Boss Babe Enterprise

Reported by ATL Daily.


My day usually starts well before the sunrise with an impromptu phone call to interrupt what little sleep I do get. 





I yanked my sleep mask up from one eye, listening to the basic ringtone in the dark room before groaning. 


If I answer this call, there’s no turning back. I already know what it's about and–––





Wednesday morning. Sun isn’t even up but here I am. 



“Aye Cole, you know I hate bothering you but this nigga isn’t budging...You know how he gets after a show.”

“It’s my only night off Alex, my only night off–––”

“Where the fuck is Nicole at, bruh?!” I heard David yell out in the background, “where is she?! She out there….fucking with somebody else?! That’s my bitch! That’s mine!”

“He over did it this time. I told Ian not to let him touch the shit, but–––”

“Say no more,” I groaned, pulling myself out of the bed, “I’m on my way. Keep him close to a toilet. Maybe by the time I get there, he’ll be done throwing up.” 


After the interrupting phone call on a day I’m supposed to be off, I usually got myself together with my outfits already planned. I made space in my apartment in the spare bedroom for my client who just happened to be an up and coming rapper named David Godfrey. Stage name, Davi Jones or DJ as I called him. The job paid well but when your client was on every pill, drug, powder, whatever known to mankind on any given day, it made my job that more difficult. 


God, it wasn’t even 4 in the morning yet. Clubs were probably winding down with whatever straggler was left. I pulled out of the parking garage, waving to the attendant who I was certain had a crush on me. 


“You heading out this early?” Rahmel asked as I pulled up to the glass box where he stood in his black uniform and smiled down at me. He hasn’t asked me out but the look was always there like he wanted to, and I would have said yes...if he just asked me out already. 

“Yeah, I gotta pick DJ up,” I said, searching for my key card, “I was supposed to be off but you know…” fingering my soft fro back as the curls bounced back in place. “My job is never done.”

“I bet,” he said, checking the system like I didn’t live here, he was stalling for time. Cute. “You got plans this weekend?” 

“I probably do,” I answered truthfully before recovering, “but I always know how to schedule and make room for something...never goes as planned so I’m open...Why?”


He handed the card back to me and smiled. 


“I’ll ask you when you get back.”


We both grinned as the security bar rose up and I pushed through into the early night. 


Then comes the impromptu phone conference about the state of Davi Jones where somehow I was taking on the weight of this man. 


“Can you get DJ in the studio for his session by 9?” Ian asked as I slammed my hand on the wheel with frustration. 

“Why is it always me? Huh?! Why can’t you self proclaimed homeboys help him out for once?! Why does his shit always fall back on me and whether I can get him to act like a decent human being for once?!”

“Nicole, this isn’t the time. You know he’s at the turning point in his career–––”

“And I’ve told you countless times he needs help! He’s always needed help, therapy and so much gah damn more but yall steady push him!”

“Who is yall?” Amber asked as she spoke into the phone. “I told Ian I was sick of this...You know how many times I have to pay the damn blogs off or these birds that sneak into the car with him, or find their way into his hotel room trying to dig up dirt on him? I’m sick of it too–––”

“Oh please, I  bet you wish you were one of those girls–––”

“Ladies?!” Ian snapped angrily, “now isn’t the time! Can somebody just grab DJ before he self destructs?! We’ll figure out everything else when we get him sober for the morning. Right now, just get him Nicole before he does something stupid. He barely held it together at the club. Why didn’t you come? You’re the only one that can reel him in–––”

“Because I want to have a life too! My entire life has been wrapped around this man! Since we were children! I didn’t even ask to be his assistant!”

“Well trust me, we’ve been trying to find someone to replace you but….”

“Replace me? Since when?”

“This is a pointless conversation. I’m going back to bed,” Amber said as she hung up. 

“Can you just grab him and we’ll talk about this another time? Please? Have him at the studio cleaned up by 9. I know you’re not my assistant but it's a known rule that you’re the only one to get to him. You’re his soft spot, his weakness so just…”


I sighed as I made a turn towards the packed club further down the street. 


