Sweatin' me, hoes be sweatin' me
Sweatin' me, hoes be sweatin' me
Fact Iz, why they sweatin me
We da best, fuck all da rest
Count my stack, nigga, who richer than dat?
Got my girl, yo girl, his girl, sucking on me
Check the bling, on my ring, respect ain't a thing
Rhymin' to dat beat, Spitfire brought dat heat

"So let me get this straight? You asked Ginger Hollands to be your maid of honor and you've only known that bitch less than a year? But you got Fayme...and your twin sister-"

"Rena, it's not like that. I just connected with Ginger, like we're old friends. Plus, she's like Icee's family, so she's there for us both," Kitty explained to Sarena while she was at the Kelly family home getting last-minute adjustments on her Grammy outfit. "Besides, all my sisters and Fayme will be in the wedding."

"You don't have to put me in the bridal party. You know I'm good on the sideline," Sarena mumbled but was happy when she asked her to be matron of honor.

"Big Sis, you know you lying," Krystle said as she worked on the hem of the dress. "Wedding of the year, of the decade...hell of the millennium, and it's your sister. You get a front row on the madness, take it."

"So you're not mad you're not maid of honor?" Sarena asked.

"Why? I know Kit's my best friend, I don't need a damn title for a day to say that," Krystle said.

"And Fayme hates the spotlight," Kitty added.

"All I care is, Icee got Tempo as a groomsman right? Match me up with that sexy man, sis. You owe me that shit."

"Got it," Kitty said and smiled. "Sarena any celeb you would like to be paired with? Any of the Facts or-"

"T-Zack," she said without hesitation.

"Okay, don't make his wife jealous," Krystle said.

"Whaaat?" Sarena said, sipping her drink. "You do know my husband will snatch a guy senseless they even look at me wrong. It ain't like that."

"Anyway, he's Icee's best man, so next?"

"Hmmm, is Drake in the bridal party?" Sarena asked.

"Girl! No!"

Sarena waved her away. "Then whoever."

Krystle finished the dress and Kitty started to take it off right there.

"Kryssy, you finished lil sis' dress?" Sarena asked.

"What there was to it. Two inches of fabric and a paper clip. She trying to outdo J-Lo and Lil Kim combined."

They laughed but Kitty saw the dress...or outfit...or whatever it was that Krystle "made" for Tennille. Just enough material to cover the nipples on her breast and the womanly parts of her body, the rest of the material was a netting material that showed everything. She was going to make a splash in that outfit.

"Once we get past Grammy night, or week, because Icee will be celebrating all week, then time should go quickly. I will be Mrs. Kitrina Curtis," she said with a smile, slipping on sweats.

"Hold up!" Sarena said. "You changing your last name?"

"And why not?"

"Cuz damn, I didn't think you would," Sarena said.

She shrugged. "I don't care. It's just a name."

"You can hyphenate like Sarena. Keep your damn name," Krystle said.

"Kitrina Kelly-Curtis? Hmmm."

Icee had a record of thirteen nominations for the Grammys. That was in part because Fact Iz had released their fourth album early last year and Icee had released his later in the same year. There were five nominations for the group, and eight nominations for Icee's solo album. To say he was on cloud nine was an understatement. As cocky as Icee already was, that just made his ego out of the stratosphere.

Icee and the guys were going to be in L.A. for nearly two weeks doing pre-show events and rehearsals. Icee was performing with the group as well as solo. Kitty did not care to be there for all the pre-partying but she was going to catch all the after partying she could.

She was not as nervous about attending her second Grammys. She knew how to mingle with the celebrities now because she had gotten to know a lot of them going to other award shows and events with Icees. The MTV awards, AMAs, BET awards, she had done them all with Icee. Grammy's just happened to be the biggest deal of them all.

"I need yo sexy ass here with me. Now!" Icee said while they FaceTimed the night before she was to fly out.

"Love you and miss you too."

"Naa Kitty, bring yo ass! You missing all the fun. Yo girl Gin been kicking it with us and she miss you too."

"Oh, I plan on kicking it with my girl too."

"I got you some more ice to wear for the big night."

She rolled her eyes. "Ice, I have like, enough diamonds to set up my own jewelry store. This ring alone can send the whole Kickapoo senior class to college."

"Kit, you gotta shine with me baby, shine! Ice out from head to toe. And it's gonna be our tradition, I get you mo ice Grammy day."

"No! How about you take that money and donate it to an HBCU, or low-income kids that can't afford college. I'm warning you Ice, no more ice."

"But baby, I just wanna spoil you. I have it, I wanna give it to you."

