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Past
Frederick smiled at Chyna, like a kid in a candy store. He was practically bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “Can you f*****g believe this, hooker?” he whispered into her hair.
She shook her head. She was too anxious and excited to see this s**t going down. “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long.”
“And, to think we made the unveiling,” Frederick said with mightier-than-thou pretenses.
“Of course, we made the unveiling,” Chyna said, rolling her eyes. “Who do you think I am?”
“I would have started worshiping at your feet earlier if I’d known it would get me into Marco’s fashion line grand opening on Madison Avenue!” he all but squealed.
“I’ll remember that next time,” she said with a catty smirk.
“How did you score this anyway?” he asked. “Not that I’m comp
