Fire and Desire

Chapter 10

I stood shocked. Rihanna was on stage singing Needed Me. I mean.. I was angry as hell as Aubrey had never told me. Something that happens all too often and that I brush to the side but .. He still hadn't told me. On the other hand this was my SHIT. ANTi was a good fucking album and whether I liked her as a person or not, her music was only going from strength to strength.

Needed Me soon turned to Bitch Better Have My Money. I'd seen enough videos from the AWT to know the choreography. I had never been so lit at the side stage before. She was putting it down! All the time she'd been singing I had only now seen her properly. She wore deep orange knee high boots and a matching cape with hot pants and a suspicious looking bralet. Outside of Rihanna, that outfit would've been a hot mess on legs. But she seemed to dominate everything she wore, making it her own. Her makeup was minimal but perfect.

Work soon came on and the crowd lit up. She did some choreography and the crowd roared in response. I chuckled to myself. They'll go wild for a bit of ass. Drakes verse came on and so did he. He stood on stage with her captivated by her presence as if he hadn't seen her before and I witnessed what I always witness. Them flirting on stage. But something was different. This energy was real, the flirting was real. She wanted him and he wants her. Undoubtedly in those moments they've never wanted to fuck each other more. As Too Good came on, something they had never performed live together before, you could smell the desire and the sexual tensions burning off their bodies as they gyrated into one another. The air was thick and suffocating. Toxic and overpowering. His frustration at her orange cape because he can't execute what he wants to properly was the final layer of cake before the icing. As the final line of the chorus played out and Popcaans voice filled the arena, he ran to get behind her. Ran.

Watching him thrust into her was enough for me to lose it. The glass in my hand shattered into a thousand pieces. A Health and Safety hazard I'm sure. I was sure but I didn't care. I needed to leave. I needed to leave this state and this country immediately. No one seemed to be paying me any mind so I took me and my bloodied hand to 'our' dressing room. I found some TCP and proceeded to disinfect my hand. I winced at the pain as it seeped in and stung my hands, before wrapping it tightly in a bandage and grabbing my purse. I crept out the door and found a back side side entrance in the building. I left out and walked across the parking lot. As I strode out across it, I felt my brown cheeks flush red. My hair was unruly and my curls were as limp as I felt.

I was now on the main road ordering an uber. I didn't want those OVO dons finding me, trying to track me down to act out this same conversation with me. I felt a twang in my stomach but chose to ignore it. My adrenaline levels were too high for me to feel real pain. But it was all to hit me like a ton of bricks soon. That was for sure.

My uber showed up and I clambered in, fighting back tears. The driver looked at me through the rear view mirror. I kept my hazel eyes frosty as he asked me where I wanted to go.

"Toronto Pearson National Airport."