I'm Back...Maybe

 Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I'm always super busy or tired. But anyway, I had a creative writing assignment for English about 3 months ago and we have the option to continue it for extra credit, so I just now realized it could possibly be a decent fanfic. I'm definitely not Kiara, Dani, or Koyoa, but I tried. Tell me what you think...         

            In a split second everything went black. It stayed like that for a long time. I don’t know how long though. I was stuck between life and death. Hanging on the edge of consciousness, fighting with all I had just to stay alive. I tried to breathe and it worked. What was that sound? It’s like beeping interpolated with blurry voices. Where am I? I finally found the strength to open my eyes.

            “She’s coming to!”

All of my muscles are sore and wires are attached to nearly every visible surface of my skin. A hospital. I look to my left and see a doctor and a nurse solemnly discussing something. I clear my throat to get their attention. They turn around with pity written all over their faces. I frown.

            “What happened to me?” I question.

            “Well,” the doctor starts, “2 weeks ago you were in a near fatal car accident and you slipped into a coma. You sustained a minor brain contusion and several lacerations, but luckily, nothing too serious.” I exhale. I’m fine…but wait, he’s not finished.

            “Unfortunately, you lost your baby boy.” I gasp and instinctively clutch my now-barren abdomen. I hadn’t even known. How could I have been so careless? An unfamiliar substance stings the rims of my eyes. Tears. After my dad died, I promised to never cry again, but this, I wasn’t prepared for. Everything in my life was so perfectly calculated so nothing like this would happen. It’s all my fault, I let him down.

            I wake up in a cold sweat. That was 2 years ago and to this very day, I still have nightmares about it. I don’t know why that was the hardest part for me. Everything before it was so much worst, but something about losing him, but never knowing he was there really messed with me.

            Sometimes I wonder if things could have gone differently. Maybe if my dad was still alive, I wouldn’t have had to grow up so fast. My mom was devastated, she couldn’t even function. The roles eventually reversed and I ended up taking care of her. She depended on me for everything.­

            One day I grew tired of all her silly demands, moping, and incompetence. We were arguing about responsibilities-this and grief-that and family should be there for each other. I just walked out. I couldn’t take it anymore. She called for me over and over and over. She pleaded from the doorstep for me to come back. I should’ve listened.

            I knew nothing good could come out of walking around Queens alone at night, but I didn’t care. I wandered aimlessly through empty streets and dark alleyways with no specific destination in mind. I stopped at a convenience store on the corner of Utopia and Union to use the bathroom, but I didn’t notice the look the cashier was giving me until it was too late. After I came out, I was going to leave, but the door was locked. When I turned around he punched me in the jaw and I slid to the floor. He dragged me behind the counter and ripped my sweats off. It was all downhill from there.

            I woke up in the same spot on the floor and he was gone. The pain was almost unbearable. There was dried up blood on my thighs. I didn’t cry though. I made a promise to myself and I didn’t intend to break it. I picked the ripped sweats up from the floor, tied them around my waist, and made my way home.

            Everyone noticed something about me was different, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone what happened. I tried my hardest to forget it, but things like that don’t just disappear.

            It made me stronger and more guarded. I didn’t feel emotions anymore. What else could possibly be worst? Never ask that question because then life will do all it can to prove you wrong.

Note

I hate to say this, but I might discontinue this story. I have so many ideas, but I just don't have the inspiration to put them all together. I don't wanna give it to anyone else because I know exactly what I want to happen, but I just can't get the words out right. I'll give it some more time and see what I can do, but for now this story is on hold. Sorry guys :|

Take It to the Head

Sorry for making you guys wait so long and not posting when I said I would. Writer's block is a bitch. Plus my aunt came home from Texas and I haven't seen her in 2 years so I was sorta busy. I kinda hate this chapter idk why but I hope you guys like it even though it's kinda short :/ But omg if you live under a rock and didn't hear about the perfection that took place at Wireless go watch this ^____^ -----> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xKtLlj0yc18&list=FLQz0TiXWO8oX8iX_YVewv3A&index=1&feature=plpp_video

After they finished breakfast, they were getting dressed. Drake was pulling on his shirt when Nicki asked, “What car are we taking?”

“Well, we wouldn’t want anyone to get suspicious, so you go ahead first and I’ll be there a couple minutes later.”

