The Famous Rappers

Chapter Two : Joyner Lucas

Lucky me I was just in a concert with Joyner Lucas! My favorite rapper in the whole world. He took the stage first, and after a few of his songs, I went up and he heard me perform! My heart was pounding the whole time.

After the show, we went backstage together, drinking, while our managers discussed a possible music opportunity. They want us to make music together.

"So Joyner, that song though, Bank Account (Remix), oh my gosh, the way you performed, it blew me away," I began, as Joyner smiled, chuckling as he sipped from his glass. "Seriously though, the beat, the lyrics, the way it flowed. Like damn J.L. your amazing."

"Well thanks. Your music goes hard too. One of my favorites was yo diss to Cardi B. Hahah! You smashed on her wit those lyrics shawty, like... I was dying at the end." Joyner Lucas said, laughing.

I giggled too.

"Thank you I just I'm really not feelin the chicks music." I said.

(Sorry to all the Cardi B fans I have no problem wit her it's just for the story that's the only time she'll be mentioned)

After we finally stopped cracking up, I made a move.

"So J, your looking real good in that tank top ahaha." I said, looking at his black and red tank top.

"Thanks baby girl, I wish you would take that jacket off." Joyner said as he eyed my black sweater.

"Pffft not with these paparazzi's, they nosy as fuck always takin candid pics and shit." I said.

"Too bad. I'd like to see you without that coat aha." Joyner said.

"Who knows. If we're gonna be making songs together we might just have to go to my place. And I could only wonder what could happen there." I responded, smirking.

"Ooohh. We should get together. I mean... like... to you know... get publicity." Joyner said, if he was nervous about asking he didn't show it.

"Good idea we should tell our managers." I said, and that's when my manager Angel, and Joyner's manager came out.

"Saint, Joyner, we've decided that you two are gonna be making a few songs together, focusing on relationships." Angel summarized.

Joyner and I shared a smile.

"Okay when do we start writing lyrics?" Joyner asked.

"Soon, but first, you two have to get in the same limo together in front of the paparazzi's so everyone knows you two are talking. Maybe post stuff on social media, selfies, do stuff together in public areas, that's the start of it all." Joyner's manager said.

"Well it's settled. There's a limo waiting for you two outside, head over, walk close together, smiling, maybe the Saint could even be holding Joyner's arm." Angel said.

"Okay. See you in an hour Joyner. Meet me at the clubhouse." Joyner's manager said as he then left.

"Yeah good luck Saint, see you in two days, okay? Let loose, don't worry about the paparazzi just focus on Joyner." Angel said as he then tailed after the other manager.

"Yeah focus on me baby girl." Joyner said as we both started laughing, I grabbed his arm, as we exited the building.

The paparazzi's were already outside, snapping photos, asking questions, as my bodyguards blocked us from getting touched.

"Sorry no questions will be answered corresponding to their relationship. All we will say is that love is in the air." One of my managers assistant who was walking with us said as more pictures were taken, more questions left unanswered, the crowd murmured in awe, as we made our way to the limo.

I got in first, Joyner grabbed my ass while I got in, my heart thumped as I sat down, fighting the urge to blush as he got in, with a devilish smile. I couldn't resist the wild smirk that appeared on my face when I saw Joyner looking amused.

"Damn baby momma you gotta nice ass." Joyner said laughingly, I giggled, he sat so close to me that our thighs were touching.

"Thanks it's all real too babe. No type of silicone in this bitch." I said.

He slyly put his arm around me.

"Nah your not a bitch. Your a... sexy ass... artist." Joyner said.

I laughed.

"That's not fair Joyner you're literally good at everything. Your smart, your cute-" I was interrupted by him grabbing my face and kissing my lips.

I didn't even try to stop him cause I wanted him even more.

"Your perfect Saint." Joyner said.

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