Just a book of some random Nas imagines. Might add in some special requested people or any other celeb I think needs some appreciation.
First book ever so bare with me😂
(Reader request: @notapradagurl- Nas and Slim have been fighting for weeks and he wants to make it up to her, however, they're in public. But, he just needs to hear her voice.)
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Paris wrote across the cover with the ink of her pen:
"Paris Birmington-Jones, Enjoy reading!"
"Thank you so much!" the eager fan said to Paris.
"No problem," she responded as a huge smile graced her face.
She watched as her supporter bounced through the library towards the exit.
"That's it for right now folks! Mrs. Jones will be back tomorrow at the same time to get anyone who missed a signed copy. Thank you all for coming out!" her security stated.
The sound of squeals and giggles were quickly replaced with groans and awws.
Paris had just published her autobiography. Critics stated that it was on track to be a New York Bestseller within no time. She was at the local library of her new town, Calabasas. She and her husband, Nas, had just bought a home there. Her agent thought it would be a good idea to introduce herself to the natives with a personally signed copy of her book. While it may have seemed to be a great idea, she was burnt out. She's been here since 11 am. It's damn near 10. But, that's not even the worse part. Her and Nas got into it about 3 weeks ago since she's been wanting quality time and he's been wanting studio time. Typical. They haven't spoken since. Nas left the house to Slim while he spent his pussy probation at a hotel.
"Whew child," she mumbled to herself while leaning back in her chair. she closed her eyes and covered them with the back of her forearm.
"Excuse me, is it too late to get a signed copy of your book?" a squeaky voice said. If dog toys have a voice, this is what it would sound like.
She looked up and not to her surprise, was her husband. Nassy Pooh.
"Yeah. Way too late," she replied sternly. She was not here for the bullshit.
"Come on, baby. I'm just playin' with you,"
"Do I look like I wanna be played with?" she said looking up at him with the straightest face.
"You? Nah. But lemme take a look at something else and I'll know who wanna get played with."
.... Negro, please.
She couldn't even bother to respond. She was so fed up with this man's way of apologizing, it wasn't even funny anymore. Every time he fucked up, his solution was sex and corny ass jokes. Not this time. He's been putting her second to his music since they got together in '99. And it sucks because she would never do him like that. She declined 2 movies and plenty of interviews so that she could support him during his tours. And he gave her what in return? A ring and a son, but that wasn't enough. She didn't wanna coexist with the love of her life. She wanted her husband to acknowledge her. If he wasn't gonna do that, then she didn't need to waste her time. So, she figured she'd teach him a lesson.
