Stu

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January 6th, 2020

For the past three days, Bashar and I were ships passing in the night. Both coming and going at separate times. Both barely getting enough rest. I didn't know if he was eating good, but I was. Nicki would bring me food and hang with me and my security when she wasn't busy.

She was trying to keep me sane but to be honest, begin away from him was driving me insane. This is the person I pillow talk with; I eat with, crack jokes with, I do almost everything with him.

I could never see my life without him even though I have to lie and make him think that when he's in trouble. I'm sure we both know that us being apart is something we both hate. But that's all about to change.

I walked into Bashar studio session with my security guards standing behind me. Bashar was smoking a blunt, and once he saw me, he quickly inhaled and began chocking as he blew it out. Bash started fanning the smoke like that would make it disappear any quicker. "Hi, Babe," I said in a sweet seductive voice.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" Bashar asked, looking at me like he was caught doing something he shouldn't be doing. Then I heard someone clear their throat. I looked to the left of me, and the same girl that dmed me that one time was sitting down smirking. "Code Orange," I said, upset but calmly like I was someone's secretary. My security formed the circle while gently pulling me into it.

"Sorry, sir, but if you come anywhere near Lovely for the next month, we are allowed to injure you to keep her safe," Samuel said, then we swiftly left the studio.

Bashar P.O.V

FUCK! Now I have to figure out how I'm going to explain this. She's only here because she's dating my home boi. Him and the engineer just happened to go to the restroom at the same time. Then again, the conversation we were having before Lovely walked in could get us into serious trouble.

It seems like all I do is mess up. If it's not my anger, it's who I hang around, and to be honest, I should be sick of stressing her out. "So she's pregnant, huh? Is that how you got out the dog house so fast last time?" She asked then my home boi and the engineer walked into the room right on time cause I was about to kick her out. "Aye, bruh yall gotta go. Lovely just was here, and now she's pissed cause she thinks something happened," I said, and he nodded as they packed up and left.

I finished working on music cause knowing Lovely; she was either at Nicki's house or a hotel. I think I mess up so much cause I know she doesn't need me, and that kind of makes me mad. She wants me, but she doesn't need me, and the only reason she really wants and needs me now is because she's pregnant. That crushes a man's ego to know the woman he loves and desires doesn't need or want him all the time.

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