"La'Shauntae! My doll, how are you?" The English accent filled Tae's ears as she put the women on speakerphone.
"Hello, Mrs. Wintour. I'm great and you?" She answered back as she handed Drake a stack of white t-shirts.
After flying in from Austin, Texas it was was back to California to the Estate. Multiple suitcases filled with clothes, shoes, hats, and jeweler lined the floor of Drake's master bedroom, that was the same size as a whole apartment in New York. She sat Indian style on top of the four-sided dresser that was placed in the center of his large walk-in closet.
"I'm fabulous darling. I was calling to let you know The Metropolitan has their annual Vogue showcase along with the dinner on the 27th of October. I would love for you to join me for both." She spoke as Tae smiled at her English accent. While listening Tae handed Drake another stack of shirts, he grabbed the stack and placed them in his closet where he wanted them. Drake was very particular about how and where he liked his things.
"So let that handsome boyfriend of yours know you will be joining me this October in New York. I will not take no for an answer." She continued, Tae looked up at Drake who was leaning against a section of shelving with his arms crossed, a small smile was on his face as he nodded his head up and down.
"It would be my pleasure to join you, Anna." Tae said as she smiled calling her by the nickname she had given her when she first met the women at 16.
"Perfect, I'll have Clair txt you all of the information. Bye doll." She said to Tae before hanging up.
Tae placed her phone next to her on the dresser, she smiled at Drake as he pushed himself off of the shelving and walked over to her, he placed his hand on her hips and pulled her across the smooth dresser top closer to him. Her legs uncrossed and he positioned himself in between her legs, her arms went around his neck. Drake stood there looking at her for a moment as if he was examining her face. He looked at her eyes, her nose, and her lips.
"What's wrong?" She asked as her head went to the side and her eyebrows frowned. Drake remand quiet, still looking at her. His face was serious, it showed no emotion, he was unreadable.
"Nothing. Just taking in how beautiful you are." He finally said, but his facial expressions remained the same.
"Aww, thank you." She replied with a smile as she removed her arms from his neck. With one hand she pulled the elastic black hair-tie from her wrist and began to pull her thick hair into a topknot. Drake grabbed the elastic hair-tie from her fingers and laid it on the dresser top.
"Leave it down, I like pulling your hair." He said closing the very small gap between them and pressing himself against her, he leaned down and began kissing the crook of her neck.
"Oh, you like pulling it huh!?" She said back with a smile on her face, her arms went back around his neck and her left hand was placed on the back of his head.
"I looovvveee pulling it. He growled as he reached up and grabbed a handful of Tae's hair pulling it down to expose more of her neck he continued playfully pecking kisses on her throat and jawline. His full beard tickled her neck as her head fell back and she fell into a laughing fit.
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Tae walked behind everyone in the crew as she spoke on the with the manager of Drake's favorite restaurant in LA called Mr. Nice Guy. Drake had fallen in love with the old school mafia feel of the dimly lit Italian restaurant. Not to mention that the authentic Italian food was hands down the best in LA. Drake's father was in town and wanted to spend time. Drake's eyes lit up as he randomly decided to take everyone and his father to dinner to catch up.
He watched Tae's every move as she spoke on the phone, letting the manager know Drake would be coming in 20 minutes, he and the manager became great friends as Drake began to frequently visit the restaurant. He admired her as she pushed the hair from the right side of her head to the left side. She wore a tight black corset top, a black fitted blazer with a pair of dark denim skinny jeans that looked painted on her heels were 7inches high and black with a red bottom. A four tooth gold grill was placed on the bottom row of her four front teeth. Drake smiled and shook his head as he looked at the grill, that was one of the things he loved about her, she could literally make anything look good. Her sense of style was different, just like his. How was it possible she could rock a gold grill but still look so classy.
Drake grabbed his phone sliding his thumb across the front screen. He pulled his Instagram up and opened the front camera, he held his phone up to get Tae's whole body in the frame and snapped a photo. Tae looked up in the direction of the flash, with the phone still visibly pressed to her ear. He skipped over the filters, in the caption, he typed 'Right Hand' and posted the photo. It didn't take long for Drake and Tae's phone to light up with notifications.
As she hung up she made her way to the black SUV her heels clicked against the stone walkway. Drake got out, grabbing her hand he helped her into the backseat taking the seat next to her. His arm draped around her shoulder as she scrolled through her Instagram notifications. She chuckled to herself as she read through the comments. Drake looked over her shoulder as he read them with her.
"Right Hand huh?" She asked as she looked at him. He turned his head forward looking out the front windshield.
"Where you think the song came from?" He said back to her still looking out the windshield. Tae looked at him her face covered in amusement.
"Wait! What? ..... That song is about me?" She asked, now with curiosity all over her face. Drake turned his head with a straight face.
"Who else did you think it was about?" He finished turning his head to look forward again, Tae's eyes remained on him. She laughed not believing him. His face was still serious. Tae began singing the lyrics in her head. As she frowned her eyebrows, her eyes moved left to right.
'You my right hand, you my go to.'
- referencing her to be not only his personal assistant, but his girlfriend. His go to.
'Told me everything about you, that's a bold move.'
- referring to her telling about the women she dated that she's never talked about.
"I know that you out here and there's things you gotta go through."
- referring to the fact that she's got a past that is now being brought up.
"Just know that these streets just don't love you like I do and they never will."
- referring to her ex's that are now trying to put her business and past on blast, and they'll never appreciate her the way he does.
Tae's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she began to sing the first verse in her head, the course, then the second verse. Everything was in code. Things that she said to him. wanting to go on vacation, working out to destress, not seeing anyone even though she and Drake weren't committed, the kind of car she wanted. Sure she had heard the song thousands of times but she figured he was talking about a past experience with a woman, but at that moment the song made total sense.
"Glad you figured it out." He said she turned her head looking at him in surprise. Drake was still facing forward with a smile on his face. He knew she was going over the lyrics in her head he knew she was decoding the song.
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