“Alright, babe. I’m leaving now, so I’ll see you when you get there.” He walked her downstairs and out to her car.

“Be safe,” he told her.

“I will,” she stated before stretching up to peck his lips.

When she got to the set, she went straight to her dressing room. She changed into a pair of striped leggings, a green tutu, a cut off, black, netted shirt, and black and green, platform combat boots. Joyce and Terrence came in and she sat in the chair in front of the vanity so they could do her hair and make up.

When Drake arrived, he saw Khaled, Chris, Ross, and Wayne all chatting. He dapped them up and exchanged greetings before joining their conversation.

“Alright, Chris, I need you on set now!” called the director, Colin Tilley. They started shooting the scenes and Drake made a cameo with Khaled during Ross’ verse.

Nicki finally emerged from her dressing room and saw Drake talking to Busta Rhymes. She bit her lip and watched him. She couldn’t deny how good he looked in his blue and white varsity jacket. She was only snapped out of her trance when Colin called for her on set.

After she finished her take, she purposely avoided Drake, as not to draw any suspicion. As far as anyone knew, they still weren’t talking. Once back in the privacy of her dressing room, she stripped down to her bra and panties and took off her blonde wig. She grabbed her phone from the vanity and plopped down on the couch. She saw she had a text from Drake.

Drake: So you tryna avoid me?

Nicki: We don’t want anyone to get suspicious :p

I guess she’s right, he thought to himself and shrugged. He checked to see if anyone was around then responded.

Drake: Hmm true. Come to the door

She smiled and walked across the room before opening the door and grabbing his collar and quickly pulling him inside. He noticed her attire and frowned.

“Awww, I missed the peep show.” She just rolled her eyes, pushed his chest, and walked back over to the couch. He sat down next to her and started placing kisses on her neck.

“I know I promised you that we’d finish, but I didn’t mean on set,” she said playfully before redressing.

“Well, can I at least get a kiss?” he begged.

“I guess I could do that.” She wrapped her around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist before their lips crashed together in pure passion. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally pulled apart.

“You should go before people start wondering,” she suggested.

“Alright, babe. You coming back to my place tonight?”

“Yeah, pauz.”

“See you there.” He kissed her one last time before opening the door, looking both ways, and leaving. He headed to the gym to meet his trainer and she went off to tour rehearsals where SB would join her.

They both got back home around 5 and they were exhausted. After showering, they got in bed and Love & Basketball was on. They decided to order take out since neither of them wanted to cook. Drake got up 15 minutes later when the doorbell rang and ventured downstairs to pay the delivery man. When they were done eating they sat in the comfortable silence.

"Hey, Nic..." he said.

"Yeah, babe?"

"You know I love you, right?" he inquired.

"Of course." she kissed his nose before dozing off. He just watched her. She was so beautiful. How did I get so lucky? he thought before turning off the television and drifting to sleep himslef

Comment pleaaaase. Feedback is essential to the writing process and I want to know what you guys want to happen :)

Update

Okay so the chapter should be up later tonight or tomorrow. Sorry it took so long I was flowing then I had writers block like a bitch. It was serious. But get this, I hand write everything in this notebook and keep it under my pillow on hide under a bunch of crap on my desk so no one goes in my shit. One day I guess I left it out and my mom read it and I didn't know. Then she told me she read it and I was like :O and now she knows I'm a freak O.o

Preview: Take It to the Head

Just to hold you guys over. I'm really tired cuz I went to the beach today and I was with my god niece and nephew and they're only 1 and 3. And I know you guys are gonna hate this but I'll probably only be posting once a week now but I'll try to do more if I can. Sowwy :c

Nicki woke up to bright sunlight shining through the window. Drake’s arms were still clasped securely around her waist as he snored softly. She turned around and just watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful. She dragged her nails lightly against his stubble. He opened his eyes suddenly and smiled.

“Well, good morning to you too, sleepyhead,” she said playfully.

“Hey, babe,” he replied and pecked her on the lips. She wrinkled her nose and frowned slightly in response.

“What?” he asked innocently.

“Morning breath…eww.” He just laughed.

“What are you doing today?” he yawned.

“Shooting the Take It to the Head video and then tour rehearsals.”