“I’m almost there…”



He hung up without so much as a thank you as I turned into the parking lot of the club. Everyone was still here and I could already smell the burnt wings, the old blunts, and alcohol lingering in the air. I could see familiar security as I walked in through the backway, being led straight towards the stage as the rest of the club continued on like church wasn’t in a few hours. I was the only one dressed in joggers, a concert shirt with DJ’s shirtless face on it, screaming into the mic from one of his hits songs and slides as I gripped my car keys tighter and turned the corner, ignoring the stares. I wasn’t worried. Part of this job meant I was protected by his entourage just as much as he was. Part of this job also meant that I had to pick up his mess whenever he made it like tonight. He was leaned over the railing with double cups in his hand, eyes barely there as I watched phones from all over record his high state. His dark complexion glistened with sweat, and the heavy gold chains around his neck and wrist looked to weigh him down as his head wavered from side to side. One blunt propped between his fingers holding the cup, he stood up right, almost falling back just as I stepped forward. 


“DJ?!” I yelled over the music, “DJ?!”


His eyes were blank, spaced out as I gripped his arm to keep him steady. 


“Gang gang in this bitch…” He muttered, lyrics to his song that played throughout the club as he swayed, and threw up his sign, prompting everyone around him to stand at attention. From the blue durag hanging over his fade to the bandana hanging out of his pack pockets, he yanked his lower lip down, exposing the gold grills to me before laughing as I grabbed his arm. 

“It’s time to go–––”

“Where the fuck you was at? Huh?” he demanded. “Huh? Where was you Cole?”

“I had a day off like you told me to–––”

“Nah, never a day off from me though,” he slurred as his security began to move with us. “You was with somebody else?”

“Please, stop recording!” I yelled out to the anxious girls waiting for him to pass by, I held my hand up while protectively keeping in front of DJ, “stop recording! Nothing to see here!”

“You was with somebody else? Why you not answering me?” he demanded, coming up behind me with his drink spilling all over the place with each step.

“Because I don’t have to answer you, DJ! It’s none of your business–––”

“Since when is this not my business–––”


I gasped, feeling his arm wrap around my waist before his hand aggressively slipped into the sweats to grab between my legs. I turned around just as he backed away with a laugh while holding that same hand in the air with surrender. 


“Oh you must of forgot!” he laughed with a nasty tone, “you forgot–––”

“I didn’t forget shit!” I yelled. “Don’t you ever put your–––”

“Aye, aye! Not here! Not here, Cole!” Joe yelled, pulling the two of us apart, “we ain’t called you for that! Just get him out of here!” 


You couldn’t get us out the club and into the car fast enough when I laid the hardest slap against DJ’s face to the point where the cup officially spilled out of his hands and onto my seat. 


“Aye!? Shit! D––DJ?! Don’t–––!” Joe screamed, trying to hold him back as he grabbed my arm in a drugged out rage. “NICOLE?!”

“Did you not see the way he grabbed me?!” I argued as they strapped his high ass in the back seat. “Why does no one ever see what he does to me?!”

“You know how he gets–––”

“So you ashamed we fucked?!” he spat with a harsh laugh while having the nerve to look hurt, “you ashamed of me? Is that it?”

“DJ that was….” looking around at his entourage who had no idea of our past, “that was years ago,” I hissed, beyond embarrassed. “Why are you bringing that up–––”

“We be fucking in my head though,” he slurred, grabbing himself as I shook my head, “but you too busy tryna move on from me–––”

“DJ...we were sixteen years old when that happened. You need to–––”

“You were my first,” he let out just as Joe closed the door. I could tell he wasn’t trying to look at me but I sighed. 

“He wasn’t trying to leave the club without you,” was all he said. “You know I don’t like getting in his business, I just do my job and that’s it but–––”

“But what?” I snapped. 

