Bad By Myself ✔️

6. My Little Secret

Did anybody see ya, coming to my house last night?
When I got your message in my beeper,
That you wanna do everything I like
Alright, alright.
I like being in the same room with you and your girlfriend,
The fact that she don't know (she don't know)
That really turns me on.
She'll never guess in a million years
That we got this thing going on.
-Xscape

Back in Atlanta, the movers already brought all Ginger's things to her new condo. The place was partially furnished but she had a decorator fully furnish it to her liking. Ginger now felt all grown-up when she used her key to go into her place for the first time.

"I earned this!" She walked around the spacious three-bedroom condo. One of the bedrooms was going to be converted to a closet slash dressing room. She had too many fabulous things for just the walk-in closet the place had.

She went into the kitchen and was glad it was fully stocked with appliances and the basics in food. Not that she cooked. She grabbed a bottle of water and opened it, taking a sip.

"Ugh! Why do I actually miss M'Liyah and even Pam!" she said out loud.

This was the first time in all her life she would be living alone. Ever since she could remember, living from foster home to foster home, there was always plenty of people around. She had never met her birth mother, but she heard she was a crack head and they took custody of her when she was a baby. So technically, she was a crack baby, though she did not show signs that she had any struggles because of it.

One day, she wondered if she would ever meet her mother. She had to know who she was and that she was successful now. She wanted to meet her just so she could rub it in her face.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through it. She had to find somebody to keep her company. She thought about Spitfire, but she was still mad at him. She thought about Deonte, but she was glad she dumped him.

She remembered she got Cra-C's number, so maybe she would hit him up.

"Zup, who dis?"

"Damn, that's how you answer the phone when I call?"

"Hey Gin Gin."

"You already giving me nicknames," she said with a smile.

"I mean, you the big-time celebrity, I'm just trying to be in yo world," he said. "What you up to?"

"Nothing. Just bored. Where are you?"

"At da crib, chillin."

"In Springfield?"

"That's where I lay my head."

"I thought you guys were working on your album, and Spitfire is here...in the A, so I thought..."

"We'll be out there next week to do some things, shorty. What, you wanna hook up?"

"Yes, I wanna see you...I mean, unless you got fifty eleven other hot sexy singers like me hittin' you up and I'm just one of many-"

"You play yo cards right shorty, you could be da winner," he said.

"A'ight, bet. So I will see you when you hit up the A."

Well hell! Cra-C wasn't gonna be around all week? Like a simp, she called Spitfire.

"Zup baby," he answered.

"So I'm still your baby?"

"I told you, you gonna always be my baby. Can I come see you? I heard you got your own place now."