“Well, I haven’t seen Wayne or Ross in a while, so how bout I go with you?”

“That’s perfect! Now, go brush your teeth and I’ll make breakfast.” She skipped down the stairs and got started in the kitchen while he relieved himself. He ventured downstairs and into the kitchen.  He leaned against the refrigerator and watched her at the stove. She turned around to get eggs out of the fridge and noticed him. They both smiled, their eyes communicating what words couldn’t. She walked into his waiting arms and wrapped hers around his neck.

“I brushed my teeth,” he said. She giggled, then stretched up to her tippy toes and kissed him passionately. When he started to suck on her bottom lip, she pulled away softly and laid her head on his chest.

“We have somewhere to be,” she pleaded.

“I know,” he sighed.

“We can finish this later,” she said as she got the eggs and returned to the stove.

“You promise?”

“Of course,” she winked.

Full chapter should be up within the next couple days. Comment please :)

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 :)

Official Girl

Okay just a warning you guys are gonna hate me just a little bit after this, but I promise I'll make up for it eventually :P enjoy!

The next morning, she woke up and frowned when she felt his side of the bed empty. She rolled over to get her Blackberry off her night stand, but a smile spread across her face when she saw a note that said “Nicki” on it and one of the pink roses from the day before. She opened it and read it. It said, “Stay in bed. I have another surprise. Just wait. (Pauz) –Drake J”

She got up to relieve herself and brush her teeth. She got back in bed and just when she finished checking her BlackBerry, Drake came in wearing only his boxers and carrying a tray with pancakes, bacon, eggs, fruit, and orange juice on it.

“Awwww, Aubrey, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“No, I wanted to since you were such a gracious host last night.” He winked and she blushed.

“So…you think you tryna get some abs, huh?”

“Well, my trainer has been working specifically on that area along with a few others.” He flexed his biceps and grinned. “He said most of my female fans would appreciate it and I wanna be in the best shape for my tour,” he told her as he sat the tray down and climbed on the bed. Nicki reached for the fork.

“Ah, ah, ah. Nope.” He took it from her and she cocked her head to the side in confusion.

“I got this.” He scooped up some eggs and she opened her mouth.

“What are the magic words?” he asked.

“Please?” she replied.

“Nope.”

“Oh come on, they're getting cold!” Nicki teased.

“What are the magic words?” Drake asked again.

“I don't know, you won't tell me,” Nicki laughed.

“I'll give you a hint,” Drake replied, “it kinda has my name in it.”

“Please Drake?” Nicki asked, eyes wide because she had no idea.

“Something you do to syrup on pancakes.”

“Drizzle?” Drake laughed and said, “FINALLY!” and fed her the eggs.

After they were done, she said, “Thank you so much, for everything, Aubrey. I didn’t know you could cook like this!”

“Girl, you never doubt a mama’s boy in the kitchen!”

“Oh, so you on ya cocky shit, huh?”

“You know you like it…” He pinned her wrists over her head as he hovered over her. The air was thick with sexual tension. He slowly inched his face closer and closer to hers and their lips finally met. They kissed hungrily and electricity pulsed through their veins as she dragged her fingers through his curls. He sucked softly on her bottom lip and she gladly granted him access. Their tongues wrestled and they only pulled apart to take a much needed breath.

He kissed her chin, along her jaw, her neck, and gently tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. She softly moaned as he caressed her curves.

“Let me do you right,” he said and she gladly obliged. He peeled off her shirt and kissed the top of her perfect breasts. He sprinkled kisses all the way down to her belly button.

“Aubrey, wait. We can’t do this.” He sat up and lowered his head.

“I understand,” he said hesitantly. Damn, I knew it was too good to be true, he thought to himself.

“Aubrey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I just got so caught up in the moment and…I just don’t know what happened. It shouldn’t have gone that far. I’m so sorry.” She looked down into her lap and tears began to fall.

“Hey, listen to me, don’t cry. Nic, it doesn’t have to be this way.” He used his thumbs to wipe her tears.

“What do you mean?” she sniffed.

"Nicki." Drake said

"Yes?" Nicki replied, looking up at him.

"Remember when we were shooting Moment 4 Life and I called you my queen?"

"Yes…" she trailed off, remembering the behind-the-scenes encounter.

