Love Is A Battle Field (Fourth Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 42: Studio Time

Junior's POV

"You are too much for me, girl..." I grinned, biting my lower lip as she sat down in my lap. "Just way too much...."

"Um, excuse me?" A voice sounded over the intercom.

I pushed the girl off of my lap and whirled my chair around, scooting up to the controls outside of the studio booth.

I pressed down on the intercom button. "Yeah, Tanya. What's up?"

I saw her pull her headphones off and hang them up on the mic stand. What's her deal? She threw her lyric sheet on the ground and stormed out of the booth.

"What a drama queen..." The groupie giggled.

I cut my eyes at her. "Shut up, Samantha."

"It's Serena." She scoffed.

I rolled my eyes and stood up as Tanya burst through the booth door. "What's wrong, babe? You were doing great."

She smacked her lips. "Don't you "babe" me. Do you think I didn't see that?"

I wrinkled my eyebrows. "See what?"

She gestured toward the fan girl. "You and this bitch all cuddled up..."

"Who you calling a bitch?"

I placed my hands on Tanya's shoulders to calm her down. "It's not what it looks like, T. Sonya and I are just friends-"

"It's SERENA. Is that so hard to remember?"

Tanya glared at her. "Maybe if you spent more time having a conversation than you did on your knees he would remember your name." She snapped.

My eyes widened. Oh shit. I am not in the mood to break up a cat fight.

"Bitch, you don't know me!" Salima shouted.

Tanya rolled her eyes. "And I don't want to know you. You're not special, honey..."

I sighed and ran my hands over my head. "Stacy, can you please leave?"

"It's Serena-"

"Bitch, he said leave!" Tanya barked.

Sarah grabbed her purse from the leather couch in the back of the room and pranced toward the door.

She turned back to face before leaving the room. "Call me..." She winked with an evil smirk, shutting the door behind her.

I took a deep breath before focusing my attention back on Tanya. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked.

"You know what the hell that was about. Don't try to act innocent..."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm not acting like anything. I seriously don't understand what's wrong with you."

Her eyes widened. "What's wrong with me? What's WRONG with me?!"

I took a few steps backward, a little frightened by her tone. "Hey, calm down, alright?"

"No!" She shouted. "You have the nerve to sit there and disrespect me right to my face and then act like there's something "wrong" with me? The real question is what the fuck is wrong with you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, babe... You know these kind of these things happen..."

She scrunched her eyebrows. "What kind of things?"

I snorted. "I'm a celebrity... I'm going to be surrounded by beautiful women everywhere I go. It just comes with the territory."

"There's a difference between being around them and fucking them, J!"