New Balance | Jhené Aiko

Chapter 5_The Unanticipated Reunion

The Unanticipated Reunion~

Nicole's POV

I accelerated my pace as I tread my way from the stage to my dressing room. Perceiving that he was coming closer, I took the risk of tripping from this long ass skirt, and just dashed.

Making my way to my room, I got Rebecca standing in front of my dressing room door looking at me confounded. I rolled my eyes ignoring her face expression and quickly adjured her as I slightly panted, "Bec, would you mind if you help a bitch out and get rid off this guy whose approaching toward us."

She traced her eyes from me to my ex, whose almost close enough to pursue me, but then Rebecca's confounded appearance was altered to a jaw dropping expression.

"You want me to get rid of him, as in get rid of Bobbi Kingston's son." She uttered, causing me to be dumbfounded, and just say, "Really he is...forreal?" With a clam and skeptical tone.

It's my prerogative to be so doubtful, I mean how could a selfish, mendacious, remorseless person be the son of a selfless, veracious, repentant man. It still makes me wonder how I evolved feelings for him.

Once again I took a glimpse at him, causing me to dash over Rebecca, finally accessing myself to the dressing room as I was aware of his proximity.

"Please Bec just get rid of him." I pleaded, as I hid myself behind the door. She wasn't able to reply, cause Drake was already in front of her asking her if he could get in.

"Excuse me ma, would mind if you let me in, I need to talk to your friend." He asked.

I leaned my ear against the door, as my nosy self needed to hear their conversation.

"Do you work here?" She asked not willing to respond to his question. Yeah you go girl.

"Hell no." He grimaced, causing me to want to go out there and beat up his pompous.

"But-" Rebecca interjected him as she opens the door, accessing herself in.

"Boy there's no buts around here, if you don't work here then your ass better get the hell out of here." She then slams the door at his face, biting her lips with full regret in what she has done.

I sighed in relief as I heard his footsteps slowly fading away. "Thank you so much, I fucking owe you a lot." I thanked as I tread my way to the changing room.

"Oh hell ya you do, you just had me slam the door on the world's most bodacious guy alive, wait not only sexy, you had me slam the door on Bobbi Kingston's son." She dreamily uttered.

"Well fuck Bobbi Kingston's son," I deadpanned, pulling out the top replacing it with a hoodie. 

"What's wrong with you, I thought you wanted this, I thought you practiced all night just to impress him, and have yourself as his artist, I thought you were thrilled about this whole thing, I thought you wanted to be a singer." She snapped.

"Yes I do want to be a singer, but now is not the right time, plus how am I suppose to predict, he chased me just to ask me if I could be his artist, he probably just wants me to be his bitch again." I slipped off the skirt, and putted aside as I grab on my sweatpants.

I always cringe in misery as I reminisce our one week relationship, which included one date, multiple teases and make out session, but never sex. I used to be that type of girl that doesn't jump straight to sex just right after the first date, I would only let guys slide through my panties, if I made sure they were loyal, honest and respectful. This was my bearing towards love affairs before I moved here to Detroit.