Discovery & Surprises

Okay I know you guys hated me for that cliffy, but I'm back so don't hate me anymore. Hope you like it ^.^

Previously...

She smiled and leaned down to peck his lips, but he grabbed the back of her neck and inserted his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as their tongues wrestled. They didn’t notice a key turning in the lock.

Just then, Safaree walked and saw them making out. He stood there in shock for almost an entire minute.

“I’mma just go head and wait outside. I don’t wanna interrupt anything.”

“OMG! Faree!” She hopped of Drake’s lap as her cheeks turned red. “Why didn’t you call me?!”

“I’m sorry, Nic. I just didn-“

“It’s okay, you just have to promise me that you won’t tell a single soul.”

“I won’t. Ya’ll can finish saying your goodbyes. I’ll be in the car.”

“Thank you, Faree.” She gave him a friendly hug and turned back to Drake as he left.

“Now, where were we?” He gave her on last kiss and hugged her tightly.

“Alright, let’s get out of here.”

“They walked to the elevator hand in hand. When it stopped at the ground floor, they got off and walked to SB’s red continental Bentley. She got on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“See you later. I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too, babe,” he said as she got in the car. He shut the door behind her and waved as they drove away. He got in his red Ferrari and drove to his house in San Fernando Valley.

He ran upstairs, changed his clothes, and then went to set up his MacBook on the coffee table. He opened it and saw he already had a video conference request waiting. He accepted it and 40’s face popped up on the screen.

“Aye, nigga! Where you been at? You almost an hour late.”

“My bad, man. I got caught up at Nic’s house and the time just got away from me.”

“Wait, you said NIC’s house? Bro, did you hit?!?!”

“Nah, man, it ain’t like that, but she’s finally mine.” He beamed proudly into the small camera.

“Aw, man, that’s great. You been chasing her for like 4 years now. I’m so happy for you man.”

“Thanks, bro, but you can’t tell anyone yet, aight? We don’t want too many people to know.”

“I gotchu, bro, but let me play this beat for you.”

“Let’s hear it!”40 played him a couple beats and they exchanged ideas for about another hour and a half.

Meanwhile, Nicki and SB rode to the meeting in an awkward silence.

“Faree?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“Naw, Nic, just a little disappointed that you didn’t bother to tell me.”

No, no, no, it just happened!” She vaguely described to him the events that took place yesterday and that morning.

“So…do you forgive me?”

“Yeah, of course. But next time ya’ll decide to damn near suck each other’s faces off, let a nigga know. All that mushy, gushy stuff ain’t ignant enough for me.” They laughed and chatted until they arrived and took their seats in the conference room.

The meeting lasted about 3 ½ hours and Safaree drove her back home.

“See ya later, Faree!”

She ran upstairs to her apartment and pulled a Louis Vuitton duffel out of her closet. She threw in dresses, shirts, jeans, skirts, sweats, socks, thongs, boy shorts, bras, and shoes. Then, she headed to the bathroom to pack a smaller bag with toiletries and make-up. She tossed that in her duffel, zipped it up, grabbed the keys to her Bentley, and hurried out the door.

The drive to Drake’s house was a little over half an hour. When she arrived, she walked up the wide porch steps and rang the doorbell. He opened the door and smile at her before leaning down to kiss her softly on the cheek. Even that simple gesture caused butterflies to flutter around her stomach.

He leaned his forehead against hers and whispered against her lips, “I missed you,” while wrapping his arms around her small waist. She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him and Eskimo kiss.

“I missed you too.”

She gasped in surprise as she felt her feet leave the ground.

“What are you doing?!” she exclaimed with a laugh.

“I told you I would have a surprise waiting for you,” he said as he carried her inside, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. He placed her down and pointed at the bed.

“Look what I got you.” She saw the leopard print bikini.

“Ooooh, me like.”

“I got it custom made for you. It was inspired by the body suit in Beez In the Trap and the bikini in the Starships video. Just like…damn.” He took a deep breath and shook his head. She laughed.

“Thank you, Aubrey. I really love it.”

“Why don’t you go try it on for me?” He winked.

“Okay.” She sauntered seductively into the bathroom.

“Meet me downstairs when you’re done.”

“I’ll do just that.” She stripped out of her clothes, put on the bikini, and adjusted her wild curls around her face. She walked down the stairs and found a trail of rose petals leading from the bottom of the staircase to the back doors. She walked through them and saw his pool. It was surrounded by beautiful statues and there were waterfalls pouring into it.

As she was admiring the view, she felt Aubrey’s strong arms wrap around her waist. She turned around and started tracing his abs. She noticed he had on gray and blue trunks.

“I’m guessing your intention is to get me wet?” she asked with a smirk.

“I didn’t have to bring you out here to do that,” he said with lust dripping from every word.

“Well, before you do that…you gotta catch me first!” She broke free from his strong grip and dived gracefully into the pool. He laughed and jumped in after her. She evaded him for quite a while until he finally cornered her in a cave behind one of the waterfalls. He pinned her against the wall and whispered in her ear, “I win.”

“Oh, really? What’s the prize?”

“You.” He threw her over his shoulder, she shimmied around to his back, he swam across the pool, and ascended the pool steps. He brought her around to the front and attacked her lips as he climbed the stairs to his room. She clung to him like her life depended on it.

He put her down in the bathroom and got her a towel and a loofah out of the closet.

“Can you go get my duffel out of the car?” she asked him.

“Sure, where are your keys?”

“In my purse.” She pointed at the bed.

“Alright, be right back. Go ahead and shower without me. I gotta do something right quick.”