"I was being serious," he admitted. She sighed.

 “Not this again. Aubrey, I’ve told you over and ov-“

“GOD DAMMIT, NIC! You and I both know that brother/sister crap is bullshit and you just proved it.” He softened his voice. “You gotta stop lying to yourself, Onika. We can make it work, but you gotta let me in.”

“You don’t understand! I’ve been hurt so much. And everyone who didn’t hurt me left me! I can’t let my guard down and I have to do it on my own.” He took her hands.

“Nic, you’ve gotta understand, I’ve been hurt, too and I want nothing more than to be with you. I’m giving you my heart while it’s broken so we can heal together. It’ll only make us stronger. You don’t have to do it alone, I’ve been here from the start, I’m still here, and I won’t ever leave you,” he said with conviction, “I can’t promise you that I won’t make mistakes, but I’ll do my best and I’ll never stop loving you, no matter what.”

She stared at him unsure of what to say. “But…I’m scared,” she finally whispered.

“It’s okay. I’m different, I’m not like all those other niggas who left you and hurt you. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and be the man that puts that gorgeous smile on your face.” He tapped her nose and she showed her brilliant, dimpled smile.

“You really think we could work this out?” she questioned skeptically.

“Absolutely,” he said sincerely.

“Just don’t break my heart.”

“Never. Nic, I waited almost 4 years just for this moment, to hear you say those very words. I wouldn’t fuck this up for the world, baby.” He pulled her close and kissed her softly as he gently squeezed her ass.

“Aubrey, I don’t think I’ll be able to get to my meeting on time if you keep this up,” she said between short breaths.

He just laughed and said, “I gotchu later, just wait,” then winked. She sighed in content.

“Well, I gotta get up now. I need to take a shower,” she pleaded. He rolled from on top of her and she walked to the bathroom, stripping off what was left of her clothes while he just watched with his mouth hanging open. Just then her phone started ringing.

“Could you get that for me,” she shouted over the running water, “then feel free to join me.”

The Caller ID said Safaree.

“Hello?” Drake answered.

“Hey Nic – wait, who is this?”

“Drake.”

“Oh, whaddup, bro? Where’s Nic at?”

“She’s in the shower right now.”

“Aight, just let her know I’ll be there in like 45 minutes to pick her up for her meeting at 10:30.”

“I gotchu.”

“Thanks, man. See ya.”

“Bye.” He hung up and hurriedly stripped out of his boxers to join Nicki. He stepped into the shower behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed himself against her while placing kisses on her shoulder. She gasped as she felt his erect member come in contact with her plump ass.

“Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she said seductively.

“Oh, best believe, I can finish it, but once you get some of this, you won’t wanna stop.”

“Is that the case?”

“Yeah, but that was Safaree calling. He said he’d be here in 45miutes,” he said nonchalantly while placing more kisses on her back.

“Shit,” she cursed under her breath.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be here all day if you want me to be.”

“I would love that, but right now, I would loooove to wash up and get out of here before something really happens.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. She handed him her body wash and loofah and he washed her, then grabbed a wash cloth and washed himself. After they rinsed off and got out, she brushed her teeth while he dried off.

“You really asking for it.”

“For what?” she inquired as she turned around.

“Do I really have to explain?”

“Ooooh, I see Jimmy’s excited,” she said between giggles.

“You laughing now, but you’ll be screaming my name when I put it on you.”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll go put on some clothes.” She winked and ran back into the bedroom, covering her boobs. He shook his head and laughed. About 20 minutes later, she had on a red dress, a black leather jacket, and black Louboutins. He just put on his jeans and white OVO crew neck sweatshirt from the day before.

She sauntered over to the recliner he was sitting in and sat on his lap.

“So…” she said as she traced his lips with her index finger, “what are you gonna do all day while I’m gone?”

“Depends on how long you’ll be gone.”

“Hmmm, probably about four or five hours max. We’re finalizing the stage set-up for the tour and possible wardrobe options.”

“Well, I have a video conference with 40, so I gotta head home, but how about you just come by my house when you’re done. I’ll have something special waiting for you.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Well, I’mma head out. Don’t hesitate to call or text me if you need anything, okay?”

“I got it, Aubrey.” 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.

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