22 year old Sydney James is an intern of the arts and repertoire department at Uptown Records. The record company is home to artists such as Al B. Sure!, Heavy D, Mary J. Blige, Father MC, and newly, Jodeci.
Happily engaged and dream job, Syd has th...
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Jodeci being gone meant I had no work to do. Well, I did approve of the finishing touches on their sophomore album cover. It looked great. Album covers usually tell you everything that you need to know about it...but this time, it was the opposite. You'd be surprised at what you hear from them this time around. No new jack swing, upbeat shit, but pure R&B.
While on my hiatus from work, I spent all of my time cooped up in the bedroom, watching movies and television shows and eating as unhealthily as I want to. It's just been me here, no Marcus. When he did come home, that would just be to sleep. He hasn't touched me, we haven't spoken. I just wish it would all go away. I love him with all of my heart, but if he keeps this new behavior up, there will no longer be an us. God forbid that he's cheating on me. If he is though, I can't be mad, I deserve it. Hell, I'm falling in some sort of feelings with one of the most talented producers/songwriters of this decade. I miss him.
I finally dragged my lazy ass up out of bed and went to the living room to call DeVanté, however, as soon as I did that, Marcus walked right through the door.
"Look who's out of bed!" he sarcastically quipped.
"Shut up talking to me," I responded, rolling my eyes.
"You want this dick, don't you?" he asked. I turned my face all the way up at him.
"You make me sick, bye."
"Say no more," he responded. I rolled my eyes and began to dial the number that I knew like the back of my hand. Sadly, I was shot down, because there was no answer. But then I remembered, they were touching down today! I totally forgot! It's been so long since I saw my boys, it felt like they were never gonna come back.
In a much happier mood, I walked back to the bedroom to get dressed for the day, then I saw Marcus packing a suitcase. I know by now that my facial expression was nothing but confusion.
"Going on a trip?" I asked.
"What's it to you? I thought I made you sick," he responded, rather quickly, actually.
"You do, but that's not a reason to just be packing your shit, MARCUS," I put emphasis on his name.
"Well if you must know, I'm going to Miami for the weekend, SYDNEY. I'm working on a new apartment complex out there. Ain't like you care anyway," he shrugged.
I scoffed back at him, "How can you say that? You've been acting like a complete asshole for two weeks straight. Okay, we both fucked up, but that doesn't mean you can just galavant like you don't have a whole fiancée at home! Marcus we barely see each other as it is now and ever since I've been home you haven't said two words to me."
