LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

THE LYONS ROAR LOUDLY PT I

Cookie

A heavy breath leapt through my lips; The heels of my burgundy Giuseppe's steadily carrying me while I continue to pace the carpeted floor within my eldest's son's office.

I still can't help but worry...worry about alotta things to be honest.  I took down a sip from my fresh cappuccino as I continued to walk around the place in thought. First off, I've gotta make sure that my babies party goes off without a hitch tonight, this will be both Colin and Caleb's first real introduction onto the limelight of the world stage, so I want every detail to be perfect.

Nothing can go wrong, the family has to present a united front and seem as if we're all on the same page even if we really aren't.

Secondly, I've gotta deal with this twisted and tangled ball of emotions regarding my husband. I ran my freshly manicured nails through my waves, took another sip from my drink and put my hand on my hip as I leaned against the back of the soft navy blue Victorian chair in the center of the room.

Last night was a really close call, I mean really close, and I've been kickin' myself all damn day over it.  I should have known that he'd be able to read my body as we sat next to one another. I just couldn't hide my attraction to him...I huffed replaying how good he smelled...If we hadn't of been interrupted by the door, I more than likely woulda ended up butt naked, on my back, moaning underneath the weight of Lucious' body. 

I kept easing my hands between my thighs in an attempt to control myself because my body was writhing the entire time. I rolled my eyes up towards the ceiling, despite everything that's happened, I wanted him and he knew it too.

Circling the massive chair, I continued my brisk pace around the room as the dim glow of sunlight crept through the slightly cracked blinds covering each window.  My mind's fluttering with so many thoughts right now including how imma handle the backlash from the impromptu flash mob of gays that surrounded my baby Mal while he and Becky made their way through the courtyard out front a few days ago. 

"Stupid sissies." I mumbled to myself, those damn gays and their damn flip flop performance is splattered all over the internet, folks are questioning Jamal's sexuality left and right....plus I don't even know how news of him sleeping with Skye even got out in the first place.

And to top all of that off, now I've gotta figure out how to properly process and handle this new load of bullshit that was just dumped onto my plate a little under an hour and a half ago.

My body plopped down into the cushions of Dre's sofa, my legs crossed, I sighed once again then sat my coffee cup on the table in front of me. Today was supposed to be a good day but just when I thought things were starting to settle, in true Lyon fashion, peace just couldn't last long.

I shook my head at what just took place while I continued to wait on Andre to show; Jamal just had a private show for the bloggers at Leviticus to help keep up his ASA momentum.  I thought I squashed the beef between he and his father but something musta set him off because instead of performing one of the seven songs he's nominated for he switched up the game and did a new song about Lucious instead.

It woulda been fine if he didn't drop the mic at the end of the performance by unleashing the atomic bomb that Lucious Lyon ain't even his real damn name.

Pictures of Aj and Mya stared back at me as I lounged about, I inched up as suddenly a voice called out to me breaking my train of thought.

"Hey Ma." Andre boomed as he strolled into the office.

"Hey baby." I rebutted.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." He tossed towards me next while dropping his brief case a top of his desk.