King of Queens (a Nas Story)

THIRTY SEVEN

Gia | August 1995

"Another incredible shoot, darling!" Farrah kissed both sides of my cheeks as she held my hands into the palms of hers. "The Versace family is going to love this!" She added as she let my hands go.

"You think so?" I laughed nervously as I stared at the dark, bold black eyeliner winged far on the sides of my temples. The Versace Medusa head corset squeezing my waist inwards as I struggled to breath.

"I know so, honey! Now stop doubting yourself every shoot and let's get you back to the hotel." Farrah tapped my shoulders with a smile on her face.

I was in Los Angeles with only myself and my glam squad. My mom had Destined while Nasir was busy recording in the studio and preparing for The Source Awards that was taking place tomorrow night in New York City.

I was missing my boy and Nasir already. He called me earlier before I left for my shoot 'just wanting to hear my voice', he said. I could hear a hard-knocking beat playing in the background as we talked. Farrah and my stylist helped me unzip my corset and carefully helped me step out of it as I covered my bare chest with my forearm.

I looked around for my tank top and spotted it on the couch of the dressing room. I threw it on immediately before stepping out of the leather shorts that matched the material of the corset. Farrah tossed me my jeans as I stepped into them. I left my make up on and figured I'd wipe it off once I got to the hotel.

I grabbed my personal belongings and thanked the staff and crew for an amazing and accommodating shoot before stepping outside. The flashing of cameras blinded me more than the blazing sun above my head.

"Gia, you look beautiful! How's your son?" Asked one of the paparazzi who was getting a little too close to me. This was all new, the whole paparazzi following me around thing. This doesn't happen in New York, well, at least not yet. This was the second time today that I had run into the press.

"He's great." I said with my hand covering my eyes from the flashes.

"Could you turn this way, Gia?" Yelled one of the paparazzi. Then, a swarm of them came out of nowhere to bombard me. "Please give Gia some space." Farrah said sternly as she tried her best to lead me to the black SUV waiting for us.

"Your boyfriend is rapper Nas. Any new music you can tell us about?" Asked a voice out of the sea of cameras that had been following me for a minute now. I could see the car not too far from where we were being followed.

"It's coming!" I yelled back mockingly at the paparazzi with a laugh to follow. They laughed at my charm as Farrah opened the car door for me. I slid into the leather seats of the SUV smoothly as I shut the door. I exhaled sharply and turned the Farrah.

"Is it always going to be like this?" I asked her.

"You think this is bad?" She laughed at me while holding her Chanel clutch over her plaid skirt.

"Wait until you make the cover of Vogue."

Nasir | 8:33pm

"I love you, kid. You be good for grandma, aight?" I kissed my son's cheeks as I handed him back to Ms. Helen. She sat on the couch, watching a romance comedy with Destined before I had walked down here from visiting my moms on the fifth floor.

"You headed back home, Nas?" Ms. Helen asked me. She's like a second mom to me and always treats me like I'm her son.

"Yeah, ma. I'm got a studio session in the morning and then I'm off to The Source Awards. I got to present an award or some shit like that." I realized I slipped up and cursed in front of moms. "My fault, I meant to say or something like that." I smiled nervously.