Only wanna be with you

9

Dre tried to talk me out of taking off in the middle of writing my album but I told him I was going whether I had his blessing or not. So he got on board. The kids where ridiculously excited and at 8 and 13 they where the perfect age and distraction. I had gone all out, all expenses paid. I had even given Greg the time off and hired other security. Not that he would completely relax, he never does.

We where going for 4 days. that's what me and Dre compromised on. I was allowed to not think about any of that shit for 4 whole days. I was hoping the kids would occupy all of my time and I would be left exhausted and sleep well every night. I knew that probably wasn't going to be the case but I could hope

I still hadn't spoke to him and Dre had told me he would have to spend all his time with Tyga because he didn't fancy being a third wheel in Utah, so I knew he had gone home. With his fiancé. It made me angry that he was just thinking he could do whatever he wanted and I would still be there. Still be that invisible third wheel

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I'd been working on my album and it was almost ready to be released. My singles had done really well in the charts considering I had sort of come out of nowhere. I had done really well in Europe and there where a lot of calls coming in to use me as a feature, Dre was extremely excited at all the prospects. I'd been touring small venues around the US with Bobby as my tour manager. It had been going really well and I'd even been invited on shows like Jimmy Kimmel and Jimmy Fallon to preform. I was just finishing off my tour and heading straight back into the studio with some very well known people, then I could rest.

I'd landed back in LA and I had my last show at a smallish show in a dive bar that was getting popular, trashy is the new trendy I had been told. It's was just a small stage, so just me and the band.

I thought Austin was also still on tour until I saw him walk in and sit himself at the back of the room next to Dre. He had text me this morning but had failed to mention he was going to be here. Fortunately I had decided to dress a little more sexy tonight so it happened , so my normal uniform of trousers and a cropped tank had changed to a skimpy playboy bodysuit and a leather shirt with some Chucky leather boots. He wouldn't like that I was shaking my assets in front a crowd full of people dressed like this but he would have to just get used to it.

I'd already done a few songs by the time he got here and he walked in half way through 'New rules' his eyes met mine and I knew I had to prove a point. He  had heard me sing and he'd seen me in the studio but this was the first time in over a year that he had been to see a show. We'd had sex more than that. So I shook my ass a little harder and I sexed it up a little more than usual. The next song was 'hotter than hell' a song he didn't particularly like but I had my doubts on his reasons why. I made eye contact with him and did for most of the song. It's sexually charged and it's preformed as such. A lot of touching and swaying seductively. I went from that into 'Blow your mind' again another sexy song but more upbeat.

His face was neutral all the way through the rest of my set, his jaw was clenched and he looked like he would rather be anywhere else. But I knew that was bullshit, that he just didn't like me showing off. I could see the jealousy in his eyes as he came through the door of the green room. I was stood opening a bottle of champagne to congratulate the team on a great tour. Dre came up behind, picking me up and spinning me around.

"Baby girl that was amazing, you had them eating out the palm of your hand. It's like magic, you put a spell on them" he kissed my cheek as he set me down

"Thanks, what did you guys think?" I asked the rest of the guys, who all said complimentary things apart from Him. "Austin, how about you? It's your first show in a while" I smirked as his eyes met mine.

"Yeah it was alright if you like that sort of thing" he couldn't even make eye contact with me. I huffed shaking my head as I walked off to my small dressing room. I could just hear them all having a go at him as I slammed the door. I knew the reason why he didn't enjoy it but he just made me look stupid, made out it wasn't that good. I didn't just want to have sex with him I wanted his professional respect. I know I killed it tonight. He could have just put his jealousy aside to give me that.

"Rhi, let me in?" I heard him say through the door as he knocked lightly "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I really enjoyed the show, maybe a little too much"

"I'm getting changed, leave me alone" I sit on the arm of the tattered couch behind the door.

"Please don't. I really liked that outfit" he chuckled. I crack the door and peep out seeing him leaning against the wall, his weight resting on his hand.

"I thought you'd hate it" I pout as I pull down the skirt suddenly self consciously

"Oh I do hate that you wore it on stage. But I like seeing you in it" he bit his lip as he looked at me through the crack. I held the door open wider and he came in and locked it behind him. "I'm sorry but your going to have to be punished for tonight though"