Two people, on two different waves in life. An icon who is desperately trying to reinvent himself. While this overlooked prodigy is forced to come out of her shell to help this arrogant superstar remind people exactly who the hell he is!
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Savon
"Chris, give me a call back. I've been waiting for you at the studio for hours! If you're going to stand me up, allow me the common decency of letting me know something came up. Call me, text me, something! I'd like to not waste my day, waaiting on you."
Maybe I shouldn't have been harsh when I dismissed his advance to wanting to celebrate our accomplishments so far on the album. Unknowingly, I probably backed myself into a corner, or probably out of a job.
Now I'm back at square one dealing with his ass being uncooperative. Before coming into the studio at our usual time, I called him twice, no answer. I've been sitting here for two damn hours, awaiting or a response that I'm clearly not going to get.
Replays of our near intimate night keep looping through my mind. The thought of his kiss gives me a pleasurable chill, I could see the love faces I was making as he ate me out. My eyes roll every time I think about how quick he caused me to come. It's almost as if I have mini orgasms when each moment flashes through my mind. Right as I remember him about to insert himself, I snap out of it. A chill ran down my spine causing me to snap the very pencil I held in my hand right now.
"This is my last time contacting you. Guess our time today is cancelled, thanks for letting me know. Listen ... just, let me know if everything is good with you. Bye!"
Snatching my purse off the table, I left the studio uncertain for how things were going to play out from here. I'll admit, seeing his new baby momma left me salty. For me to be so caught of guard, I handled myself well enough for suspicion not to be raised.
"Saavonnnn!" Zara happily said my name as I answered her phone call. "You coming out tonight for Gillian's wine pop up shop?"
"Shit, I forgot about that."
"Don't tell me you got to be a night owl in the studio tonight. Come on girl, you need this. Spend some time with your girls, hell, you need this more than me. Don't make me drag you out the house!"
"Alright, I'll be there."
"Matter of fact, I'll pick you up so you ain't got no excuse."
"Girl, get off my phone. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be there, send me the address."
Since work was cleared off my schedule I changed my agenda up. Mona penciled me in for a little Q&A regarding the case that I'm up against. But from there, my day had slowed down.
When I arrived back home there was an uncomfortable stillness that surrounded me. I forced myself not to associate the rest of my day with music. I wanted to rest and unpack this uneasy feeling that I have been carrying with me.
This was very hard for me to get done, I'm very good at avoiding shit I don't want to deal with. Burying whatever doesn't serve my highest good instead of removing it immediately.
