Aubrey caught Jaliyah's gaze, a storm of emotions brewing in his eyes. "Jaliyah, I know it's complicated, but I can't shake this feeling! We belong together," he confessed, his voice low and earnest. "
Jaliyah met his intensity with a quiet resolve...
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Toronto has always been a place I loved. Not just because of Aubrey. I know that's what most people might think my reasoning is. I just love the vibe, the people, the mix of cultures. There's something special about it.
"So am I dropping you off at Aubrey's or your place?" A mutual friend of Aubrey and me, Jason asked.
"My place..." I muttered. Yeah, I have my own place here. Aubrey bought it for me, a condo near the CN Tower. The view is amazing.
"That's interesting," Jason said as he drove. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.
"Are you two good or....." He glanced at me as we stopped at the light.
"We're Aubrey and Jaliyah..." I said as he pulled up in front of my building. "Well, that definitely tells me that you aren't, but I won't be nosy. If you need me, just hit me up, Liyah! It's always good to see you," we both got out of the car.
"You don't have to help, I got it. And thanks, Jason," I smiled before making my way inside. Most of the time I'm in Toronto, I stay with Aubrey. The last time I came here was for Aubrey's show. That was with Khalil, and we stayed at a hotel. He doesn't know about this place. By the time we get married, I won't have it anymore, anyway.
After settling in, I tried calling Khalil again, but no answer. He texted me saying he's busy in the studio. Well, at least I know he's okay. If he would have texted me yesterday, I could have stayed home.
My phone rings, and it's Aubrey. Here we go. "Hello?"
"Where are you?" He asked.
"Aubrey..." I started.
"Liyah, I know you're here. You don't think I know you're in Toronto? Big question is why aren't you home?" He asked.
"Home? Anyway, I can't come see my fiancé?" I asked with an attitude.
"That's not what I meant, baby, and you know it. Why aren't you home? As in our home... here at the embassy," he said as I could tell he had a smirk on his face.
"Don't start. Are you at the studio with Khalil?" I asked.
"Nah, he's working with some of my artists now. Bro has talent, baby. We got two songs ready so far. I'm working on some other shit. Niggas are pushing me," he mumbled the last part.
"Well, you know better than to back down," I say. I've been through this with him. I've been hearing all the dissing going on.
"Liyah, you of all people know I'm not. I'm just trying not to let these niggas that are switching up get to me. Like niggas was just in my messages begging for a collab album, begging for me to be on your album, begging for a verse on my album, begging for me to pop out at your shows. All that shit and now you're talking crazy to me? Motherfuckas really that mad at me? Really that jealous of me?" He went on.
