Differences

Decisions

As soon as the doors closed behind me, I kind of jumped a little bit. I knew the conversation could go two ways, but I was determined to remain positive. I noticed Daylin had his hair half up half down. Where in the heavens did this man come from?  He was perfect, 6'7 tan skin, blue eyes, long hair, perfect teeth was and muscular as hell. He couldn't have been from planet earth, he was too damn perfect. And that accent!!! A fucking Viking god he was. I know I needed to get myself together. I have NEVERRRRR been in to white men. Not at all. The way my dad's mind was set up he raised me to 'stick to your own, because everyone else will turn on you or white ain't right'. But Daylin? I might have had to make an exception. I caught myself staring. I didn't want to get my hopes up though.

I was so prepared to go back down to my dad and let him know I failed. 'What if the label hates me? What if  HE doesn't like me? What if I'm not good enough? What if that asshole Brandon convinced the board not to sign me? . I couldn't stay positive to save my life! "You okay Kyra?" Daylin asked. "Yes. I am." I cleared my throat and blushed. "Thank  you for waiting so patiently. The reason we took so long is because, I want to sign you to our label." Daylin said. My heart dropped. "Are you serious? Please tell me this is a joke right now? I HAVE  to be dreaming right now!!" I was trying not to ask hysterically. Daylin chuckled. " No Kyra Nayeli. This is very, very, much real." he said. 'Just as you are.'  I thought to myself. "You have no idea the amount of talent you have, and the audience you reach already lets me know you'd be the perfect new artist at 4Ward Entertainment Records . And I mean that." Daylin looked me up and down as he said those last four words. I couldn't help but bite my lower lip."So? I'm going to send you with this paperwork I had Brandon work up. Read over the details and give us your response in three days." I had my mouth dropped wide open.

'What the hell is happening right now?' I thought to myself. "Well Kyra are you going to say anything?" he asked. "I'm sorry Mr. Van Hagen. I just..." he cut me off with," It's Mr. Hagen. Van Is my middle name." I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry Mr. Hagen. I will take the documents and have my manager Quantez look over them." "Very well." Daylin said as he stood up,walked over to me and stood. This man was so damn big and tall his presence could crush me. He looked down at me and said," Kyra I hope you make the best decision Here's my card in case you have any questions ." I smiled slightly. "I know I will." I replied back. I took the manila envelope from his hands and turned away  and walked out the door.

The ride back down the elevator to find my dad waiting. He looked exhausted. " Baby girl? Well? How the hell did it go? "he asked. I handed him the envelope and smiled. "Kyraaaaaaaa!!!! You only get this envelope when there is a contract in it! They offered you something?" I answered,  Yeah dad they wanna sign me!" I was jumping up and down with excitement. "Okay Ky, I'm gonna review the terms and look at these figures, If its right we'll come back up here and finalize everything." Quantez said. I hugged my dad and then we headed home.

Daylin's POV

I couldn't get her out of my head. I was so obsessed with her. She probably didn't know I was one of her 1 million subscribers on YouTube. I watched every video she posted, followed her on Instagram and everything. I swear she is the next Beyoncé with the softness of Aaliyah. I had my team contcact her as soon as that cover video she dropped went viral. When she sang the cover of Beyoncé's Pretty Hurt, I knew I had to sign her.

Pause. I'm Daylin Van Hagen. I run the most prestigious record company in America right now. I love my life, my money and pussy. Though I couldn't have my addiction out there for everyone to know in the world, it was just something I could not get enough of. Being the Owner of a record label we always threw parties in promotions for our artists. My best friend and head of A&R Brandon Oakland was a horrible influence and enabler. We would have secret competitions on who could fuck the most women in a night. On some occasions, he would win. Most of the wins was because women can't handle my size. Body and other places. I did sometimes get tired of thirsty women throwing themselves at me. When I saw Kyra Nayeli in person, I knew she would be mine. She definitely didn't look like the type of girl who'd go for the vanilla swirl but this thunder god was gonna make her mine.

After she left my office, I got a call from that asshole Brandon. " Yoooooo my wigggga!" he said.  I laughed, " Dude you're fucking crazy man. What's up bro?" I asked. " Yo what that new bitch say? She signed?" My smile turned to a frown. "Yo B, chill man. We don't even know her. And you're calling her a bitch? C'mon bro." I was kind of bothered by his statement. " Yo my nigga why you trippin? You defending her already. She badd and all dat but at the end of the day we know you just wanna smash her. Just like you do your other artists and I do mine." Brandon said. "Whatever mate. I'll hear from her in three days. I'll see you then. I'll be out of the office." I told Brandon. I hung up the phone. I sighed.  I need some attention. It was going to be a long three days. I had my assistant text me Kyra Nayeli's number. I sent her a text.

KYRA'S POV

Ding.  I checked my phone and saw a text from a number I didn't know. When I opened it, It said it was from Daylin Hagen. I immediately saved his number as a contact. I smiled so hard. I mean after all, I had been thinking about him all day.

I couldn't believe it!! I did not expect Daylin to text me AT ALL.  I felt some type of way. Like in a good way. But the way my mind was set up and me being the pretty girl I am, there was no way a man like Daylin could fall for me. Or so I thought.