I got to New York in the early hours of the morning, around 3 and had meetings with Warner to finalise the deal at 10. Okay I took a nap, and woke up still jet lagged, hung over from days that turned into two weeks of drinking to cope with the crashing and burning of Aubrey and I. I was truly devastated, embarrassed and the subject of think pieces, gossip, slander and blog sites. It was all over social media for too long now and I couldn't go anywhere without press pressing it as a comment or question. Somehow I managed to write some songs and planned the final cut of the album scheduling sessions over a month or so, between London, NY, LA and Kingston.
Another change I had made was hiring a new professional and acclaimed executive assistant. I could trust her work ethic, she was a professional and and all about her work, which I preferred. My apartment I
in NY was bought outright by Aubrey but in my name. It was a weird feeling, he wasn't my man when he got her pregnant but we had just, started something in. I questioned the validity of my anger from time to time. Conditioned from my past disappointment and betrayals, and I was just angry to be completely honest. I felt dumb, overlooking the red flags, his reputation, power, money, lyrics about women craving the chance and clearly his lies to cover my qualified questions.
" I asked him-" I kept saying that to myself, I asked and asked. He would say I should listen to him, and he would always tell me. Said he needed me to trust him, as there would be a lot of accusations and lies thrown our way.
" people don't want to see you happy, -" I felt like it wasn't a straight up "no", now I looked back I should have spotted that. The smoke screens ana small talk to side track from ever having to confirm the existence of his new born son. I saw a couple of posts made by his alleged baby mother, claiming she didn't care about his relationship with anyone but their baby, " especially a friendly fling" and, I saw red. Went live and regrettably talked around my feelings for ten minutes, about how much I wish I was stronger, the album deadline and going back to London for a week for a friends birthday, an interview, red carpet appearances and a super short notice album feature.
I slept until 8, and had an hour to have breakfast and get ready for my meeting. I was in the bathroom, about to shower with a mask on my face and my iTunes library on a soulful shuffle.
"Phone, Lylee " Tisha came to the bathroom door, with my phone I tried to leave alone a lot more these days. Distancing myself from social media and the meddling gossipy blog sites and videos.
" oh thanks, who is it." She handed it over as I spoke aloud.
" it's Drake
" Aubrey" she knew little but enough to on next the dots. We were rumoured to be a couple, then his son was confirmed and then I unfollowed him on Instagram, then had a "rant" which meant everything to so many who meant nothing to me. The day before I left Jamaica I was invited to a party with several popular artists, and got a little drunk and flirty with someone. The press caught me, and linked by behaviour to my "increasing use of alcohol and allegedly drugs, having ended things with Drake".
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The Law of Attraction | Vol I
FanfictionLove At First Sight Meet Lylee, fresh faced and a talented head turner, numbing her way out of the after effects of a toxic relationship, she rebounds and remixes her way in and out of chaos, friendships, fallouts and the inevitable binds of lust an...