8 years, and all is well within the world of the Lyons...or so it may seem.
Family and Foes lurking within the shadows. Betrayals and Reckonings slinking around every corner.
Things are not always as they appear. Some secrets are better left buri...
"Trust me Michelle, he's gonna snap outta this. You know better than anybody about how massive amounts of stress can trigger a break down, so just give him time." I muttered into the phone while prancing around my office with one hand lounging along my hip.
One of Givenchy's latest runway pieces clings to my body while my ears closely listen as she countered.
"I know how you feel sweetheart, but you can't blame yourself for this happening. There were other things going on that played a major role in this, so you stop trying to carry the full weight of this on your shoulders. You did what you felt like you had to do, nobody can fault you for that, and you're there with him now so at least give yourself a little credit." I continued but still she lightly sobbed on the other end.
Ten more minutes passed before I managed to calm her down. "Okay. Call me back once you've spoken with the doctors alright." I instructed then licked my lips, "Love you too." I affirmed then ended the call and sat my I-phone down onto my desk. I unleashed a long heavy exhale then massaged my temples for a second.
Lucious told me all about that trashy ass slut bucket Harper and how she tried to seduce him and blackmail Andre. As soon as he told me about her nasty ass advance towards him the last day Laylah and I were in Milan, I made up my mind to track that bitch down and teach her ass a lesson about fuckin' wit my husband.
I mean really...why hoes out her always wanna mess with another woman's husband...especially when they know that the man's married. I shook my head a little at the thought cuz see it's hoes like her that make it hard out here for real woman like me.
My feet carried me back behind my desk and I sat down. My lips wrapped around the brim of my glass, and I smirked a bit...
Well, let me rephrase...It's hoes like she USE to be that make it hard out her for real women like me. I rocked back in my seat then put my feet up against my desk. Lucious had Thirsty take care of that blackmailing heifer right away but still for some reason I just feel like this situation is only getting started for some reason.
I sat my glass of water back down, sunlight continued to flutter through my open windows while I continued to think.
Years ago, I knew nothing about him having Rhonda taken out but as he filled me in about the late Miss. Scott, who most likely won't ever be found by the way...well he had no choice but to tell me about what he and Dre had done.
My eyes shut and I tilted my head back a little prompting a soothing breath to leave my body. I love my gangsta ass husband and his gangsta ass way too for that matter. The way he handles shit like a King Pen has always turned me on to the fullest.
Today's a bit of a light day for the most part around here. The ASA's are tonight and after the few brief meetings with A and R this morning to discuss what reps are assigned to each nominated artist, I now have a few minutes to myself to breath so I'm tryin' to take advantage of the peace.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK....
Loudly thudded against my door, snapping me from my thoughts, and I opened my eyes then shifted my attention towards the sound.
"Cookie..." Hesitantly poured towards me. I tilted forward in my seat and stared down this unexpected visitor now lounging within the frame of my office door.
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