Fire and Desire

Chapter 7

"CHICAGO HERE WE COME!!!"
it's was 6:30am and hollering was coming from the main living room. I rolled over and was face to face with Aubrey. He looked peaceful in his sleep, as he always did, but his particular morning he looked content. Happy. Like he had everything he wanted and more.
I stroked his beard and watched his eye lids flutter open. His brown eyes were dark and intense, filled with too much mystery for an early morning.

We didn't speak for a while. We lay there gazing at each other like we'd just met. Our silence was always welcome and comforting. I could relish in it for years. But we were on tour and had to get our asses up.

I swung my legs off the bed and immediately remembered I was naked. I presumed Aubrey had turned back to sleep so I stood staring at my self in the mirror. I hadn't been to gym since we'd started tour. My diet had flown south for the winter but yet I still looked snatchedt if I did say so myself. My waist was still trim and my ass still phat! Maybe it was all the sex. We'd have to keep up with that.

I turned around and saw him watching me intently. His eyes following my every move, sauntering over every curve, dip and fold on me. He didn't have to speak for me to know what he was thinking. I strolled around to his side of the bed and kissed him gently. He held me and brought me down onto it. Before we could replicate last night, there was a knock at the door.

"What bro?" Aubrey yelled.

"Invoice from Miss Oh NA NA!" OB laughed.

He looked at me waiting for a response. I stared at him, my face motionless. What was I to say? Don't get it? Don't fulfill your PR stunts? I wasn't that bitch.

"So go get it then what are you doing here still?" I joked, flashing him a thousand watt smile before I headed into the shower. Hot water never felt so good on my skin. My body ached from last night but I'm sure I didn't need to wince in pain infront of the guys for them to know what had happened. I'm sure they heard.

Aubrey walked back in on the phone as I came out the shower. He had navy OVO cut offs on and OVO sliders. His torso was sculpted and had many tattoos scripted on it. He sat on the edge of the bed as I ran my hand over his Aaliyah tattoo. He put down the phone as I began to change.
"What did she want?" I asked carefully.
"Just to discuss some business to be honest," I studied him carefully as he licked his lips to lubricate his lies. I decided to let it go. For now anyway.

The night of the Brits had come. I was side stage as Consideration came over the speakers. This was my shit. The venue lights dipped as the spotlight clamped down on Rih. She wore a white crop top and matching white frilled trousers, looking good. Her voice was shaky due to her bronchitis(something I didn't actually hear about from Aubrey surprisingly), but she was pulling the fuck through. SZA came in and joined in her part before it transitioned into Work. The crowd lit up as did I. I'd seen it in rehearsal times before but it really was a GOAT transition. As Work began I saw Aubrey backstage. I caught his eye and he flashed a smile at me and I warmed up inside. He wore head to toe white, just like Rih. More coordination I see.
"Mi nuh care if him hurt-t-t-t-tin..."
The crowd erupted as my man strolled onto stage, setting the place off.

"OK you need to get done done done done at work come over .. we just need to slow the motion..."
I was proud of the way he dominated stage even if he was featuring. They loved him, I loved him and I was singing my damn heart out.
I watched on the screen as I saw that she was bent over in front of him as the backing track went off. On national TV. My blood boiled and my chest tightened. There's PR and then there's this.

I fought within my self to stay calm. I didn't need this stress. I didn't need to argue with Aubrey over a clear PR stunt. I watched as he grabbed her bum and they flirted with each other onstage. Yet I kept it cool. I held it down for Aubrey often. And unfortunately this was going to have to be one of those times.