Lyon Dynasty: Season 2 // Hakeem Love Story

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Keem POV

I'm back ya'll..

I was runnin round the house tryna pick up the bongs and bottles of alcohol me and lani had on the floor.. Yeah, we had a little fun last night. But my mom bangin on the door cause I gotta get to this interview with sway so i'm tryna hide this shit so she don't get on my case.

"Hakeem! Get yo ass up! You know you gotta be on Sway in the mo-" I turned off the Security Intercom and opened the door for her.

"Oh great" she said as she walked in and saw the bottles on the table and the bong that I tried to hide but failed. "Just great. You know, the night before Jamal had to do Sway, he was in bed by 10 PM. You know why? Because that is called professionalism"

"Well I'm not Jamal."

"Babe, have you seen my panties from last night!?" Lani asked from upstairs not knowing Ma was here.

"Nah, I think I left em down here!" I yelled back up too her

"And what the fuck did you do with my 95 dollar Bra!?" She said, running downstairs.. This girl and her expensive ass Bra's and Panties

"That's probably down here too" I said before she came in the living room and saw Ma right next to me. She was only wearing a bra and panties so her face got red when she saw her

"Um.. Hey ma" She said all nervous

"You lucky I love you, Now hurry up and get dressed so we can leave, both of you!"

I just realized i aint even have a shirt on

"Oh and, ya panties are right there" Ma said as she pointed to the table

Lani grabbed em and ran back upstairs

"Little nasty asses."

I laughed before running upstairs too

Lani POV

I'm so fuckin embarrassed right now! Why the hell wouldn't He tell me Cookie was here. Aye, coudla been worse. I got in the shower real quick then got dressed. (Media) When everything was ready, we drove to the Radio studio. Sway greeted us then walked with Hakeem, into the studio room. Sway pushed a button then hopped on the radio

"Welcome to sway in the morning and today, i'm here with my boy Hakeem Lyon."

"Wassup wassup"

I smiled at the sight of my baby.

"Aight, Hakeem i heard you got some new music you wanna give to the world today."

"Yeah, I got a new song called Bout 2 Blow featurin Timbaland."

"Here we go, Bout 2 Blow by Hakeem Lyon featuring Timbaland" Sway said before he pressed a button and the music started. After the Radio interview, we headed over to Dynasty and met with the rest of the girls Keem chose for his group. The thing is, I don't fuckin know who Keem chose, He kept it a secret.

"Aight baby, when you meet the girls, you gotta promise to be nice." Keem said before we walked in

"Why wouldn't I be nice?"

"Cause you might not like who I picked." Uhh..Okay. We walked farther into the building and into Cookie's office. When we got there, there were to girls from the audition that I remembered.

"Hey girls, ya'll ready to get to business?" Cookie said before sitting behind her desk. They bot said yeah then Hakeem introduced us. Just then, someone walked in. I turned to see that lil bitch Valentina coming in.

"Um Hakeem, you said three girl group. Not four." She said as she looked at me.

" V, just sit down please." She sat in the seat next to one of the girls, Marisol.

Ohhh, there's nicknames now. Shut up Lani, you sound like a jealous girlfriend.

Cookie went over contracts and shit then Keem turned to me for a name.

"What about Mirage a Trois?"

"That's better than my Skittles ass name." Keem said

Valentina made a face then got on her phone.

"Great name, but we need to start workin on music Asap so look on ya phones. Go to your email and practice that song." We'll meet in the studio in an hour.

*An hour later*

"Where you at? Come get it. Just do it"

"Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it, Do..
Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it, Where you at? Come get it. Just do it" We sang in the booth

Suddenly the music stopped, so I looked at the window and saw Keem and Cookie havin one of they regularly scheduled arguments. I took the headphones off and sat in the chair, on my phone as they talked.

"Ladies can we do the hook again please? Thank you" Cookies voice filled the booth. I got up and put the headphones back on.

"Valentina?" Keem said. I looked back and saw that bitch still on her phone.

"What?!" She said with an attitude.

"Uh, bitch. Sing the damn song!" I snapped back. She get on my damn nerves!

"Baby!" Keem yelled. "Valentina, sing please." He added

She just looked at him

"Please?" he said with a puppy dog face. I should slap this nigga. She smiled then came back to the mic. We did the hook again then finished recording

"Perfect! Thanks girls." Cookie said. I put my Head phones on the stand then walked out of the booth. Keem tried to hug me but I stopped that real quick and pulled him into the hall

"What i do?" He asked

"Are you out of ya damn mind puttin this bitch in the group?"

"Baby I ha-"

"No the fuck you didn't have to. You just wanted to. You know i dont like her ass and you still put her in the fucking group!"

"Baby I'm sorry"

"Nah. It's okay. you must not care about my opinion anyway so I don't know why i'm gettin myself all mad. You gon see why I don't like her when she fucks up and does some grimy shit to you."

"Babe wait" he said as I started walking away. I walked out and got in my car then drove home.

I can't believe this nigga wanted to add this bitch to the group knowing I don't like her after she was actin like a little bitch during the damn audition. Did he think she was just having a bad fuckin day or some shit? Nahhhh, she a bitch period. He should know not to even look at a bitch that I don't fuckin like. But he wanna add her to the group.

My phone dinged and the little notification bar came up with a post notification on Instagram from Hakeem. I tapped on the notification and it brought me to Hakeem's post. It was a pic of him and Valentina with the caption, "Follow the beautiful @ValentinaGalindo. 1/4 of Mirage a Trois" I instantly got mad and text Keem.

"Since you wanna be stupid, Don't come home. I'll see you at Dynasty tomorrow."

a few seconds later he text me back saying he was sorry.. blah blah blah. I dont give a fuck.

Sorry for the waaaiitt.

-Breezy