When Mercedes Mauricio, a successful interior designer is left by her multi-millionaire fiancé weeks before their wedding day, she is left hurt, embarrassed and disgusted by love. After being ridiculed by tabloids and social media, she decides to sh...
Trey Songz's POV "Is this mic working,"I asked, tapping the center of it for confirmation.
"Yes, it should be...let's go," my manager jojo confirmed, while rallying up the rest of my team towards the front of the arena. We walked towards the stage where the stage executive stood and engaged in small talks before my opening act, Victoria Monet was closing out. I saw the stage lights go out cueing my time to run on stage.
The deejay announced my name and I heard a sea of people screaming at the top of their lungs. I couldn't help but smile, this is what I live for my fans and supporters. I was co-headlining a tour with Breezy in support of our sixth studio album and tonight was our second to last night on stage together in Charlotte, North Carolina. After singing a few songs, the deejay started playing a familiar track of Chris, signaling his presence arriving on stage. Breezy came out from the opposite side of where I came out. The crowd immediately went wild. Smoke effects began foaming as we sung back and forth to our song '24 hours.'
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After performing I caught up with Breezy and my homeboys who were waiting in my dressing room, Jojo threw me a towel as I crashed myself on the couch. I was exhausted between catching a red-eye to Charlotte for LA to sound check for 5 hours. But all that diminished when I hit the stage, now I'm just high off adrenaline.
"Yo, Breezy great show tonight, my nigga." I shouted over the various conversations around us.
"You know it!" He dapped, "You weren't so bad yourself." I immediately flick him off before laughing at his joke.
"You know sing better than you,"I smirked, bringing up the never-end quest many of our fans often bring up.
"Nigga please," He laughed, "Get the fuck out of here." Now it was my turn to laugh.
"Don't deny it," I shrugged before grabbing a bottle of water off the table. He brushed me off. Chris switches subjects and we start talking about our boy, Terrance and the grand opening of his club, record labels and our new album coming out. While Breezy was talking but my mind flowed to Mercedes and I pulled out my phone and checked to see if she had texted me. This was becoming a common thing, even when I didn't want to. I refreshed my app to see if my texts just weren't going through but no text popped up. I try to play it off like I wasn't hurt by her 'no-respond' and resume the convo.
"Aye man," I said, locking my phone. "I'm thinking about hiring somebody to decorate my house after it's done being renovated."
"What? You gay now, too."
"What no! A nigga can't decor his house without being gay now."I asked
"It be the gay niggas that be wanting to do allat extra shit." I give him a look. "I'm just saying though."
"But you got every single one of your houses decorated... so what does that mean for you." I smirked. We busted out laughing.
"True!"
"The ladies would love a guy who puts effort into their house decor." I added, "so you know someone or not."
"There's this firm...,"He said, rubbing his chin. "They did the houses I have in LA and I think they have a firm down in ATL as well."
"Foreal dawg, what the name of it." I asked. He tapped something on his phone before showing me their instagram page.
"Jackson Interior Design Firm," I read, "Ohh yea, their shit is dope...I'm gonna have my people book me an appointment."
"Yup go and check them out and let me know how it goes bro," He nodded.
"No doubt." I dapped him.
"Aye, look man,"Breezy stood up. "I'm head out, I got this redbone shawty waiting for me back at the hotel..and you know..——
"Just go man."I laughed at his foolishness before getting up for a shower.
