you should apologize so you don’t get your ass beat in the middle of this airport by a reality show ho. Or don’t; it’s on you. I have bail money.” She put her hands up and rolled her neck. “What’s good?”
I grabbed Chase before she could swing on the girl. There were already phones pointed at us recording the situation. There was no way in hell I was going to let Chase fight some groupie on Instagram Live and Snapchat.
“No! We’re not about to do this, baby. Let’s go.”
Smugly, Chase wrapped her arm around my waist and let me lead her towards the exit. She smirked coyly at the group of women, but I knew that her smirk was just for show. She was heated!
“Fuck that bad body bitch!” the shit-talker yelled at Chase’s back. “Walking around with no ass and titties looking like a lil boy.
Chase’s spin move would have put the best NBA player to shame. She spun out of my grasp and was at the girl’s neck before I could grab her. Some dude I didn’t even know scooped her about two feet in the air before she could land a punch, but not before she’d yanked the wig off the girl’s head. Instead of swinging, Keyona grabbed at her head, trying not to show her jail braids to an airport full of travelers with camera phones.
“Secure your wig, ho! Don’t you know that?” Chase hollered. “I don’t know who you hoes think I am, but you don’t want these types of problems. Atlanta ain’t that fuckin’ big, bitch!”
The dude holding Chase looked at me, wondering if he should let her go. I just shook my head and grabbed my girl from his arms and pushed her towards the exit doors as quickly as I could before the police came running over to see what the commotion was.
Kareem was leaning against the door of my Maserati waiting for us. He had no idea what just happened inside and was caught off guard when I threw open the front passenger door and pushed Chase inside. I threw the bags in the backseat.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I growled. “This is some bullshit.”
Kareem tossed me the keys and hopped quickly into the backseat. People were still staring at us and snapping pictures as I peeled out before he could even close the door. Chase rolled down her window and threw the wig out.

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