A one night stand turns into a budding romance between successful rapper Pluto and influencer Aaliyah.
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The past few months have been so up and down. I finally released my album and it's been in the top 10 for 9 weeks. My professional life was always easy. I'm good at this music shit and my city ride for me no matter what. I should be happy but things with Liyah have been a bit off to say the least. We finally made it to a year of being together and even though we haven't been arguing, it doesn't feel how it used to. With me working on my album and her balancing influencing and doing makeup, it seemed like we were using our careers to keep us distracted from everything. She mostly sleeps in her guest room or in Londyn's room when she comes over to visit and only sleeps in our bedroom when she wants sex. I questioned her about it, wondering where we were going with our relationship and she suggested we see a therapist to help us work through it. So here we are.
"Nayvadius?" Dr. Lane began, struggling to say my name.
"Just Pluto," I interrupted.
"Pluto, why do you think Aaliyah suggested therapy for you two?"
"Couldn't tell you. I haven't done anything."
"So things are going well?"
"Nah, far from it."
"What seems to be the problem?"
"Ask her. She the one made the appointment."
"Aaliyah? Why therapy?"
"I just feel like we need help getting through this rough patch," she spoke softly.
"We could've fixed this on our own if you would stop avoiding me," I responded.
