Figure It Out [Rihanna/You]

C H A P T E R N I N E T E E N

"Bro I fuck with it." I said to Virgil from the phone call we were on, walking around Robyn's apartment in nothing but my boxers and a sports bra. We were still here for the fact that I still had a couple more doctor check ups and she was filming for her movie. "I kinda came up with something.. how about Black Mecca? It's a slang for Atlanta, The Mecca is also a like.. Howard's nickname as well."

He hummed. "Okay and why is that a good name to you?"

I chewed on my bottom lip in thought, while I did, I grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl. "It's what made me basically, all my hardships and growth came from those two places. Atlanta taught me how to be strong, Howard taught me to be persistent and diligent. I wanna give that same sense of freedom to other people; let em know they can be strong too no matter where they go or come from in life."

"I love that actually. So, any ideas for the first drop?"

I looked down at the scattered pictures and drawings. "Definitely that '4am' collection bro. The casual yet fashionable ass look." I could hear him typing as I flipped through the drawings. "The sweaters look so dope, you really brought my vision to life.. crazy. Thank you."

"Thank you for having a vision so vivid."

I went to reply but I suddenly heard my front door rattle. "Oh shit, I'm gonna have to call you back Virgil." I quickly rushed to grab my work, shoving it back into the folders and quickly turning to run out. Problem was, my body was still a bit uncoordinated so I turned right into the kitchen counter. "Fuck." I hissed, pressing my hand to the bandage that covered my wound. Of all fucking places I could've hit.

Even though my stomach was now throbbing in pain, I still ran my ass into the room, slid the papers into my drawer, and rushed to get back in bed. "Babe?" I heard Rob call out and I rolled onto my side, pretending to be sleep. The bedroom door then opened and I heard her soft voice. "Are you still sleep?" I falsely opened my eyes and rolled over, squinting. She smiled down at me and ran her fingers through my hair. "How was your nap?"

I nodded. "It was good, haven't been up since you left."

Her head tilted, green orbs squinting as she held up a half peeled orange. "Either you slept walk or.." I groaned and rolled onto my stomach to hide my face. "Or you're lying to me."

"Babe I can't just be bed ridden, I gotta move." Her eyes rolled as she sat the orange down and watched me scoot up against the headboard. "And I have ideas that need to be worked on!"

"No, you need to sit in bed and rest like your doctor said. It's only been five days- what's that?" I followed her gaze and saw a small red spot on my bandage. "Did you reopen your shit, Y/n?"

"In my defense.. the counter attacked me." She groaned and pushed me onto my back while grabbing the stuff off of the nightstand. "Came outta nowhere, I'm telling you." She eyed me while taking the bandage off to clear the wound. As she did, I raised my hand to cup her cheek, giving her a charming smile. "I like you. I'm gonna call you nurse Fenty."

"Shut up." She mumbled and I smirked before dropping my hand. "You're gonna give me high blood pressure, Y/n."

I shook my head. "Oh we can't have that.. unless I'm deep in that-" She eyed me sternly again so I raised my hands. "Fine, I'll stop. But at least talk to me about your shit, what are you up to? Any new Fenty drops?"

"Actually yes." A smile crossed her lips as she put the healing cream on the area. "I'm making this lipstick and it's black."

"Why?" She stopped rubbing the cream and gave me a look. "I mean.. why are you making black lipstick? Is there something special about it? Are you trying to push something?"