Unapologetically Me

A Woman's Eyes Never Lie

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Jericho

       I was in the studio with Beanie Siegal, my engineer Brendan, Richie Beats and a few of the homies. My phone kept going off as we worked and I knew it was more people wanting to ask me about all the blog gossip about Brandy and Michael B. Jordan. Unlike other people I didn't like to talk about who I was messing with, especially to the media. To me, it was nobody's business. It wasn't like they really cared anyways. How many public celebrity couples did they build up just to tear down later?

       Brandy called me the minute the post went up and social media started going crazy. I asked her if any of it was true. She told me no. I believed her because I trusted people's word until they showed me otherwise. She also told me that after she finished shooting her scenes for the day that she was coming to New York to spend a few days with me. I didn't need her to do all that, but she said she needed to see me because all the rumors were stressing her out.

       I wasn't an insecure lame-ass nigga who needed to be up under my girl all the time. And I believed that if somebody was going to cheat, they were going to do it whether they were 5 miles away or 5,000. I wasn't naive, my ears were always to the streets and my eyes were wide open. No matter what rumors were out there about somebody, I still gave people the benefit of the doubt.

       For the next few hours, I focused on finishing the Beanie Siegal track. I loved working with hip hop legends. It always pushed me to give my best in the studio to impress them. After we finished the song, Beanie left and my boys sat around talking about where they wanted to go for the night. I took out a blunt and started smoking as they made plans.

      "You rolling?" Richie asked.

      "Naw, I'm gonna take my ass home." I told him blowing smoke.

      "This nigga over here in love." One of my boys said causing everybody else to laugh.

      "A nigga just tryna lay low. At least until the album drops." I replied.

      "Is that what your girl is doing?" My boy TK asked with amusement.

       I could see that he was trying to be funny, but he should've known by now that I was a genius with the pen

      "You still a bitch I see." I mumbled after I finished taking another puff. His words didn't bother me, I was secure in my shit.

       "How am I a bitch? My girl ain't out here fucking nobody else." He returned.

        "Only bitches believe everything they read." I answered for him getting up from the table I was sitting on. "If I was to tell you everything I heard about your girl, you might off yourself. Remember who the fuck you talking to." I began to dap up my other boys. "I'm out. I'll see y'all two niggas tomorrow." I pointed at Brendan and Richie.

        "Man fuck you Jaren, you ain't heard shit bout my girl." TK followed-up.

        "Stay up." I laughed while leaving them in the studio.

       I thought about the situation for only a minute on the drive home. I had been in the game a long time. People always had shit to say about what was going on in somebody else's life.

       The minute I walked through the door the scent of something sweet hit my nose. I looked around expecting to see Courtney because she sometimes liked to burn candles in the guest room, but she was nowhere in sight. I assumed that after she let Brandy in she left.