Rave & Roses {A Rema Fanfic}

30 - Divine

Today was the day of my concert in Abuja, and I was buzzing with excitement. The crowd was hyped, the energy was electric, and the lingering drama about the "mystery girl" seemed to have finally calmed down. My team assured me that the label was working on further damage control, though I wasn't privy to the details. I figured as long as Zara was safe from the spotlight, I could handle whatever came next.

Before heading to the stage, I made a quick FaceTime call to Zara. I needed to see her face, even if just for a moment.

When she answered, she looked like she had just woken up, her hair messy and her face free of makeup. To me, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Good morning, superstar," she teased, her sleepy voice sending a warmth through me.

"Good morning, beautiful," I said, smiling so wide my cheeks hurt. "How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted. These photoshoots are killing me," she said with a yawn, then smirked. "But don't worry about me. Focus on your show. Big night, huh?"

"Yeah. I just wish you were here with me," I admitted, running a hand through my hair. "Everything feels better when you're around."

She grinned. "I am there—with you. Right here in your heart, remember?"

I chuckled, shaking my head at her cheesiness. "You're lucky you're cute."

We joked for a bit longer until my team called for me. She wished me good luck, and I told her I loved her before hanging up. I felt lighter after talking to her, ready to give the crowd my all.

Backstage was a whirlwind of activity—managers barking orders, crew members hustling to get everything perfect, and stylists fussing over my outfit. I was trying to zone out, focusing on my upcoming performance, when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," I called, expecting one of my team members.

Instead, it was Arya. She strutted in like she owned the place, wearing a tight, shimmering outfit that clung to her curves. Her hair was perfectly styled, her makeup flawless, and she had that sly smirk on her face that always spelled trouble.

"Hey, Divine," she said, her tone playful. "Just came to wish you luck tonight."

"Thanks, Arya," I replied curtly, trying to keep things professional. "Appreciate it."

She didn't leave. Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes roaming over me in a way that made me uncomfortable.

"You know," she started, her voice dripping with faux innocence, "you've been avoiding me lately. Did I do something wrong?"

I sighed, standing up and crossing the room to grab a water bottle. "Arya, I've been busy. You know how it is."

She followed me, her steps slow and deliberate. "Busy, huh? Too busy to talk to me, but not too busy for... whoever she is?"

I froze, my grip tightening on the bottle. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She laughed, a low, mocking sound. "Oh, come on, Divine. Everyone knows there's someone. The 'mystery girl.'" She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But I don't get it. Why her? Why not me?"

I turned to face her, my patience wearing thin. "Arya, we've been over this. Whatever we had was a long time ago. I'm with someone now, and I'm happy."

Her smirk faltered, but only for a moment. Then, to my shock, she took another step closer and placed her hands on my chest.

"You're happy?" she said, her voice soft and teasing. "But what about me? Don't you remember how good we were together?"

I grabbed her wrists, gently but firmly removing her hands. "Arya, stop. This isn't funny."