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

7. All mine

Aaliyah

So we got our new girl a couple of weeks ago, and honestly, I don't like her. She's always trying to outsing me, and she's always trying to flirt with my man. Not any man, my man, she does be testing me, but I'm a lady. I'm not going to fight her at my place of work.

I grabbed my purse off the counter and went outside to wait for Pac to come and pick me up. I put my head down, swinging my legs. "Oh my god, mom, it's Aaliyah!" Somebody squealed.

I looked up and saw a little caucasian girl with a notepad and pen. I gave her a huge smile as she approached me.

"Hi, sweetheart," I said.

"Hi, I love you so much. I'm only your biggest fan!" She squealed again.

I giggled, signing her notepad, "Aw, I love you too, sweetheart, stay in school."

"Thank you so much." Her mother said.

"It wasn't a problem." Pac pulled up. I ran to the car hopping inside, but then...

"Oh my god, oh my god, mommy, it's Tupac too!" She squealed once more.

Pac got out of the car and gave her his autograph. We drove off; he turned to me smiling, "Why were you sitting outside, baby?"

"I just wanted some fresh air."

"Aight, let's get to the studio. We got some work to do."

"Is Tasha gonna be in the studio?"

"Yep. She's working on some song."

I rolled my eyes and turned to the window, "Look, girl. I know you don't like her, but she's new to Makaveli Records."

"Pac, she's stank, and I think she likes you."

"I'll keep an eye on her aight, but for right now. We got to get started on this album." He said, causing me to smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, really, so no, Tasha, today she's gonna be in the other studio. It's gonna be just me and you tonight."

I smiled, "I love you, Pac."

"I love you more." He responded. I pecked his lips.

We finished driving to Makaveli Records. We walked inside, and Tasha sat at a table like she was waiting for us. She shot up, smiling at Pac.

"Tupac, your here." She tried to hug him, but he put some keys in front of her.

"What're these for?" She asked in confusion.

"You gon be working with the outlaws. Today, Tasha, Aaliyah, and I need the upstairs studio to make our album together." He said the last part, wrapping his arm around my waist.

I smiled, looking at the floor after she left. Finally, we went upstairs to the studio. We walked in and sat down together, and started writing our lyrics for the album.

I was so happy. We were finally starting on our album together. The only reason we were beginning is the whole thing with Suge's dumb-ass contracts. God, I hate him, but Pac talked to Suge last week, and I guess he let me off. I didn't know how he did it, but it's done.

•••

"That was great, baby!" Pac complimented me taking his headphones off.

"Thanks, you were great also, Pac." I smiled, taking off mine. I walked up to him, and he walked up to me; we shared a long kiss.

He started tugging on my clothes. The sound of a loud clapping noise interrupted us. Pac fixed my shirt, and we turned around, and it was that annoying bitch, Tasha.

Ugh, I can't stand her. What does she want now? She's always doing this. She had two bottles of water and two sandwiches I had prepared for Pac and me.

"Do you ever knock?" I spat.

"Yeah. I just made Tupac and me some lunch." She said, setting the food down like he was actually about to eat with her.

He sat beside her and grabbed a bag, "What's sup. Why you always busting in on me and my girl?" He raised a brow.

"You know, baby, I was just gonna ask that.'' I chimed in with sarcastic joy, my eyes wide as I stared at her.

"I just thought that these were your lunches." She explained.

"Thanks, Tasha, now get back to work, please. Makaveli records is getting stale as fuck, so me and baby girl have some work to do, and so do you, aight."

"They not even here." She rolled her eyes.

"Kastro is here now go, I heard his new shit, and it's the bomb. He's in the studio working. Tell him what I said, then go and start your part cause we need to release new music."

She sighed and got up, heading to the door, but Pac grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks, "Why don't you come and have lunch with us when you finish." Pac suggested.

"Oh, I would love to see you then." She headed for the door again, and she left out.

Pac tried to kiss me, but I swerved him quick. He looked at me for a sec, then shook his head, went to the booth, and started rapping. I rolled my eyes, plopping down on the couch putting my hair behind my ear.

•••

"That was great." Said Pac. Yeah, we made up and talked about some things.

I got up in my sports bra and his underwear, "Yeah. Are you ready for lunch now, baby?" I asked.

He laughed, "Yeah."

I grabbed our food and heated it up, "I made your favorite, baby boy." I said, handing him his wings and orange pop.

"Thanks, baby."

"You deserve it after working so hard." I giggled.

"Shit, lord knows I do." He said, shaking his head.

"Aw baby, why don't we go on a tiny three-week vk. It would be fun, no work or no studio, just you, me, and a huge hotel sweet with some Hennessy." I pecked his lips.

"That sounds great, baby. I mean, really, now, though? We haven't released any new music since we left death row records." He said he was making a huge point, but he definitely could use a break.

"We're almost done with our cd, just one last song to go. Then, after we finish that, I say we release some music we've been working on for a while. I mean, we've been doing more fuckin than writing lately, and that's not right. I mean, come on, man, we can do it. We just need some time to think it over, and then we're done." I told him, hoping to make him feel a bit better.

"Aight." He sipped his pop, "I agree, so after lunch, let's go and do some more writing."

"Sounds great."

I smiled, "I love you, Pac."

"I love you too, baby girl."

After lunch, we gave our leftovers to Kast and Tasha, and I think she was sucking him off cause when I came down with the food, she was wiping her mouth like crazy, and he was smirking. If she was, good, hopefully, they could go together, because Pac is my love and I'll fight for what's mine, all mine..............