#3 Lost in You (fan fic - in progress)

Chapter Seventeen

Meanwhile in Atlanta...

"KC!!"

An irritated groan responded from underneath the large bright white comforter on the custom sized master bedroom bed.

"Get your ass up!!"  Evelyn Jackson attempted to yank the covers off the bed, but the tiny woman underneath was a lot stronger than she looked. 

"Gimme five more minutes Ev. Please." KC moaned scooting further down the bed to remain within the warmth and protection of her comforter.

"You're already an hour late to the studio!  Shit. Im a manager.  Not an alarm clock!" Evelyn set her feet and yanked again.  This time the covers and the woman went flying off the end of the bed.

Finding herself sprawled out on the hard wooden floor at the bottom of her bed, still half dressed in the outfit she wore the night before, KC Payne groaned again and clutched at her exploding head.  "Damn Ev!  You ain't gotta be so mean."

"Apparently I do."  Evelyn put her hands on her hips.  "Your cousin is going to kill us both. He's been blowing up my phone -and Im sure your phone all morning."

KC waved her hand at her manager as she dragged herself up and to her bathroom.  "I think my phone might be at the bottom of Lil Fizz's pool. Besides it's family.  Gavin will understand."

"Will he?" Evelyn raised an eyebrow looking skeptical.  "He's paying for expensive studio time that your wasting."

KC spit toothpaste out and then rinsed her mouth with mouthwash.  She stared at herself in the mirror and decided she definitely looked a hot mess. There was no time to correct that before crawling to a studio all the way downtown. "He has a studio in his house -down the street from mine.  That wasn't good enough?"

"Nope.  And he's there now waiting with Sabria. And if Sabria is there, you know so is Sam."

"Umm hmm. Sam. The true reason why I have to drag my ass all the way around the world just to record a single that we could easily record in his own expensive ass PRIVATE studio."  KC threw a sweatshirt on over her dress and looked over at Evelyn.  "Why are you here anyway?  I thought you were still in New York?"

"You never answer the damn phone. That's why!! Apparently because it's submerged in six feet of water. And with the PR nightmare you've just created, publicly fighting with Mo all over Atlanta this weekend, you thought I was going to stay away??" Evelyn crossed her arms over her chest angrily.

KC rolled her eyes, slipping on some random cowboy boots she found on top of a pile of clothes.  She wasn't even sure if those were hers.  

Willard Morales better known as Mo, was her on again off again fiance.  Currently off.  He was a professional baseball player from the Dominican Republic who pitched for the Toronto Blue jay's and now the Mets, and who resided at number one on the top of her shit list at the moment.   He just flew back to New York after he followed her down to Atlanta a few days prior.  They then proceeded to spend the entire weekend getting into a series of more and more volatile fights around the city.  He finally got on a flight last night promising to never contact her again, and KC spent the rest of the night partying, drinking, and smoking until she blacked out.  Their relationship was intense to say the least.   

"Never mention him again." She mumbled, grabbing her keys and stumbling out of the room.  Half way down the stairs she noted her left hand was bare.  "Fuck!!"

"What?" Evelyn was now following right at her heels, worried someone might have died.

"Where the hell is my ring??" KC began to panic.