Jacques Webster is used to being the center of attention, he's used to captivating everybody with his talent, creativity and his actions.
After meeting a woman who seemed to have the world on her shoulders he attempts to help her out from under her...
We landed in Cali at about 5 am but we spent at least an hour inside dealing with immigration for Kae.
I called an uber and by the time we got outside, it was madness.
There was fucking paparazzi everywhere, pulled Kai back towards the reception of the airport and pulled the shade and a hoodie out of my bag and helped her put them on.
The uber driver called me telling me exactly where he was and that he was coming to help us with our luggage.
We waited til he got inside and he pushed the trolley while we walked behind him, pushing our way through the crowd of fucking idiots flashing cameras in my face.
They were throwing questions left, right and center as I pulled her through the crowd, they were hot and sweaty and they stank.
"Travis how was Jamaica?" "Travis when's the album coming out?" "Travis are you still with Rihanna?" "Are you cheating on Rihanna? "Did you bring home a Jamaican hoe?"
I felt my hand drop from Kae's and I turned towards the nigga to my right.
"What the fuck did you just say?" "A who yah bloodclaat talk bout?"
We said to the fat ass, pink, pasty skinned nigga in the cargo shorts.
"Didn't expect you to bring home your trash." He said laughing.
I looked at Kae and she looked livid.
She stepped towards him, the lights were still flashing, the videos were still being taken and she snapped.
She kicked him in the chest, and her foot stayed on his chest til he was flat on his back.
She looked down on him and I've honestly never heard anyone curse that way.
"Suck yuh bloodclaat madda."
And she moved away from him. I laughed and grabbed her hand and continued to push my way through, raising my middle finger for the cameras.
I knew she was gonna make life fun.
As soon as I got to my house my phone started going off.
It was Nat.
I ignored it, turning off my phone and turning to Kae. I helped her with her bags, bringing them up to the front porch. I lived in a terrace house, minimalist, wood, black pane and glass finishing.
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It was supposed to be shared but I bought the whole thing, it would make it easier because now I could give her her own space.
The houses were connected in a way that you could pass over to the other house on each level by glass sliding doors.
It was perfect.
"Remember when you were worried about being in my personal space?" I asked her, taking the spare key of my key ring.
"Yes?" She said picking up her bag and looking at me.
"You have your own space, the houses are separate but they're attached, I got them to create merges and glass doors on each level so you can always come over and you can even spend the night if you want." I told her, she raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, you can have your space, but you're my girlfriend, a niggas gonna want you by his side all day yknow."
I picked her stuff up and carried it into the house, she trailed behind me taking in the interior, we went up the wood stairs to the second level.
She was looking around taking it all in.
"Baby?" I called to her.
She raised her eyebrows at me while chewing on her lip and still looking around.
"You iight?" I asked. She nodded in reply.
I let that slide and walked to her bedroom pushing the door open and depositing her luggage in the open walk in closet.
She walked around the room observing it, running her hands against the border of the wall of mirrors, her reflection was mesmerizing.
She looked lost.
"Kae."
She looked at me from the mirror, I motioned for her to come to me.
I finished putting her suitcase away and moved towards her bed.
I laid on it waiting for her to get to me. When she did I pulled her on top of me hugging her to my body.
She wrapped her hands around my neck laying on top of me.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, massaging her scalp.
"Why are you doing this, helping me?" She replied, looking directly into my eyes.
"Cause, honestly, Aura........ I don't know what this is. I don't know what to call it but whatever the fuck it is I'm feeling I wanna call it love."
I caressed her face.
"Baby girl I'm in love with you, trust me."
Her eyes were getting cloudy, I didn't know if she was gonna cry but I didn't want her to.
She's dealt with enough negativity for the rest of her life.
I rubbed her back soothingly.
"Look I'm gonna order some food and we can both take a shower and be out by the time it gets here, then we can just chill and go to sleep. You'll need it cause you're not leaving my side tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" She raised her eyebrow, sitting up to straddle me.
"Have a lotta shit to take care of now that I'm back." I told her while playing with her fingers.
"Yeah, but why am I not leaving your side?" She asked.
"Cause I wanna introduce you to my life." I frowned at her.
I wanted this to be able to drive around with my girlfriend going to studio sessions, introducing her to my friends, get her opinion on my clothes.
Relationship shit yknow?
"I get that Jacques. But ease me into it. I know how fucked up this shit can get. Have a feeling my face already deh pon all the blogs in the world." She sighed, she twisted the patois into her words so smoothly it almost made my dick rise.
I thought about what she said and she was right. It's rough as fuck out here. You can't do shit without everyone knowing what or who you did it with.
These blogs probably knew what color my shit was.
"Okay I'll ease you into it. But tomorrow, you, me, working and shopping. Cool?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded.
"Pizza?" I asked.
She nodded again and I nodded back pushing her off me and on the other side of the bed she plopped down on the comforter glaring at me til I laughed.
I kissed her cheek, got up and went to order food and take a shower.
