𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐰. || 𝐚. 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 & 𝐭. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫

5. What could go wrong?

Aaliyah

Pac and I finally found a Dj two weeks ago, and we finished our song, it's number one on the charts, and it is also the most played on the radio. We got our invites to the Grammys, and I'm so excited.

Death row's never been better. Pac told me just wait; I just rolled my eyes and shrugged. I mean, everything seems normal. What could go wrong?

I heard a knock on my dressing room door, "Who is it?" I asked, putting on some red lipstick.

"Um, Aaliyah? The photographer is ready for your Photoshoot." My manager replied through the door.

"Okay, I'll be out in a sec."

I grabbed my purse and walked out of my dressing room. I walked up to the photographer smiling brightly.

"Good afternoon Ms. Aaliyah." The photographer guy said, kissing my hand.

I smiled, "Good afternoon."

"Are you all set?"

"Yes, I am."

He nodded, "Great, follow me."

•••

"And cut!" The director yelled.

Pac and I are doing a music video for our song. We just finished the last part of the video. I smiled, sighing in relief we were finally done.

"You were great, baby girl," Pac told me, smiling.

I smiled back, "Thanks, baby, so were you." I kissed him.

"Thanks, girl."

"So, um, what do you wanna do now?" I asked him, rubbing his chest.

He smirked at me, biting his lip, "We could go back to my place and chill."

"Sure."

We walked into his vast house. I smiled at him before walking over to his couch and sitting down. He came over and sat next to me.

"So tell me. How you liking death row?" He asked me, pouring us some wine.

"It's great, actually." I nodded, taking the glass.

"How much are you getting paid, if you don't mind me asking, baby girl."

"Well, I only released about five songs with them so far, and I didn't get much." I took a sip of wine.

He nodded, sipping his glass, "And what did Suge tell you?"

"He said money takes time, which makes sense."

"All of your five songs were number one. Come on, baby girl, how don't you see it."

"I'm just not jumping to conclusions," I said, finishing my wine.

"Trust me when you sign with death row. This is the time to leave before your fucking broke."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, I'm not going anywhere. Everything's fine, Pac." I assured him.

"Yeah, I hope so." Pac sighed.

"Let's stop worrying about work for a minute," I suggested.

He smirked at me. He grabbed my waist, pressing his lips against mine. I smirked, kissing him back. He deepened the kiss gliding his tongue into my mouth. I rubbed my hand down his chest and into his pants. He slid his hands down my back squeezing my ass.

I started to rub his tip with my thumb lightly. I felt him groan in my mouth. He swooped me up and carried us upstairs. We entered his bedroom. He laid us on the bed, and we started undressing each other quickly. He started kissing my boobs.

I closed my eyes, moaning softly. He planted soft kisses on my breast and stomach. He started spelling his name to me; I nearly passed out.

"Shit!" I moaned, pushing his head in deeper.

He swirled his tongue in a circle around my entrance, driving me crazy. He pushed his tongue inside of me, thrusting it hard.

"Yes!" I moaned, gripping the sheets tighter.

He replaced his middle finger where his tongue was and pushed it inside of me, making me arch my back higher up off the bed. Pac added another finger, "Pac, baby!" I screamed, holding his arms.

"Scream my name, baby girl." He said, sucking on my neck, still pumping his fingers in and out of me.

I came on his fingers, and he pulled them out, licking them both clean, winking at me; it drove me crazy. I hopped on him, kissing his lips. I started tongue kissing him as I slid down on him.

"Shit." He groaned, grabbing my waist and making me go faster. I moaned, scratching his chest. Going faster, Pac changed positions and thrust inside of me.

I screamed to the top of my lungs as he pounded inside me, "Baby can---." I moaned out. I couldn't even really talk. His hip movement became more complex and faster than before.

"Baby, I'm gonna, uhhh!" I screamed before releasing my juices everywhere. I felt a substance inside me, but I was too into the moment to care. He pulled out and pecked my lips.

"I love you, Aaliyah." He said.

I started cheesing, "You do?"

"Yes, I do." He smiled back.

I blushed, "Well, I love you too."

He smiled, kissing my forehead, "I need a shower. Round 2?" He asked, smirking at me. I smirked back. He picked me up and carried us into the bathroom.

•••

Pac and I were lying in bed. I smiled as I laid my head on his chest. "Pac, next week, I was thinking we should start an album together," I suggested.

"That sounds great, baby, but you know I'm leaving next week." I sat up looking at him, and I was shocked.

"What?"

To be continued.......