"Icee, your money never impressed me! It was you. You keep saying you don't want all this fame to change me, stop trying to change me buying me diamonds I don't need. That's part of your persona, I get it. Icee has to be iced out. But I'm over it. I love you, without the ice. I love Isaac Curtis."

"Damn baby, you flexed hard, I might cry and shit."

She laughed. "Boy, stop playing. Now let me get some sleep I have an early flight tomorrow. I will see you then."

"Wait Kit, baby, I know I'm super stoked about all the success this solo album has gotten, but baby, you know you deserve all the accolades. It was you that suggested I sing. It was you that suggested I record "Err'Thang About Ya," when I doubted it. It was you that helped with each and every song to make this a multi-platinum success. Every single song is about this lil country girl that made me fall hard and fast in love with her."

Now she was crying.

"Kitty, thanks for loving my wild ass. When you get here, we partying up big time. And Imma still spoil yo ass, without the diamonds. Love you baby."

"Love you too."

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Icee was on top of the world. He thought last year's Grammy successes were a big deal. Fact Iz went five for five in some of the most competitive categories that year. This year was the same. The competition was fierce in every category. He was even nominated twice in one category, Song of the Year for Fact Iz "Sweatin' Me" and his duet with Ginger "Err'Thang About Ya." If he lost that one, something was not right with the world.

He was nominated in all the four coveted awards. Song of the Year, Record of The Year, Album of the year, and he was qualified for New Artist of the Year. That shocked him because Fact Iz won that their first time out and here he was eligible and nominated again. Only two people were nominated twice in that category, and neither of them won both.

He did not care if he won one single one, though he knew that was not going to be the case, as long as he had Kitty there celebrating with him. These were the best days of his life and he owed it all to her. Sure, Fact Iz threw a pre-Grammy party every night the week before. Sure, he partied it up, no drinking, smoking, or sex, but he still kicked it. He had his family with him. T-Zack was his best friend. TA and AKA his cousins. Freezy like a big brother to him. Spitfire partied every night with them because he was responsible for most of their hits. And even Ginger kicked it with them at some of the parties, although, he had a sneaky suspicion she was trying to push up on his boy Tempo.

"When my girl getting here so I can hang with her and not all y'all loud mouth asses," Ginger said, smoking on a blunt.

"Tomorrow sometime. She gonna stay and party later in the week."

"I gotta stick with her and not these fake Hollywood bitches."

"Chick, you better not corrupt my girl. Y'all be chilling together too much. Next thing I know, she gonna be drinking, smoking and cussing like yo lil ass."

"Nigga! You used to drank, cuss, smoke with me too," she said, trying to pass the blunt. "She got yo ass whipped."

"You need to get yo ass whipped," he said, pushing the blunt away. "When yo ass gonna calm down with all this wilding out shit?"

"Never! I'm only twenty-five, I have the rest of my life."

"If Craig was here-"

"Why you gotta bring him into this, Isaac!" She puffed hard on her blunt. "You know I don't like talking about that shit, so cut it out. Let Craig rest in peace."

Icee just shook his head. Ginger and his bro had a complicated relationship back in the day. He did not know all of it, but he knew it was fucked up. His writing songs about her and shit, like he wrote about Kitty, was all he needed to know about where his brother's head was at. It had been four years, Ginger still was not over him.

"You still kick it with Tempo?"

"Now you up in my business!" Ginger got up and walked away.

He needed a drink. Not that he gave up drinking, he just cut it down significantly. He needed his head clear this week and drinking would get him too lit. He ordered a coke at the bar.

"I know you putting some Hen in that."

He turned to see Bonnie slink next to him, looking like the cover of a magazine.

"Hey, baby girl, what's up with you. Never miss an L.A. party, huh? That's still you."

"This is my city," she said, smiling at him. "I want to celebrate your success too."

"Cool," he said, sipping his coke.

Bonnie laughed. "Boo, you really ain't putting shit in that drink? What the hell? You need some Patron, some Ciroc, some-"

"I'm straight. What you up to?"

"Missing you like crazy."

"Come on Bon, we gotta go through this shit again? I've moved on. I'm about to get married."

"You ain't married yet," Bonnie said, moving even closer to him. She kissed his neck. "I'm horny and my panties dripping for you. One last fuck, ain't nobody gotta know but me and you."

She slid her hand down to the front of his pants and his dick got hard in an instant. This shit was wrong. If Kitty was here, this shit wouldn't go down like this. But Kitty was not here.

A/N: Y'all I write this and still be mad at my characters. Icee too cool with Bonnie and not putting her in her place. She outta line and he just stringing her along. He engaged, calling Kitty his wife already and now...