From Time

Rewind Part 1

Flashback.

You said I led you on but you followed me...

    Drake.

Drake and I met at A$AP Rocky's birthday party. Lexus dragged me there—she was cool with Drake and his circle, so getting in wasn't hard. I brought my sisters, Melina and Valentina, mostly because big events always made me anxious, and having them near kept me grounded.

The party was loud, crowded, and glamorous in that chaotic celebrity way. Everyone was showing love, introducing themselves, pulling us into conversations. I had a few drinks but spent most of the night scrolling on my phone, trying to kill the awkwardness. That's when he walked up.

Drake had this calm confidence about him. He nodded toward my cup and asked what I was drinking. I honestly had no clue, so I told him it tasted like Hennessy. We laughed, and that small joke broke the ice. From there, the conversation flowed so naturally it almost scared me.

He asked about my work, and I explained everything—brand modeling, campaigns, shoots, ads, the nonstop schedule. He told me he'd seen me on Nike's page a couple times, which I didn't fully believe until he started describing specific photos. That caught me off guard. Most guys pretend to pay attention; he actually did.

We exchanged numbers before we left, and a week later he texted me from a new phone, picking up the conversation like no time had passed. From then on, we got close fast. He kept active on my socials, always supportive, always present. It felt real. Solid. Easy.

Until it wasn't.

When the public realized we were dating, everything shifted. The pressure doubled. Paparazzi practically moved into my shadows. Every outing became a spectacle, every rumor became a headline. It was overwhelming. But I tried. We both tried.

The real damage came from the cheating—little things at first, whispers, screenshots, late-night "friend" excuses. Then it became too obvious to ignore. I reached my breaking point.

And right when I finally convinced myself to leave... I found out I was pregnant.

I still walked away.

We tried again months later, thinking maybe we could rebuild what we broke. But trying doesn't always equal fixing. Too many wounds, too many trust issues, too much history we couldn't rewrite.

The day we officially ended things is still sharp in my memory. No yelling. No drama. Just two tired people realizing love wasn't enough to save something already cracked beyond repair.

And that was the end of us.

10pm

Drake's phone pinged four times back-to-back, echoing through the huge, open kitchen of the YOLO Estate.
I sat at the marble island eating late breakfast, half awake, half irritated. The phone dinged again. Then again.

After the sixth notification, I sighed, reached for it, and unlocked it.

Messages.

Sophie.

I tapped her name.

Sophie:
Hey 😊 wanted to know if you still coming to Miami this weekend?

You have been soooo distant...

Are you at the studio?

Why do I have a strange feeling you still kickin with that model 🤔

I'm tripping bae 🥴🥲 just call me I miss you ☹️