The Quiet Sister✔️

25. The Encounter

CJ POV

The nightmare was over!

He bought a dozen pregnancy tests and stood with Bryony as she took each one. All negative. That bitch was not having his baby.

And all his STD tests came back negative. What the hell was she thinking? How many guys had she tried that with?

He was glad Tennille fired her and that he would never have to see her again.

That was a close call. He did not even want to fuck with any of his regular honies after that. Venetia was calling him nonstop. Liza and Malika in L.A. wanted him to take another trip out there to get some more dick. All the girls that offered him the panties in class he ignored them.

Fucking with bitches almost got him in trouble, as his sisters said.

Maybe he should be like Tone and wife up a chick.

"Hell no!" he shouted out.

This was only a momentary step back. He would be back to fucking and ducking in no time.

He focused his mind on his music. He tried hard to not write a song about his experience with Bryony, but he still did. He wondered if he would record it for his album and keep it for someone else. He had already written about twenty songs, only recorded two, and had a long way to go.

He was at Da Factory Hitz a lot, working through beats that would touch his soul. He was a perfectionist when it came to his music.

"There you are." It was Sarena, walking into the recording studio he was working.

"Here I am," he said.

"You have anything I can listen to?"

"Nothing, just messing around."

"You need to fly out to L.A. to shoot the video so Icee can stop breathing down my neck. Get it in the can before Riyah starts to pop out."

He forgot about that video to the "Don't Look Down" remix. There already was a storyboard of the video and the concept was dope. He only was in a small part of the song but he wondered how the video would turn out.

"Okay, whenever, I can make up any classwork."

"First thing tomorrow morning, you're taking Icee's jet."

That's what was up. Now he was traveling like a superstar. The jet was on another type of level. Tennille and her peeps were on it with him and she sipped champagne as one of her flunkies massaged her feet.

"Family is nice, but I can't wait to get my pretty brown ass back to L.A."

"L.A. is nice but I am glad it's only a visit for me."

"And now I need a new fucking assistant thanks to yo' ass."

He was not going to tell his sister what went down with Bryony, he was embarrassed enough after he told Nola and she laughed at him. He might tell his boy Tone when he hooked up with him, he knew he would not laugh. It was a serious situation.

"I need a new assistant that worships the ground I walk on...not you, nor just wanta be around the Kelly name or trying to be a bigshot themselves. These bitches trying to give me a wrinkle worrying about their asses."

"So you want a groupie fan to be your assistant, is that what you're saying?"

"Something like that." She smiled at him. "What about that cutie at your mom's house."

"What? Ishii. Cutie what?"

"Oh you know she's cute. Like a little Chinese doll."

"She's Japanese, like me."