ILWMH [DISCONTINUED]

Keep It Real

(Tasha in MM)

   

   "Ruthless Records, This is Shanya speaking," I answered. Happy to get back to work after 3 months of maternity leave, I've been answering calls and scheduling appointments for Eric and Jerry.  After hanging up the phone, I heard hands tapping on the desk. I looked up seeing Train smiling at me.

   "Wassup, playboy," I greeted dapping him up.

   "Nothing much. What's up with you, baby," he replied, kissing my hand. I let out a slight chuckle.  

   "Nigga, in your dreams," I laughed snatching my hand away. He flashed his straight white teeth and winked.  Is this man really married? He sure don't act like it the way he flirts with me.

   "Where's Ren?," I asked Train as he sat on top of my desk, playing with the phone cord.

   "In 7b. He's working on a new project," He said dialing a number on the dial pad. He engaged into a full on conversation with one of his homeboys.

   "Uh, Uh. Nigga, go to the payphone with your personal shit. This is for office use only," I scolded ending the call in the middle of his conversation.

   "Man stop bugging, Shanya. Wit' yo hostile black ass," he spat, digging out some quarters. I put my hand up, telling him to talk to it.

   "You know, H.W.A is working on another album," he mentioned hanging up the phone. I gave him a plain face and continued typing on the computer. 

   "Girl, you are evil. I like it, though," he told me leaning in close. "And I like you," he continued. I stood there frozen, as he brushed his lip against mine. "T-train?," I questioned as he engaged in the kiss. Before he knew it, the palm of my hand slapped him on the side of his face leaving a sting. 

   My mouth hung to the floor realizing what I've done. He didn't deserve that, I did. It was my fault for letting him continue on with the kiss. "I'm sorry," I told him below a whisper. Train held his head down low, leaving the area. 

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   "Girl, it's been so long since I've ate some FatBurger," Lorraine said, unwrapping her burger. 

   "I know, I'm so used to eating Kobe Steakhouse. You know that's Ren's favorite restaurant."

   "Ugh, Ren, Ren, Ren. That's all I eva here. Please find a new topic," Michelle spat splattering ketchup on her fries. 

   "You are the only single one complaining," I defended. Lorraine had met a DJ named Hakim. Michelle was the next one to be hooking up with someone. I hope she does so she can shut the fuck up sometimes. 

   "Mhm, whateva. Look, I'm checking for DJ Train's ass. Damn, all the fine niggas taken. Right when, Michelle said Train's name my face froze. 

   "Girl, what's wrong witchu'. You good?," Lorraine asked snapping her fingers. 

   "Train kissed me and- and I slapped him. I didn't mean to take it that far. Oh my gosh!," I blurted out putting my head down. 

   "Are you serious? Damn, girl. Kudos to you. You got the juice," Michelle squealed with excitement. I looked at her sideways wanting to fuck her up. She whispered sorry then took a sip of her Diet Cola. 

    "Don't stress. He don't even gotta know. Relax, Shay," Lorraine replied eating a pickle out her sandwich. 

   "Wait, she has to tell him. She is married," Michelle protested. I love how these hoes was talking about me like I'm not even there. 

   "Yo, I'll hit y'all up later. I have to head back to work," I told them before leaving adruptly. 

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   "Hey uhm I'm looking for Lorenzo," a women with bright brown skin and a small frame. She brushed her her hand through her loose and feathery curls. She brushed lint off her black and yellow business suit.

   "Lorenzo who? Patterson?," I interrogated leaning in a bit. 

   "Yes, I'm sure he's here. May you direct me to him. It's very important," she answered adjusting her shades. 

  "I'm afraid I can't. You're gonna have to schedule an appointment with Jerry or Mr. Wright for business," I stated answering an incoming call. 

   "Look." She slammed the office phone down on the hook, ending the call. "You are a secretary, not a security guard. Tell me what room he's in," she demanded. I let out a slight chuckle. 

   "This secretary, is his wife. Anything personal you have going on with him, you have going on with me," I told her holding up my ring finger. Train came around the corner and took some paper clips off my desk. I knew he was just being nosey. 

    "Listen, you ghetto witch, just tell him that Tasha came by. Here's my number," she yelled throwing the paper in my face. With no warning, I jumped over the desk, proceeding to charge at her. 

    Train held me back pushing me away from her. She continued to sashay her size 2 frame out the building. 

   "You bum bitch!," I yelled prying Train's hands off of me. Lorenzo definitely got some explaining to do. 

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   "Look, ion know who that chick is. You know how groupies be," he explained sitting at the edge of the bed. 

   "Groupies? That bitch showed up at the studio. No groupie hoe ever done that," I exclaimed. 

   I balled up my hair in my hands getting frustrated. I couldn't believe how calm he is right now. 

   "Man, whatchu' want me to do?," he sighed. 

   "Keep it real with me! Who is she," I yelled getting in his face. 

   "Shay Shay, if I knew, I would've told you. Come on man, I'm tired." He climbed into bed covering his head with the blanket. 

   Something wasn't right. Either way, I'm always going to find out the truth.