Page 38 of Platinum Pressure

The passion.

The pain.

I wanted to wake up with her in my arms, but reality was cruel sometimes. I kissed her until my head spun, and my heart ached.

When her hands pressed into my chest, I knew my moment was over. As our lips parted, my heart pounded. Neither of us said another word to each other as I walked out the door and headed down the hall to the guestroom.

The next morning, I expected to be woken up as I always did to Meadow’s morning playlist—the sun beaming through the curtains, and her laughter with Chef or Laurie, depending on who was around when she started her day.

Instead, silence greeted me. It was almost noon, and no one had come in to check on me. I sat up in bed and checked my phone. No missed calls or texts from Meadow. However, there were several messages from the crew.

Gang nem

Lay Low:

Y’all alive?

Eddie:

Hell yeah.

I got this girl making me fish and grits right now nigga. Shit was a movie last night. Aye P, tell Meadow she goated for the assist last night.

Lay Low:

Niggaaaaa! Evie had a nigga seeing stars. I can’t even lie dawg, she is signing that NDA so I can keep her around fa sho. Can’t be too careful with these girls yk?

Eddie:

we on the same timing, my brudda. Aida cool as hell and down for a lot of shit.

Lay Low:

Bro. Shit was crazy. Me and Evie finna get chicken and waffles before I take her home. We are planning another link soon.

Eddie:

P must ain’t get no ass last night. Nigga ain’t said shit all morning.

Lay Low:

or Meadow put that ass on him and got him slumped this morning.

Sed:

Whatever he did last night made Meadow quit this morning.

Eddie:

????

Lay Low:

??????

Instead of continuing to read the thread or reply in the chat, I tapped Seddrick’s contact and put the phone up to my ear. It rang a few times before the call connected.

“What’s up?”