Sage Marie Smith , a 21-year-old woman, lived in a modern luxury house by herself. She had been longing to find love again ever since her ex-boyfriend, Dre broke her heart by cheating on her multiple times during their relationship.
Meanwhile, Hendr...
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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐘
Hendrix typed "The Shade Room" into the search bar, searching for the account to see what was so important. As the page loaded, he scanned through the latest posts, looking for anything that could explain Mr. Mitchell's urgency.
Hendrix's eyes landed on the post about Sage and himself. The image showed them together at Target, accompanied by a caption speculating about their relationship. His jaw tightened as he read through the comments and saw the unexpected attention their encounter had attracted.
"How the fuck they know we was at Target?" Hendrix muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice. He quickly scanned the post for any clues, annoyed by the breach of privacy and wondering who could have tipped off the media.
"Maybe fans were taking pictures," Tyrell suggested over the phone. Hendrix considered this possibility, realizing that in a public place like Target, anyone could have recognized him and snapped a photo. It annoyed him that they were being watched so closely, but he knew it was part of being in the public eye.
"She probably don't care about this post, Hendrix," Tyrell continued, trying to downplay the situation. "She's not the type to let stuff like this get to her." He paused, waiting for Hendrix's reaction, knowing how protective he could be.
"Imma text her," Hendrix said, deciding to reach out to Sage directly. He wanted to check in with her and see how she felt about the unexpected attention from the post. He quickly pulled up her contact and started typing a message.
Hendrix opened their message thread and began typing:"Yo, Sage. Just saw the Shade Room post. You good? Don't let these people get in your head. Hit me back when you can." He hit send and waited for her response, hoping she wasn't too upset by the situation.
Despite the concern he expressed in the message, Hendrix wasn't truly interested in Sage's opinion on the situation; he just wanted her to text him back. He stared at his phone, anticipation building as he waited for a reply, his curiosity piqued more by the chance to maintain control over the situation than by any genuine worry for her feelings.
"Did she reply back, man?" Tyrell asked, looking down at the phone with curiosity. Hendrix glanced at his phone again, checking for any new messages, and shook his head slightly, indicating that he hadn't heard from Sage yet.
"Nah, man, she hasn't replied back," Hendrix said, sounding a bit frustrated. "Should I pull up to her crib?" He looked at the phone , contemplating whether to take a more direct approach to get a response from Sage.
"Shit, just don't get caught up in a lie when she asks you how you knew her addy," Tyrell advised over the phone, a hint of caution in his voice. He knew Hendrix needed to tread carefully if he decided to go to Sage's place unannounced.
