With love, from O'shea

SEVENTEEN (Part 1/3)

Levi had me and Shea at the office everyday for the rest of the month. Up early, hours upon hours goin' over paperwork. I'll be glad when all this bullshit is put to rest.

We hadn't crossed paths yet, with Eric. But, he did sign on a couple of acts to Ruthless Records. 'Bone Thugs N' Harmony.' I saw it, from watchin' MTV.

Shea, was in the process of filming 'Friday'. He was on set a lot, into the early hours of the mornin'. When I could be there, I would. But... bein' pregnant, ain't all fun.

"Wedding what?" Shea asked from the shower.

I was standin' in the doorway, holdin' up a magazine. "Wedding plans Shea. We need to do this."

The shower cut off, he stepped out, my mouth almost watered; he smirked. "Babygirl, finish whatchu was sayin'. Lil horny ass."

I smacked my teeth throwin' him a towel. "With everything goin' on, we ain't set a date."

"A'ight," He nodded takin' the lotion puttin' it on. "Next week."

Next week? I swear... "O'Shea."

He laughed like it was hilarious. "I'm playin' babygirl. Look, let's get through this bullshit n' we'll make plans."

We went to the bedroom and I tugged at his towel.

"Love, whatchu doin'?"

I smirked shakin' my head. "If you don't know, I ain't tellin' you."

He smacked my hand away. "C'mon not now."

"Not now? Shea, why?" I pouted, and he just smirked.

Changing into his boxers n' shirt he gave me a look over his shoulder. "We gotta meet with Levi in the mornin' I'm tired."

Tired? Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but I became annoyed. We both got into the bed. Shea spooned me, rubbin' my stomach. I smacked his hand. "No."

"Petty." He yawned in my ear, placin' his hands back on my stomach.

I turned to him, flipped on the light, and mugged him. "Oh? I'm petty."

Shea pecked my lips chuckling. "Yes, cause you actin' up."

We kissed again, Shea gently placed me on top of him. Runnin' his hands down my sides I watched his eyes light up. He pulled at my gown squeezing my ass roughly. I let out a clenched moan.

"Sheaaa..." I groaned, feelin' him rise under me.

That smirk rested on his lips. I flipped off the light and made our imprint in the bed. 

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"So when's the trial Levi?" Shea asked, helping me sit down.

Levi flipped through a couple of pages on his desk. "It looks like the case isn't necessarily happening."

"Really?" We both asked.

"Yes. It seems Jerry's posted his bail and things have been taken care of of."

Shea shook his head. "Nah, what does that mean? Cause the last time I heard that shit, I was put into some damn drama."

I nodded agreeing. Levi passed us the faxed papers. We read it over. Jerry was still managing Ruthless Records; and apparently handled all the financial problems.

"This still doesn't answer the question of what happened to Chris." I spoke up, setting the paper down.

Levi shrugged his left shoulder. "It's been confirmed by the LAPD that Suge Knight and others roughed Chris up."