You Got My Soul (Bryson Tiller)

Drinks On Us

(Kiana in the mm)

Bryson POV✨

Say, baby, I had to mention,
That if you were a star,
You'd be the one I'm searchin' for...

My alarm rung and my eyes snapped open. I looked down at the soft arm that was wrapped around my bare chest and bit my cheek.

...heard that you a student,
Workin weekends in the city--

I tapped snooze and gently unwrapped Bianca from me. Once I was free, I walked over to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I studied my reflection in the mirror. My beard was getting a little long. I would need to trim it soon.

"Bry?" A voice called from my bed. "Babe, where you at?"

"I'm in the bathroom, Bianca." I said groggily. I heard no response, so I turned on the shower and ran the hot water for a bit.

I stepped into the shower once it got hot enough and hoped that Bianca had got the hint and left by now.  Once I felt sure, I began singing Gimme That by Chris Brown as I scrubbed my shoulders.

"That's not one of yours, is it?" Bianca asked behind me. I put my hand on my heart, startled. I hadn't even heard her get into the shower.

"N-Nah, B, that's Chris Brown." I kept my back to her as I continued to scrub my arms. I felt her long nails slowly draw circles in my back. I loved that. "B, not now. I just put it down on ya a while ago."

"I know, but..." Her index finger slid down to the small of my back. Then she began to work her hands over to the front. Before she could grab anything, I grabbed her wrists and peeled her fingers off me.

"B, you should go home. I'm not feelin' it right nah." I kept my back turned to her to avoid eye contact and continued to shower.

"Fine," she scoffed, snatching a towel off the rack. "Bitch-ass."

I shook my head and continued to shower. I started to sing again.

"Mama you may be three years older, but you hot, gimme that..."

Bianca POV👿

I couldn't believe Bryson was just gonna blow me off like that. I angrily gathered up my stuff, cursing under my breath.

These days, I'm letting God handle all things above me,
The things I can't change are the reason you love me...

Bryson's phone vibrated on his nightstand. I looked at the caller I.D.

                         Kiana🌹

Who the fuck was this bitch? He didn't ever mention no Kiana. I pressed accept and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi, is Bryson there? I called him a couple times last night. He didn't answer, so--" The girl asked softly.

"He was with me." I cut in.

It was silent for a bit. "Oh...well is he around? I would really like to speak to him concerning--"

"Ya'll fuckin'?"

"What? No, no, it's not like that it's just that--"

"Then why you callin' my man?"

"Your man...Bryson?"

"Yeah, who else?"

"Um, I'm sorry, I just want to speak to him for a sec--"

"I don't know if he wants to talk to you right now, honey. We're pretty busy." I smirked.