Already Handled (Sequel to You Can't Handle Me) ~NJR Fanfic

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Cairo's POV

"Cai wake up!" I heard Kitanna yell in my damn ears.

"My God! Why the hell are you waking me up this early." I asked sleepy.

"Ehh I'm kind of nervous about meeting this photographer." She said and I rolled my eyes.

Did she really wake me up just to tell me this.

"You did not wake me up just because you're fucking nervous." I said "It's 7:30 am."

"Ahh you can sleep later." Kitanna laughed.

This girl is going to be the end of me.

"Kitanna I love you but you have to let me sleep." I groaned pulling the covers over my head.

"No but wake up. You have to see Rhonda or Tracey today." Kitanna said

"Listen Kitanna I do things on my own time. I will go see them when I want too." I said making myself clear.

I love this girl, but I hate being bossed around.

"I think you should go now." Kitanna said

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked with an attitude.

"Oh yeah I do." She said "bye."

After I heard the door closed. I got out of bed. I ordered room service and ate my breakfast in peace. I was thinking I should post a picture on my Instagram. Or should I do that after I tell my family I'm alive.

I finished my food and went to go take a shower. After my shower I let my brown hair down. And put some makeup on.

I grabbed my purse and walked out of the hotel room. I hope Rhonda still lives in the same house. I called a taxi over. I told him the address and we drove off.

"Ehh you look very familiar." The taxi driver said with his heavy New York accent.

"Familiar how?" I asked playing it cool.

"You look like that dancer. Cairo Renee!" He said

"Oh really? Mhm I don't think so." I said playing dumb.

"Well in my eyes you do." The taxi driver said.

"Well I'll take that as a compliment because Cairo Renee is a beautiful girl." I laughed and so did he.

Soon we arrived at Rhonda's house. And I gave the taxi driver a tip. Then walked out of the car.

I took a deep breath before knocking on her front door. I knocked on the door with shaking hands while I waited. The door opened revealing Rhonda.

"Excuse me? What do you need?" She asked.

"Rhonda it's me Cairo." I said quietly

Her eyes widen. She covered her mouth and tears were falling down from her eyes. Rhonda pulled me inside her house for privacy.

"How? I thought you were- the news said you were dead?" She asked.

"Can I explain?" I asked and she nodded.

She lead me to her living room. We sat down and I began explaining everything to her about me faking my death and staying in Barbados with my aunt.