Married To Music (A Wizkid Fanfic)

56 - Ayo

I hung up the call with my publicist, he managed to pull down the video of Aaliyah beating Jada but some clips were still floating online. It was even trending, I shook my head. Aaliyah was going to be the death of me. God when I watched the video I was in shock, the way she kept throwing punch after punch at Jada one would think she was a boxer.

I slid the answer button. "Hello?"

"Ayo I swear I'm going to press charges!" Jada screamed from the other line. I roll my eyes, "On what grounds Jada? You went there with your friend to fight and you got beaten up" Aaliyah was right, everyone who witnessed the fight said Jada started everything.

"Are you taking her side now?"

"Don't start that shit with me Jada. If you wanna press charges go ahead but be ready to tell the court why you made your friend record the whole fight, you do know that is a crime on its own?" Something I wonder if Jada used her brain at all, why would she plan with her friend to fight Aaliyah then record the whole shit? What the hell went through this women brain?

"So what do I do?"

I roll my eyes, "Take care of yourself, did you see a doctor yet?"

"Yes"

"Good, now rest up I'll call you later" I end the call before she started her non ending laments. I decline baba Are call and threw my phone on the bed. God knows how much I hated being the topic of headlines, I tried all my best to stay away from bad press but recently Aaliyah has succeeded in making me the subject of discussion.

The world knows me as a man of peace but lately I doubt that, if I can maintain peace outside then why can't I in my home? I shove my phone in my pocket, wore my Hermès slides and left the room.

Mighty wine from my album blasted from the in built overhead speakers, I follow the smell of food into the kitchen. Aaliyah stood with her back to me, I move to Amaya seated in her high chair, she waves at me.

"Dada!" Amaya grab my face and kiss me. I laugh and blow kisses on her cheeks. Aaliyah turns to me, I look her up and down. She had on a cute tank top and jean bum short, her thick thighs called to me. I bit my lips seductively eying her legs up back to her see through top, her nipples each bared my name.

"Good morning" Aaliyah finally say.

I force my eyes to her face. Even if she were crazy, Aaliyah was extremely beautiful standing at 5'4 with thick thighs, wide spread hips and fat big juicy ass, titties that sat nice and pretty, stomach was flat, waist was snatched. Blemish-free light skin complexion, long black hair.

She was curvy and all but what attracted me the most was her face, I have to admit Aaliyah was real life pretty with or without makeup. Even on her worst days my wife was so beautiful, her cute nose, long eyelashes, almond doe eyes and full set of lips that worked magic on my dick. She was the full package! But her attitude was my main problem.

I clear my throat, "Yeah?" I pull out a chair and sat down.

"How was your night? You slept good?" Aaliyah ask with sweet voice. I regard her with suspicions, she's plotting something!

"Yeah"

"Where did you sleep? You cars were still packed in the garage"