Fallen Lights

Once

Erica Pov

Weeks had gone by and I still was giving Nikki the silent treatment. It was like she cared anyways, seems to me, someone else was keeping her occupied. I wasn't a fan of jumping to conclusions but I'm aslo not cut out to be played as a fool.

Me and Cyn been great, still busting down her brick house. I'm actually feeling shorty, more than what I'd expected. Of course, we're the typical just fuck buddies, but I grown a bond with another woman whose not my wife.

"Erica!"

I snapped out of my daze and turned my eyes directly on him. Kevin Diaz, the head representative of the Artist & Repertoire, was eyeballing me. He's also the asshole whose responsible for callimg a meeting at eleven sum at night.

"Huh?" My voice was filled with boredom.

"Did you pay attention to anything on what was said?"

"Um No." I scrunched my face up at him.

"Why you-

"Look dude its almost near midnight ight!? Come on, you got us in here when all im smelling is musk and ass! Speed up bud, tryna smother with funk"

My hands traced through my hair.

A few laughs and snickers echoed throughout the room. He glared at me. The meeting took off again and didn't wrap up til about twelve-thirty in the morning.

"Ay Mena I'm heading out? You can close up?" James asked.

"Nigga please!" I smacked my lips. "Get boii boii to that, a bitch finna be out."

I didn't care for to even respond, my ass bolted through the halls, out to the parking lot. I flop myself into my car and drove to the hotel.

Being on this business trip, was a lot of work. Usually, I'll  have free time to do whatever but every since the Media got a glance of my upcoming project with rocawear, they haven't been off my ass.

I checked my messages and noticed I had a few thirst-traps from Cyn which made my d*ck twitched. The other was from Nik, telling me about Mia day and how much she misses me. That put a big smile on my face. My daughter was my glowing star that made my life shine so bright even on my worst days.

When I got to my hotel room, I took a long shower draining all the sweat off my body. After I officially settled in, I called up Cyn. Surprisingly, she picked up after the first ring.

"Bout time you called!"

I laughed.

"What you been up too!?"

"Aside from wanting to break Kway skull every sec., everything beem running smoothly"

"I heard that bitch!" I something being throwed then the call was exited. Moments later, Cyn called back with a few aches and groans.

"You o-

"Kway! Throw another shoe at me and we fighting because I ain't the one!"

"And bitch! I ain't the two, or three or the four, pssh! Like I give a fuck bout numbers"

I held in my outburst of laughter.