“Ok, boo.” She got in the shower, he jogged downstairs and out to her car, and grabbed her duffel. After he put it on the bed he went to get his clothes. Meanwhile, she was singing If I Ain’t Got You by Alicia Keys.

Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it ain't you baby

If I ain't got you baby

Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I ain't got you, Yeah

He just listened to her beautiful voice for a couple minutes before going back downstairs. He went into his home theater, browsed through the shelves, and set up The Notebook. He knew she would love that. He headed to the guest bathroom to shower.

Nicki got out of the shower, dried off, and put on a pair of PINK boy shorts and some sweats. She found one of Drake’s red OVO sweatshirts in his closet. She piled her wet hair into a bun on the top of her head. She went downstairs and found him in the home theater with a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater on.

“Care to join me?” he asked while gesturing to the seat beside him.

“Gladly.” She plopped down next to him and he draped his arm over her shoulder.

“Nice sweatshirt,” he said, “You know where I might be able to get one?”

“Well, there’s this guy. He’s about 6’2, light skinned, GORGEOUS. I think he’s a rapper or something. He could probably hook you up.”

“Hmmm, I’ll have to find his contact info and get me something like that.” He smiled a goofy grin and she busted out laughing.

“You’re stupid, you know that, right?”

“Thanks, love you too, Nic.”

“Don’t try to play me, Aubrey. Start the damn movie.” He pressed play.

                “Remember when we first met?”

                “How could I forget? I bumped into you, apologized, and you ran away,” he said with a laugh.

                “Hey, it’s not my fault.”

                “And…why…is…that?” He punctuated each word with a kiss to her neck, collar bone, or the base of her throat. She breathed out deeply.

                She told him about David and he listened intently.

“…but anyway, boo hoo, sad story. I’ve moved on and I know he would’ve wanted me to be happy. And you make me happy…so yeah.”

“Wow, that’s crazy.”

“Yeah, I know.” They got comfortable as the previews ended and the movie started. He dimmed the lights with a remote control.

“Awwww, The Notebook! I hope you got tissues.” He reached over to his other side and handed her the box.

“Always prepared.” He winked and she pecked him on the cheek.

Every time she started to cry, he would hug her tighter and kiss away her tears. Eventually, she found the perfect spot with her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his arms wrapped securely around her small frame.

                Near the end of the movie, he noticed her dozing off and poked her in the side, "You gonna fall asleep on me again?" he asked.

                "Sorry," she yawned, "I'm just so tired."

“Oh, yeah. Well, just head upstairs and take a nap. I’ll come get you when dinner’s ready,” he suggested.

“You’re a lifesaver,” she quipped and pecked his lips before skipping up the steps. He turned off the movie, went straight to the kitchen, and started on her favorite: Boneless Chicken Stew.

He was done in about an hour so he went upstairs to the bedroom. He crawled up the bed, pushed up her shirt, and began placing kisses from her belly button to her panty line. She woke up abruptly before he could go any further.

He got up and said, “I knew that would do the trick,” then chuckled.

“You were right, I’m awake.”

“Come on and eat. I made your favorite!” They walked downstairs, out the back door, and when they got to the patio her covered her eyes.

“Follow me and keep your eyes closed,” he whispered in her ear. He took her by the hand and led her across the yard to a more secluded area.

“Okay, open your eyes now.” She did as he said and saw a table set for two with candles, two bowls of what looked like soup, and a plate of toasted French bread in the middle.

“Oh my gosh! Aubrey…this is amazing.”

“Only for you,” he replied. He pulled out her chair and he sat down. Then, he went around to sit in his chair. She looked into the bowl and a surprised expression flashed across her face.

“YOU.DID.NOT. Boneless Chicken Stew!!!”

“Yep, I told you it was your favorite.” He smiled proudly. They ate and chatted animatedly.

“What’s for dessert?” she questioned.

“You.” He winked.

“Oh???”

“Naw, just kidding. Come on, I’ll show you.” He led her back through the yard and into the kitchen. She sat on a bar stool at the island and he went over to the refrigerator. He came back with a bowl of strawberries and a container of whip cream.

“Yummy!” He sat down next to her, placed the bowl on the counter, and shook up the can. He selected one of the strawberries and attempted to spray whip cream on it. A squirting noise came from the can. He frowned and shook it up while Nicki giggled quietly. He tried again with the same result. He started to get frustrated and she finally offered to try. She pointed it at the strawberry and held down the tip. When nothing came out, she looked at it. As she turned it back to Drake it sprayed all over his face and shirt. She dropped the can and doubled over laughing as he sat there covered in whipped cream with an irritated expression on his face.

While she was laughing, he picked it up and sprayed her.

“OMG!!! YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!!!”

“Oh, but I think I did.” She hit him playfully on the shoulder and they finally got around to eating. After they cleaned up the mess, they headed upstairs to his room. He removed his shirt, threw it on the floor, and got in bed next to her. They both smiled in absolute content.

“Remember when we got Twitter married and everyone thought it was real?”

“Ohhhh, man. That was the best. Even my mom thought it was real. She called the next morning freaking out!” he laughed.

“That was fun…” she trailed off.

“I was mad you filed for divorce though,” he stated sadly.

“Awww, you big baby!” She straddled his lap, leaned forward, and repeatedly pecked his lips, “All better now?”

“Muuuch better!” he replied. She rolled off of him and snuggled into his side. He clapped twice to turn off the lights, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight,” she sighed happily.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

 A big shout out to my co-writer/editor/helps-me-with-ideas-when-I-have-writers-block person Jazzy (@aubreyspillow). Please comment :)