Loving Khyree (That Zaddy Collection Book #1)

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I had to change up who I wanted to be Nori...

Nori

I watched Ebony in the studio. Since I stepped up to her a few days before we left Miami, she'd been hard to get alone and talk to. Ebony didn't see me come in yet, she was talking to one of the sound guys, Nick, about her head set.

I sat on the couch and pulled out my laptop, I started working on my two page article of the seminar, this past weekend. Ebony wanna play hide and seek, Imma find her. Even if I gotta bring work with me. I been feeling Ebony little by little for a minute now. Started since that first time I saw my cousin doing her photo shoot, four years ago. I happened to be there writing an article for Dime and she happened to be another plus size model that they contracted.

Now, I really don't got a preference on the size or type of woman. As long as she could vibe on my same level and she cute. Then we good. Ebony not just cute, she sexy as fuck. The thick and full curves, her different choices of hair just adds to her spunky personality and she just likes to chill and vibe. I like that shit. Nick came out the booth and I looked up. Ebony stopped when she saw me and I threw her a smile and wink. I saw her blush and put her head down slightly, not even tryna look me in the eyes. She got her moments when she could be so shy, outside her fun spunky personality. Nick, clapped me up and looked back at Ebony.

"Aight Eb, you good to start?" Nick asked in the microphone.

"Yeah..." Her smooth voice came through her microphone. I ain't gonna lie, it was something about her voice that always had me attuned to her. I always wanted to hear it, either it be her talking or singing and she had an amazing voice. I stopped going over my words and focused on her.

How I knew she was here recording?

Tracy...

She was the one that told me to stop playing and approach Ebony. Why didn't I approach her four years ago? I was a struggling writer, with no real job. I bounced from petty job to petty job, making ends meet. Being a writer ain't easy. You gotta know someone in these big ass magazines or news papers. You gotta be able to catch the readers attention. There was barely no money coming in for me at that time and Ebony was an up and coming artist and model. If it wasn't for Chris letting me stay with him and his best friend, O'shea, giving me the chance to write for O, I woulda probably been dead ass broke.

It's a thing about a man wanting to be able to provide for his woman and I wanted to be that man for Ebony. So I had to be patient and stack up. My one article on the discriminatory differences and unfair social treatments of African American men in the criminal and law enforcement system, gave me and O rise. My blogs on the up and coming artists musically, artistically and socially, brought so much attention to them. The same magazines I tried out for, was now looking for me. O'shea gave me senior editor in hopes of me not leaving for even better. I'm not. O gave me free reign in whatever I write. No restrictions and the artists I write about, the real shit I put out there...both the artists and readers loves how I portray them and what I write about. That's when the money starting coming in.

I was able to prove to Ebony that I could be that man she needed. That emotional and financial support, but Ebony didn't make it no easier neither. I low key flirt with her and she gets missing on me. I hadn't seen her in almost five or six months before the Miami trip. She always had something to do and she was constantly out of the state for projects. Miami was the perfect time to get her attention.

Ebony looked at me again through the glass window of the booth and closed her eyes, the soundtrack started. Her sultry voice flowed through the closed quarters of the studio. Ebony's last song we heard last week at the listening party, was dope. Hype, something for the club. But this...this one was like a ballad, her words coming straight from her soul and I felt it...