Nomads

03

Abel "The Weeknd" Tesfaye

Life seems empty when you don't have anyone.

I laid on the floor of my loft, smoking a blunt as I read the blogs. All that I have been hearing for the past couple days is Aubrey signing some guy named PARTYNEXTDOOR to the OVO label. Then has the nerve to say that he was an influence on me! Supposedly before I met him, I was nothing. So if this is the truth then why the hell is all your fans begging for me on your new album, and not the bullshit that you call music. Shit, I would be lying to say that I didn't miss the friendship we used to have, joining OVO with XO was probably one of the best things that has happened for me.

Yeah, we didn't share the same backgrounds as a lot of people may have thought, or even shared anything in common besides both coming from Canada. But one thing I can say is when we made music together, that kept the fans happy and the panties wet, and if you know me, that's how I like my girls.

But back to what I was bitching about, Aubrey really isn't a bad guy as many people seem to think of him as. He's actually pretty humble, and chill when he isn't around people who seem to rub him the wrong way. He was a good guy to go to for advice, and actually felt like a older brother in a way. But once I agreed to sign with a different label than his, was when he decided to drop all contact with me, even trying to sneak diss me in his shitty single 5 AM in Toronto. That was only the beginning of the conflict that began to unfold.

He drops the other track, No New Friends. Now this one wasn't as shitty as the one before, but it still wasn't anything near as rewarding as the songs we have recorded together. It was the type of music you would bump in the club, not anything close to keeping the panties wet. But who am I to judge when his fans are asking for me to be featured on that new album?

"Nothing Was The Same, eh? Gotta get a new nigga who don't even have vocals half as good as mine. Shit, when you making that much money, you must become a dumb ass after a while." I mumbled, not talking to anyone in particular as I continued scrolling down on the article I had been reading for the past half hour now.

DRAKE & THE WEEKND ARE BEEFING

Wow, that sounds interesting and well detailed, note my sarcasm. Before I could even tap the article to find out what else the press seemed to screw up as usual, I was getting and incoming call from some unknown Toronto native. "Uh, hello?" I questioned, sounding a bit rude as I greeted the person on the line.

"Hey, it's Desirae." The feminine voice responded in a low tone. It took a moment to think of a Desirae before she spoke again, "Asia Dee, the girl from the other night." She added including her street name as I remembered exactly who she was. She even had the exact same seductive voice she used on me a couple nights back when I first met her. I was a bit surprised that she was now calling back and even revealing her real name to me. Though I was expecting to see her again the same night of our little morning show.

"Oh, you ready for the dick now." I replied bluntly with a smirk, as she softly snickered on the other end. Not even an entire day I have known this girl for, but yet still I'm talking to her as if we known each other for years.

"Naw, I always have other options. Plus, it's more like you was probably suffering from pussy withdrawal over there." She chucked, causing me to let out a slight laugh in response. She must think she slick.

"You coming over here, or naw?" I questioned, still laying on the floor as I continued smoking the last of the blunt in my hand before dropping it in the ash tray. "And what you mean you got other options. Them other nigga's ain't singing too you. Plus if they are, I doubt they sound as good as me." I added, sounding rather cocky as my ego began to take over.

"Yeah you're right, your voice is pretty amazing. Not even gonna lie." She responded simply, "I guess it might be worth it." She added in a cheery tone, nearly sounding like a little girl for a moment.

"So you gonna take a cab here?" I then asked, waltzing into the kitchen as I searched the refrigerator for something to eat. The leftover pizza that I had bought a few nights ago was still sitting in the cardboard box inside of the fridge. I was a bit skeptical of eating it, before opening the box to notice it looked pretty disgusting. I wasn't sure if it was mold or what, but I rather be hungry then get food poisoning. I swear munchies probably had to be the worst side effect of puffing too much, and sadly I didn't have a girl cooking me dinner for a living.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few." She saluted before ending the call. I slipped the paper thin cellphone into the side pocket of my heather gray H&M sweatpants, closing the fridge door with much furry, and a grumbling stomach. I kissed my teeth in annoyance, trying to determine what I could eat as I grabbed the pizza box from the fridge, tugging in a sweatshirt and throwing it into the trash outside.

I finally settled on eating some of the nacho cheese Doritos inside if the cabinet. I then pulled a faint pink kiwi strawberry Snapple from the back of the fridge before sprawling out on the couch. Each chip I bit into, left a loud crunch, echoing off the walls of loft. I checked my cellphone again, and noticed it was only a meer five minutes since I had got off the phone with Desirae. I didn't know where the hell she was coming from, but she more than likely wouldn't be here for a while, leaving me in my emotions until then.

🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕

"Hmmm." She moaned softly into my ear as I sucked on her neck. She sat on my lap straddling my legs, as I rubbed my hands on various places of her back trying to find the clasp of her bra.

"What took you so long to come back." I whispered, nibbling softly on her ear as she pulled me closer to her warm, half naked body.

"I had business to take care of." She admitted in the flirtatious tone she never failed to use. "But then I remembered what we were supposed to do the other night, and didn't want to leave you hanging." She then winked with a smirk, starring deeply at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

She immediately planted her lips onto mine, slight touches on my dark nappy hair, as she slowly turned me on more and more with each time our skin came in contact. I finally unhooked the black clasp to her bra, as it fell between us. I cupped her breasts in my hands as she sniled, her eyes twinkling before me.

I raised from the couch, as she wrapped her legs around my torso, making my way to the bed room before laying her back down on the edge of the bed. I next peeled off the matching panties to her bra dropping them onto the floor as she spread her legs, a view I greatly enjoyed.

I tugged my sweatpants off, before grabbing my manhood, slowly entering inside of her. I could feel her walls tightening around my shaft as I thrusted harder and deeper with each stoke. Her moans took no time to echoe throughout the room, as she gripped the sheets beneath her. My left hand stayed stationary on her hips, as my right squeezed her breast.

Multiple positions passed before she finally decided to be ontop. I laid out flat on the bed as she climbed on to me, positioning her legs on both sides before sitting down ever so slowly. Once she was all the way in, she then leaned forward, laying her hands on my chest. She bounced up and down smoothly, as I grabbed onto her ass.

It wasn't long before it was all over. One last moan, and both of our bodies fell limp, evaporating into the sheets. Desirae rested her head into my chest, as I lightly ran my fingers through her dark curls. In a matter of minutes she was out like a light, the exact way as the first.

I honestly didn't like doing that sex scene, but I promise that I won't be doing another one. I honestly hated it, and felt extra weird writing it.