"i wanna reign over my empire like
cesar. i wanna walk over water and
die like jesus. i want a G5 Lear Jet
fully loaded, all new features. it's
easy to travel the world with a
lifetime visa. the time of the essence,
hot damn it give me focus. my
min...
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HEART OF A LYON, CHAPTER FOUR
LOVE AND FAITH had been spending a lot of time together after that night. It was all to work on music, of course, but every time Emerson came over to visit Love, they were in there giggling like a couple of school girls. It made Emerson feel bitter and left out. Love knew this, so when she had a break and Cookie was going to see Lucious, she decided to go surprise Emerson.
Emerson never really cared to go home. Her home wasn't exactly the best. Homophobic parents with a lot of leverage and all. So, courtesy of Lucious, they had a small apartment in the same building as Jamal with the exceptions that Jamal could come and go at any time and Love still spent most of her nights at Cookie's, which she was happy to do.
When she unlocked the door, she slipped off her shoes and was about to call for Emerson, but what she heard made her pause. Because that shit sounded an awful lot like a girl whimpering. "Oh, hell no", Love scowled, putting her shoes back on before she headed into the bedroom.
She was completely prepared to dragon Emerson and that bitch, but when she actually saw who it was she faltered. Her blood ran cold in her veins. The bitch in question was Leila. Something about seeing her girlfriend between her best friend's legs like that made Love sick. It was all she could do to not throw up right then and there. "What the fuck?", she screamed, throwing the box of cookies she'd brought at the pair. The cookies exploded everywhere, the box connecting with Emerson's back and a few of the stray cookies that had gone flying smacking Leila in the stomach. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me!"
The pair immediately sprang apart, looking horrified. Leila immediately scrambled to cover herself, her eyes wide. "Love, it's not-"
"Bitch are you about to try and tell me it's not what it looks like when I just caught yo ass?", Love asked with a frown. "Nah, y'all are both fucked up for this. This is sick. I'm gonna be sick." With that, she stormed out of the room, her fists trembling in her rage.
"Love, wait a second!", Emerson called out, scrambling to pull her shirt back on so that she could follow the girl out of the apartment.
She was already calling Andre to come and pick her up. She didn't wanna disturb Jamal while he was working on his music.
Love was serious about being sick. She was throwing up at the curb by the time Emerson caught up. The brunette tried to reach out to her, but Love shoved her hands away. "Don't touch me. You ain't even showered. I don't know what kind of diseases that bitch could have since apparently she's just fuckin everybody!"
"Love, it's not like that", Emerson interjected immediately. "This isn't something we've been doing. It was an accident!"
Love laughed bitterly. "Oh, so you accidentally fell into her coochie? Emerson, please get the fuck out of my face."
