"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 SIX
LOVE WOKE UP to a pounding headache. Underage drinking? Not the move. She groaned as she sat up, running a hand through her tousled hair. (She had to keep this stylist. For her to not have tried to protect that silk press at all, it still looked good.) She vaguely recognized the space as the bedroom in her and Emerson's shared space. (Emerson had apparently not come home. Good.) Yawning, she realized there was a weight across her hip area, probably moved from when she sat up. Looking down, she noticed that that weight was a tattooed arm. Carson's tattooed arm. And she was naked.
Oh, shit.
"Bitch, did I lose my virginity without even remembering?", she muttered to herself. Sighing, she began shaking his shoulder. "Carson... Carson, you gotta get up."
"Just give me five more minutes. I promise I'll be up", he muttered back.
Love rolled her eyes, but decided to just let the boy sleep. She got up out of bed and pulled on a white tank top and pink sweatpants, perfect lazy day attire. When she stepped into the main area, she saw Bryce snuggled up on the couch with one of the throw pillows and Faith halfway on the coffee table, halfway on the floor. There were fast food wrappers and empty bottles all over the place. "Man, what the hell is this?"
"Your after party, apparently", Emerson said flatly from the kitchen island. "Did you have fun hooking up with that guy or...?"
"That is none of your concern", Love sighed, rubbing the area above her left brow. "I got a headache that's about to knock me on my ass. Look, I'll be back to clean all this up. Carson! Getcho ass up, we gotta go! And somebody move Faith before she falls on her damn neck!"
🎤🎤🎤
After that little side quest, she headed straight to Empire so she could talk to Andre. Or Lucious. Or Cookie. Hell, whoever she came across first at that point. The rumor that she slept with Carson was already quickly growing and spiraling out of control. They were too wasted to think about the fact that paparazzi followed him everywhere. And why was she stripping in front of an open window? Technically, since only her back was showing in the photo, she couldn't even do anything about it.
She was surprised to see everyone in Lucious's office when she burst in. Cookie was all up in Hakeem's face. Anika was sitting across from them, along with who she assumed to be the rest of Hakeem's team. Porsha was standing awkwardly to the side. Becky was standing in front of the door. Lucious was standing nearby as well, looking pissed off and annoyed. (His go to expression.)
"What the hell is wrong with y'all just bursting into my office like this?!", Lucious exclaimed, looking at Cookie. "Put Donkey Kong in a barrel and get the hell up outta my office!" He looked back to Love. "What is it that you need?"
