Tʜᴇ Lᴏᴠᴇ Oꜰ NY

Chapter 11

1 year later
•Bashar•

"She know that Poppy outside, she know I'm the kind of New York (BOW!) Niggas saying they outside" I ran down to the other side of the stage to get the rest of the crowd hype. This was my fourth performance this week and I'm not gonna lie, this shit is hard. I never thought I'd be in this position to look down and actually be on stage and have hundreds of thousands of people singing along to my music. I finished the song and the whole crowd still was going crazy. I grabbed the mic off of the stand because I wanted to say something.

"Nah on a serious note? I wanna thank all of y'all. For real.. thank y'all for fuckin with me and keeping it Woo'n all over the country" I told the fans on the microphone. They started cheering and screaming again, I held up my Woo and took a video of everyone doing it back. "Nah I got the best fans ever" I said to myself as I walked off the stage. Within this year of my life, I've gotten to work with hella people that I never in a million years I thought I'd do work with. I took off my shirt and walked towards my room to change my clothes. I seen a pair of Jordan 1's sitting on the couch that was in the room I'm changing in.

"Excuse me?" I said to her. She turned her chair around and it revealed my ex, Cierra. I haven't seen her in about two years, this look like some gold digging type of shit and I ain't fuckin with it.

"Hey Shar... before you say anything can I just explain to you why I'm here? I don't want to argue" She said, keeping her distance from me which was her best option. I sighed and sat down in the seat.

"Okay.. so let's talk. Wassup?" I asked her. I took off my shirt and changed into a wide beater. I turned back to look at her but she already was lacking eyes with me. I can't go down that road again.. me and Brooke ain't seeing eye to eye so I'm not really feeling her right now. I mean I am.. but not that dumb ass attitude shit for no reason. So I'm good off bitches right now.

"I miss you.. I miss us cuddling after our rounds, I miss you telling me to lock the door every-time you leave from my house" She spoke with a low tone. I looked over at her and stared at her for a second. She's definitely right.. I be missing shit too sometimes but I catch myself every single time, I'm not going out bad for nobody daughter.

"I miss you too Cici but.. we ain't good for each other and you know that. I'm not looking for nothing right now.. I'm focused up on my career" I told her truthfully. She got up and walked towards me with her eyes locked on mine. She grabbed my hands and put them on her waist. Whatever material she's wearing feel so good and smooth on her skin.

"Bashar please.. I just want you to love me how you used to. I know you still do and I damn sure still love you" She said. Before I could answer, she started kissing me and added tongue. I gave in and started feeling on her as I kissed her back. I broke it off though and grabbed her hands inside of mine.

"So what you tryna do?" I said looking down at her look up at me. She smiled and pecked my lips three times.

"We got some time to make up for" She said. She walked in front of me and out the room with her hand trailing behind her for me to take it. I thought about it for a second and Brooke flashed into my head. I don't know what she's doing or who she be with now and days, I don't even live in the hood anymore so i barely even see her bitch ass brother anymore. It's been two months and this girl hasn't returned no calls or even reached out but she's all over instagram though.

"You right, come on" I finally answered. She held my hand and we walked thru the back of the arena to get to the parking lot. We got there to see about 50 something fans standing and waiting for their Ubers. They ran up to me and asked me to take pictures with them and I did just that. Seeing them get happy overall just to see me is a feeling I don't think I'll ever get used to but I do like the feeling though.