II. Industry

Chapter 22: What Would You Do?

Rashad.

I snatched back from Tinashe then set her back onto the floor. I stepped away from her then walked toward the front door and opened it.

"You gotta go, but this gotta stay between us," I said calmly as she walked out of the door.

"You have my word," She said before closing the door behind her.

I walked toward the couch then crashed down onto it. I sat in silence reflecting on what just happened. I keep doin stupid shit after she asked me not to. I sighed then ran my fingers down my face. It was just a kiss though. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a meaning less kiss. The guilt is still gonna eat me alive though, but if she doesn't know then it won't hurt her at all.

I laid on my left side while watching the television with all the lights off. I grabbed a hand full of potato chips and popped them into my mouth, not taking my eyes off of the tv. I pulled my phone of the table and dialed Tamara's number. I needed to hear her voice.

"Hello?" She sung into the phone with irritation.

"Hey baby. How's the trip so far," I asked before sitting up on the couch.

"It's okay. Aunt Bee said the kids looked like you and that you're doin a good job with your family," She chuckled.

I wanted to smile, but I couldn't because I was only tearing it apart.

"Forreal? That's good, but you hold it together,"

"Yeah. How was your day,"

I sighed. "It was okay. Not much went on,"

"That's nice 'cause I was wondering why BJ called me and said you never sent him your tour dates," She said.

"Oh. Look, I was gon-,"

"It's fine, but all I know is, you better behave on your Testimony tour,"

"You know I'm not," I joked with a laugh.

"Mhm, but I have to go. They want to take me shopping,"

"While you at it, get your wedding dress," I smiled.

She was silent then I heard her gasp. "I'm guessing you moved it up to December,"

"Yeah. I got everything else under control. Just get your dress and all that,"

She squealed. "Okay. I love you and bye,"

"Love you, too,"

We hung up and I laid back onto the couch. I only want to make her happy, but earlier today, I let my other head do the talking. I should've just been wise and left it alone. Ian never so damn mad at myself. It's not even funny.

The next morning, I decided to call Chris for him to come over, so he could get the scoop and I needed to know what to do.

He strolled into my house and walked straight into my kitchen.

"So, nigga, what's up," He asked while rummaging through my fridge.

"Bruh, so Tinashe came over yesterday,"

He froze. "Did you hit?"

"Speaking of that shit, she drugged a nigga and we fucked," I shook my head.

He laughed then sat on my counter top. "Was she good?"

"From what I saw, hell yeah,"

"There's a video? Lemme see," He said before biting into his apple. "Do Tamara know,"