“That man is in love with you, anybody with eyes can see that,” he said as DJ proceeded to bang on the window, screaming out at me, “as many girls as I’ve seen him run through...he’s always asking where you are by the end of it.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” I asked as Joe’s mouth fell open before closing shut, “Let me tell you what’s going to happen….He’s going to continue his rant until he passes out...wake up briefly and ask what happened as if he doesn’t remember...then have me go out and find the easiest girl for him to hang with for the week before tossing her aside and doing it all over again. My job was supposed to protect him, keep him healthy with an organized life, and make sure he’s living out his dream. Not find random girls, getting sexually harassed, almost shot at damn sure isn’t to get phone calls on my day off about him not wanting to walk out of a club without me. You all need to do a better job of controlling him instead of putting me through this...this embarrassment! I shouldn’t be out here fighting him and now you’re in my face telling me he’s in love with me? Please!” I spat. “He barely loves himself. Now, I’m not doing this anymore,” I said to each and everyone of his security detail, “either put him in rehab or I’m done. I’m not going to be a part of his downfall any longer and you can tell Ian that too. I don’t get paid nearly enough to put up with this.”


With that, I walked off, trying to control my own emotions as I sat back down in my car, releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

They weren’t going to do it. They were going to continue to rape him of any money, attention, and success until he was no longer living. I’ve done what I could do and if his family doesn’t care, I refuse to place that guilt on my shoulders. I started to pull off when Joe stopped me, waving for my attention as I watched DJ’s limp frame get out on his own and stumble towards my car. 

“NO! NO!” I hollered, rolling the window down, “I’m not–––”

“You know damn well we can’t control him and what he does!”


The back door opened as DJ shoved himself into the back seat, laying down as he sat up to close the door before sighing. All I could hear was the chains coming off, rubbing of his nose, and his sneakers being kicked off to the floor. I looked back seeing he had his eyes closed, durag gone and his tattoos on his backside tried to peek through when he opened one eye. 


“I’m sorry,” he muttered, finally sounding in his right mind. “I’on know what just happened but I know I fucked up with I’m sorry. Just take me home. I’on wanna be around them niggas right now.”


I gripped the wheel with agitation as he reached in his pockets and pulled out a thick wad of money stacked together by a rubberband. He tossed it towards me, almost hitting my face before turning over on his back side altogether. 


“I don’t want your damn money!”

“I ain’t giving you that shit Cole,” he mumbled, eyes squeezing tight, “just wanted the shit out of my pockets.” 


He was still very much under the influence but he was trying, I could see the effort in trying to concentrate as I turned back and focused on pulling out of the parking lot. So much for my speech and standing up for myself in these fucked up work conditions. 


“Why did you bring up us having sex?” I questioned. 

“I said that?” he asked, lying through his teeth, he knows exactly what he said. “I’on remember that…”

“Yeah well you did, in front of everyone and now nobody is going to take me seriously when it comes to you.”

“Fuck em den…” 


Total opposite of the hyper, overactive rapper most see in the public, he was normally quiet and kept to himself when he became comfortable with someone like now. 


“One day DJ,” I said with a shake of my head, “I’m going to want to venture out and start my own business...maybe go back to a little...then settle down and get married...Even kids...I’m not going to always be there for you and I refuse to feel guilty for that. You need help. I want you to get–––”

“Just drive for me,” was all he said, “I’ll get right on my own, but right now? I just need you to drive me back to the crib.”


I started to say something until I heard a female voice pick up the phone like she was in the middle of sleeping. 


“Where you at baby?” he asked. 

“Nah uh DJ,” Ava let out, one of the more popular IG models he was connected with, “don’t call me like you–––”

“Baby I’m sorry….just tell me you at the crib right now…”

“I am,” sucking her teeth, “I’ve been waiting on you but you so fucking busy–––”

“Tryna get this money for us...I’ll be over there. Just stay up for me aight? I love you…”

“Hmmph,” she huffed as I took a deep swallow, hearing him say I love you after hearing what Joe said left a bad taste in my mouth, 

“I know you fucking heard me...I said I love you.”

“I love you too, DJ. Just hurry up and come home.”


Soon as he hung up, I sat at a redlight, sitting in my silence. 


“I need you to pick up some breakfast for me and can be anywhere,” tossing another band at me, “and some coffee…”

“Fine,” I muttered, watching the sun begin to rise just up ahead. 


One day soon, I was going to leave. I always told myself that I was going to break away from him, and do my own thing. It’s time I get that into motion because I can’t keep doing this...I can’t work like this anymore. 


“That man is in love with you...anybody with eyes can see that…”


I shook the thought of my head and decided to be done with it. Emotionally, physically, and mentally David Jones Godfrey was taking a toll on me.