Secret Love Affair

5

Jay

I laid back in Ye's car as we drove down the streets of LA.

"Damn it's hot as hell out here." He complained, as he made another right.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah it must be global warming or something. It's never been this hot out."

We were headed to one of Kanye's many studios here in California. Kanye had been one of my closest friends since I moved to LA. I randomly met him at some event I can't remember and we ended up hitting it off. Ever since, I made sure to check up on him every one in a while.

As we drove, I couldn't help but be reminded of why I never let Ye drive anywhere. I gripped on the side of the car low key nervous.

"Nigga why are you driving so fast calm down."

"This is the speed limit granddad." He laughed before pulling up to his studio.

A couple of producers I recognized were there but they were about head out which I was grateful for.

"Wassup." I gave them the signature head nod all black people knew as they walked out.

I sighed and sat down on one of the chairs next to Ye, who was already tinkering with some of the buttons.

"How's Kim and the kids?" I said.

"Kim's fine, her family is shooting the show so you know how that goes," He shook his head. "The kids are spoiled as usual. By the way, they keep asking about their uncle Jay, when are you going to visit?"

"I'll swing by soon. You know I'm their favorite uncle."

"Well hurry and come get them, they're driving Kim and I crazy." We both laughed, knowing his kids were bad as shit.

"What's up with you though. You still playing around with these hoes?" He said.

"Man you wouldn't believe me if I told you." I shook my head and laughed.

"What, you finally dumped that chick. What was her name? Le... La-Lena! Yeah that was her name."

"Now you know we been done for months."

I debated telling him about Bey. This was only supposed to be between us, her choice not mine, but I knew I could trust Ye with my life.

"Then what! You got someone new already?"

"Something like that."

He looked at me annoyed, which only made me laugh. "Here yo ass go being all mysterious and shit."

Fuck it, I thought. "You know Beyoncé? LeBron's wife?"

"Yeah the fine one. What about her?" I rolled my eyes at his description but continued.

"Me and her been kind of kickin it."

He stopped messing with the board and stared at me like he didn't believe it.

"Deadass?"

"On God, bro. For like a month now."

"I don't believe you. Her mean ass? Nah." He laughed and went back to the board messing with a track that was playing. I smirked as I looked through my phone for proof. When I found it, I got up and shoved it in his face playfully.

It was a picture of us in a private room of one of my favorite restaurants. I had our waiter take it as a joke but I ended up liking it enough to keep it. It had been saved in my phone ever since.

"Still think I'm capping?"

"Damn, yo! My nigga." He dapped me up.

"Who knew you would be the one to snatch her. You know how many niggas been trying to get with her ever since Lebron been drafted? Hell, even I tried to shoot my shot. She turned all of them down though."

I knew he was surprised but I didn't expect him to be this shocked about it. Even an hour later when we had already went on to another subject, he kept bringing it up. "I never would have guessed she was the type to cheat on her husband."

"She's not. She's not for the streets."

"Yeah that's what they all say." He waved me off playfully.

"Nah it's true, she not like that."

"Last time I saw them, Lebron and her looked like the perfect happy couple."

"Yeah well don't trust everything you see." I said, feeling a little jealous even though I knew I had no right. Bey wasn't mine but sometimes it damn sure felt like it.

"So what? They gonna divorce and y'all gonna get together it is this just a fling."

"I don't know man. I would say she's gonna divorce him but I'm just going with the flow."

He sighed as if he understood."yeah well don't get too pussy whipped, catching feelings with a married woman and all."

"But Shawn all business with his type, nah! Shawn just tryna keep the friendship tight. Shawn to Sean Paul 'em if you Gimme the Light and this way you can stay for life, aight?" We both laughed at an old lyric of mine. Before I started my businesses I was a rapper, what some would consider the best. I had been retired from the music industry but I occasionally hopped on a song I liked.

He started playing a beat. I nodded my head to it like I do when I love a beat.

"This shit fire." He got all excited, hopping up and down.

"I know. This right here is for Uzi, but if it wasn't I would let you have it."

"Fasho. But imma get outta here. I gotta meet up with someone." I smiled, thinking of Beyoncé. She was meeting me at my house where hopefully we could pick up where we left off yesterday.

"Aw shit, you going to see her now aren't you?"

I didn't respond as I walked out but I could hear him laughing.

My driver was waiting to take me back to my house since I didn't have my car.

"Good after, Mr. Carter."

"Wassup Derrick. My house right?" He nodded and got in the driver's seat.

As I drove back to my apartment, all I could think about was Beyoncé. Lately she had been the only thing on my mind. When I was near her, it felt weird but apart I craved to be near her. It wasn't like me at all. I thought back on a lyric from the same song from earlier. Somehow, I was still stuck in a similar situation.

But lately I've been havin' the strangest feelings
Your boy Young Hov' catchin' feelings
And it's messin' up my dealings 'cause mami's not willin'

I'm not the best at emotions, but this must be what I'm feeling. Too bad the one girl I want is not available.