Get cra-zee, it's time to have some fun
Get cra-zee, pull up, drank, have some fun
With Cra-C, you know da only one
Fly mu'fucka wit da cra-zee flow
Fuck it, smoke it, choke it, on da low
Get up and get cra-zee
We lit, get up and party wit Cra-C

After her crazy weekend with Icee, she went back to her life as if nothing changed. She worked with her clients every day, she hung out with her sisters, and she continued to spend time working on herself. She did not want to become so obsessed with every little thing Icee and the Facts could be doing, so she went on a social media hiatus. No Instagram, Snapchat, or TikTok, not even for her business. Most of her clients did not follow her social media accounts anyway, they were older clientele that maybe used Facebook still. Everything else was beyond them.

There was no need for her to flaunt her relationship with Icee. She did not discuss it with him but hoped he felt no need to as well. He had been with Bonnie for so long, people probably assumed they were still together. Even to her, the thought that Icee could get bored with her and move back to his ex or any other girl that was willing and able to do anything he wanted, was real. She had to trust in herself and believe that Icee was trying to be a good man for her.

They FaceTimed a lot, mostly short conversations because he was so busy. They texted a lot because that seemed to be what he had more time for. This was unlike any relationship she ever had, not that there were many.

"Sorry babe, I know I said I would call you earlier today, but we had to be in the studio till shit was right. I'm just now leaving and heading back to my hotel room."

"Don't worry about it Icee, I know how busy you are."

"Can't even complain either, this was what we wanted. Fame and fortune. I love it, but damn, sometimes I just want to breathe a minute. Like the weekend I spent with you, shit like that."

"I have barely traveled out of the state of Missouri Icee, so you traveling the world, most people would be envious."

"Why don't you travel more Kit? I mean, you're young, single, no kids, you can up and go as you please."

"Where would I go? I don't get out much."

"Why don't you come here?"

"Where? Atlanta?"

"Yes! Me and the Facts going to be here a few more days working on some tracks and promotion, just fly out babe, I got you."

"But Icee, if you're working—"

"Look, you're going to be my girl, you have to get used to being where I am if you want to see me. You do want to see me, right?"

"I miss you so much Icee."

"Then bring yo sexy ass on. I'll get the plane ticket and—"

"No, I'll pay my own way."

It was such a rush for her to buy a plane ticket and fly out to Atlanta the next day and meet up with Icee and the Facts at a studio. She had never done anything like that in her whole life. The most she had done was go to Chicago to visit her friend twice since they graduated college.

"Yo! Ms. Kitrina is in the hiz-ouse!" TA shouted excitedly when he saw her and came over to give her a big hug.

"Boy stop !" She pushed him away but played in his hair. He had it bone straight and flowing, a new look for him. "This is nice boy, why are you making all the girls jealous with this hair."

"I had to switch it up for the photoshoot we had today. Ice ain't the only one that can get his model on," TA said, striking a pose.

"Kit, come listen to what we've been working on. Have you met Spitfire, the dopest producer ever?" Icee was standing by Atlanta's best producer for the last ten years. He worked with anything hot coming from the Atlanta area and then started producing for others all over the world. He was in hot demand. He was the Timbaland/Jermaine Dupri of producing dope beats.

"Of course, I know who he is. Nice meeting you Spitfire. You've worked on a lot of Fact Iz tracks, but my favorite is 'Lady Rapper' with my girl AKA. I used to rap that song like it was me on the mic," Kitrina confessed.

"Aw, the girl has taste after all, even though she with yo chump ass," AKA said, pushing Icee.

"Damn Kit, you don't even pick a song I'm lead on, that's cold-blooded," Icee stated.

"You know I love all the Facts songs."

"You'll like this one then, track for the new joint. You'll be the first to hear it." Spitfire started punching buttons on the mixer and the song started to play.

The song was called "Sweatin' Me," and of course the beat was crazy dope and made you just want to dance. She was bouncing her head and feeling the song a lot, no matter what they were talking about. Of course, it talked about how hot they were, the best rap group out right now, and how others were sweating them and trying to take their style. All the group had parts, even Freezy which was rare.

"Y'all have another hit with this!"

Kitrina hung out and listened as Spitfire perfected the song with minute details to it. He was such a perfectionist, as well as all the members of the group, making sure their sound was exactly the way they wanted it to be.

"That's going to be our first single of the new joint and it's going to be released next week," Icee explained to her as they headed off to party at a club.

"Really? That fast."

"Gotta be. And we are releasing the album the following week, so shit will get crazy babe. I feel like we still were flying high off Da Factory Hitz and now the fourth album coming up. But that's how it is nowadays, you have to keep coming out with hot shit if you want to stay relevant."

