May 18, 2017
Mayora Ally Oniya•••
The sound of the bacon sizzling on the pan, was my favorite sound.
I woke up extra early today so I could unpack more and have time to go to mamas to see Dray, since we are having dinner over there later on.
My phone was ringing making me groan. I picked it up and answered.
"Good morning whoever this is."
"May I know you ain't talking to me like that."
I smiled, it was my manager.
"Hey Yona."
"Hey to you too. How's your little week of being off going?"
"It's going great. I moved into my own apartment."
"Um why? What happened to the house you and Quan live in?"
"Let's just say fuck that nigga."
"What he do?"
"He wasn't happy with how I was doing my job so I left."
I didn't want to include the part of him putting his hands on me, I trusted Yona it just isn't her business.
"Well damn. I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's all good. I'm happy."
"That's all that matters. Quick reminder! Upcoming Monday you have a photoshoot with Black Diva Magazine."
"I'm so excited to do that. But thanks for reminding me, I totally forgot."
I flipped the bacon.
"That's why I'm your manager, I got you."
"Well thanks."
"What's all those sizzling sounds?"
"I'm making bacon."
"Oh."
"Mhm. But I'll add that photoshoot to my reminders."
"Ok. I'll text you later."
"Bye Yona." The call ended.
I put my phone down and took the bacon off the pan, and set it on a plate.
I turned the stove off, and walked to the breakfast bar and sat down.
I picked my phone up checking my notifications. My instagram wasn't crazy but I had fans. Sometimes when I go out to a club or something big, paparazzi are on my ass.
I ate up my bacon than washed the plate. I put some calm R&B music on as I set up my bathroom. I wasn't going to work on the guest bedroom and bathroom because I barley have guest.
At least the mattress is in there.
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I finished curling my hair, before putting my Pink Puma slides on.
I grabbed my purse and phone before locking the door. I looked down at my buzzing phone and it was a text message from an unfamiliar number.
(919) - 738 - 4347
Quan has been handled. - SydinI rolled my eyes.
I responded by asking if he was dead but it said this is a non response message.
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