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Ailani's POV
"Well now that I can be honest with you, that performance you did at the audition earlier was dope. I've heard so many singers before, some better than others, but after hearing your voice it's like I can't get enough of it. Even after you left, I could still hear you singing to me." He smiles while rubbing his hands together.
It made me feel better about my music to hear something like that coming from The Weeknd, which I should definitely ask is it fine for me to call him by his real name.
"Thank you, you don't know how much I really appreciate hearing that from someone as yourself, but is it fine if I just called you Abel or is there some other name you prefer?"
"You could call me Daddy, but we're not on that subject just yet." He smirks and sent a lusty look my way. Not saying I was disgusted by his remarks, but I planned on making a brand for myself without having to fuck my way to the top.
"Right. Well, since you're here I thought that you could listen to some things that I had so far?" I asked, about to stand to my feet but he holds me down.
"No we should probably go over these contracts first and then afterwards, maybe you could come with me to the studio. Ya know so you could just get a feel."
"Yeah I would love to...but I should probably shoot Cierra a message first."
"I don't want to pry into your business, but Cierra? The best friend that gave you Mollies and left you alone while you were drugged out? I'm sure you were the last thing on her mind and for you to call her after the fact she left you to almost be raped in a club restroom, that's pretty fucked up. If It were me I'd cut her off."
He was right, I shouldn't be so quick to reach out to her and she's most likely doing the same thing again tonight. And I also wanted to talk to her about that incident as well.
I nod and sit my phone on the arm of the sofa and focused all of my attention on Abel as he explained the hundreds of sheets of paper I needed to sign.
"Once you sign this, you're signing to becoming an official Artist of XO and Republic with an additional one year contract with OVO sound. But this contract right here–" He points at a different one with XO in scratchy letters on top. "–is kinda different. It's like...you're signing yourself over as a whole to me and my crew."
"Wait...what is that supposed to mean exactly?"
He sighed and clasped his hands in front of him, turning to face me entirely. His eyes looked directly into mine. "It means that you, Ailani Beltreaux, will do any and everything myself or any of my niggas tell you to do. Meaning if they want head, If I want head, you give it with no issue. They want to run a train, you do it. I mean, you do want this offer right? Bitches would kill to take this opportunity, you were lucky."