When they made it to the club, Fact Iz, Kitrina plus their entourage, everybody was going crazy. This was not like at Club 417 in Springfield, where people were used to them and kind of chill even in the general population. In Atlanta, they were going crazy jumping all over them. One of Icee's boys escorted her over to the VIP section while the group hung out with their fans a bit. It was crazy to watch how women threw themselves at Icee and TA. T-Zack excused himself and headed over to her.

"You good Ms. Kitrina?"

"Yes."

"Girl don't act like you used to this. Shit is a circus. This is why Michelle not trying to hang with me. She doesn't hit the road with us like I would like her to. She either in Springfield or our LA house, but she hates coming anywhere else."

Icee was trying to break free so he could spend some time with Kitrina, but this one groupie was molesting him like he was a piece of meat. She had her tongue all in his ear and was caressing on his manhood like she wanted to just take him in her mouth right there. These were the type of women he was used to and liked in the past, but he was tired of it.

"Yo, back up Miss Thang. I'm here with my girl, and I don't need her thinking I'm up to no good."

"Your girl? OMG! Bonnie is here?" the girl said, looking all around.

He did not even try to correct her, because the girl obviously did not respect Bonnie enough to keep her hands to herself, but she was acting like a super fan. Bonnie was an icon, and she could pull more women than he could if she swung that way.

He finally made his way to Kitrina and tried to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"What's wrong?"

"You've been kissing on your fans, I'm not trying to get your sloppy seconds."

"Babe! I didn't...are you getting jealous? I didn't even do anything."

Kitrina pointed to the lipstick stain on the collar of his grey shirt.

"But I didn't kiss them in the mouth. Stop tripping. I have to be nice to my fans, they keep me in all this ice I'm wearing now."

"Whatever," she said, getting up, grabbing T-Zack's arm. "Come dance with me."

Icee did not mind that Kitrina danced the night away with every one of his boys but him. He did not like dancing anyway, he kept telling himself. Kitrina could not get jealous over every fan that touched up on him. She would be a lot angrier than she was now if she was with him every day.

By the time they left the club, it was late, but he still wanted to hang with her. Icee booked her a suite in the hotel he was staying in. He wanted her to be in his room, but he knew she would refuse that. He at least got her one on the same floor as him. It was a five-star hotel and he knew she was not used to that, but she pretended like it was just the Holiday Inn.

"Thanks for getting me a room Icee, but I could have done it myself. I may not be balling out of control like you, but I have my own money."

"But you didn't ask to come here, I asked you to. And since you wouldn't allow me to pay for your plane ticket, I got this." He pulled her down on the sofa with him, wrapping his arms around her. "I missed holding you. You're not still mad at me about that fan?"

"Groupie. Let's just get that right and know that there is a distinction."

"You're right. You're a fan. You appreciate my work. A stan is a fan that just takes it over the top a bit. Like the Beyhive, those are Stans. A groupie, they don't even know you, they just want a piece of you."

"Well said," she said.

"I'm glad you're not a Stan or a groupie," he said, kissing her neck. Damn, his nature was rising holding her and kissing her. Contrary to what she probably thought, he had given up the groupies. He had not had sex in weeks and he was feeling it now.

In her three years of celibacy, she had not been tempted to stray, but being with Icee, her body heated up. The way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way his body felt. She did not even mind when his hands roamed down to her breasts and fondled with them. Even when his hands went further down to her waist and his hands unsnapped the jeans on her pants.

"Icee..." she moaned.

"Shhh!" he put a finger to her lips and started kissing a trail down her neck then her breasts, to her stomach, and inching down further into her open jeans.

She wanted to stop him, she had to stop him, but the feeling was so good. Icee had put back the desire to have sex just that quickly. Would she just become another notch on his belt if she let him go further? Would he toss her aside like so many other girls after he got what he wanted? Because of those little doubts in her head, she knew she had to stop Icee.

"Icee, no," she said firmly, even though her body was saying "Yes, yes, yes!"

Icee wanted Kitrina to relax with him and let herself go. He knew she had this barrier up that she did not trust him, and that's why she clung to this celibacy thing. He wanted her. He wanted her bad, but he respected her wishes and stopped. All he wanted was a little taste of her, just a lick. He kissed right below her belly button then regretfully raised up so that his face was right on her breasts.

"Can I just stay here a moment and glorify these?"

Kitrina giggled.

"I just want to say, Lord, you have blessed my girl with two lovely gifts right here. Perfection," he said, kissing them.

"Stop boy." She pulled him up and he sat beside her, pulling her in his arms.

"Can I just hold you the rest of the night then?"

A/N: Kitrina is better than me! I don't know if I could deal with the barrage of groupies, what she saw and what she doesn't see. And then feel like, if she not having sex with him, he may be having sex with somebody else. Icee would have had me day one!