10. Nasseem #2
I pulled out my phone without even thinking. Snapped a picture of her standing there, eyes closed, hand on the mic like she was already performing for the world.
After soundcheck, she disappeared into glam, and I hung back, sipping bottled water and nodding off the occasional staffer who recognized me from my last fight promo. I didn’t want the spotlight. Not tonight. It was hers.
When she came back out, I had to catch my breath. Soft makeup. Curls half-up in a ponytail the other half cascading down her back. Lashes fluttering. Red lips parted. Diamond choker catching every light. She was something out of a goddamn dream.
She shot me a glance as she walked past, subtle as hell, but it was the kind of look that reminded me of what was waiting for me after the performance.
I couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on my face.
They called her to stage, and I followed behind the crew, slipping behind the curtain where the band was already in position.
The room dimmed. The audience hushed. Her name echoed through the studio.
And then, there she was, alone under the lights, owning every inch of that stage.
When the track kicked in, I felt it in my chest. Her voice was smooth and strong, sultry as hell but soaked in emotion.
She wasn’t just singing that shit, she was testifying.
Each lyric hit like a truth she’d been sitting on too long, like she was pouring her soul into the mic and making the audience carry it with her.
The way she moved, confident, graceful, sexy without even trying. The crowd was locked in, caught up in her vibe like I’d been from day one. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I watched from behind the curtain, chest tight, heart thumping like I was the one under the lights. It was wild how proud I felt. How in love I was with a woman who didn’t even need me to shine, but somehow still made space for me in her orbit.
The interview after was quick. Fallon cracked jokes, asked her about The Coven’s final season, and Egypt handled it like a pro. She was charismatic, always had a witty response which kept the audience—and me- laughing. She handled it like it was effortless.
Then he pivoted. “Your album’s on the way, right?” he asked. “This performance gave us feels. What’s the vibe? What should we expect?”
She leaned in, flashing that slow, knowing smile. “It’s personal. It’s grown. It’s love… but it’s complicated. It’s honest.”
Fallon blinked. “Whew. Okay. That sounds intense.”
She laughed. “Nah Jimmy, it’s just real.”
After the segment, she came off stage glowing. Not just from sweat or the lights—but from pride.
“You fuckin’ murdered that shit,” I said, pulling her into me.
She wrapped her arms around my waist, holding on like she never wanted to let go. She didn’t say anything, she just kissed me, right there backstage, where anybody could see. And I didn’t give a fuck.
New York was loud as hell but feeling real quiet tonight.
Or maybe it was just her. Egypt had that effect making everything else disappear the second she smiled.
We left 30 Rock hand in hand, cameras still flashing, but she didn’t flinch.
She was floating and glowing. Not just from the lights, but from everything.
The performance, the interview, the love.
She was in her bag, and I was front row for all of it.
“You hungry?” I asked as we slid into the car.
“Starving.”
I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Say less. I got you.”
I had already made a call earlier. Nothing too crazy, just a lowkey spot downtown I used to hit when I was training in the city a few years back. Candlelit vibe, smooth ass R&B, and a kitchen that stayed open late. Private booth in the back. That was the energy we needed.
She tucked her feet up on the seat and pulled her phone out. Her notifications were blowing up—like, nonstop. I could hear the buzzing from my side.
“Oh my God,” she laughed, scrolling fast. “This is wild. Like, WILD. My mentions are ridiculous.”
“That’s cause you lit, E,” I said, watching her while she wasn’t looking. “You walked out on that stage like you owned the whole building.”
She looked up, smile stretching wide. “You really think so?”
I scoffed. “Do I—man, hell yeah. I been sayin’ this since you played me the first demo. Notice Me was already a hit before the band flipped it live. You stepped out there and gave ‘em you. Not the actress, not the character. You.”
She blinked a couple times, eyes soft. “That means everything coming from you.”
I almost said it. I felt the words crawl up my throat, heavy and warm. I love you. But I caught myself and swallowed it back. I cleared my throat and reached for my glass. “Anyway, this food finna slap.”
The restaurant was dim, quiet. Table lit by one little lamp like it was tryna keep a secret.
Egypt ordered pasta and wine. I kept it simple—steak and bourbon.
We laughed, talked about her upcoming press stops, whether she should drop another single or wait on the full rollout.
I could tell she wanted to slow down and enjoy the high, but she was already thinking five moves ahead.
That was Egypt. Soft on the surface, business shark underneath.
When dinner was over, we slid back into the car, her curled up again—barefoot now, heels tossed somewhere under the seat. She threw her legs across my lap like it was second nature. Head resting against the window, thumb scrolling.
I didn’t realize she had taken a picture ‘til I heard the little shutter sound. I glanced down at my phone after getting a notification and saw her post on X. It was her legs. My lap. Just a moody lil’ shadowy shot with some caption like:
“All I need in this life of sin, is me and my
boyfriend
”
The picture didn’t show me at all. But I knew what it was. And I was tired of pretending and hiding. I pulled out my phone, tapped on the post, and hit reply:
“Mine ”
I didn’t hesitate and I didn’t care. I turned off my phone and grabbed hers right out her hand before she could see the notification.
“Hey!”
“Nah,” I said, leaning over to kiss her neck. “We off the grid tonight. Whatever it is can wait.”
“You really turned my shit off?”
“Yup. Whole night is just us. We’ll deal with the internet in the morning.”
She laughed, tucking herself into me like she belonged there. And lowkey? She did.
The next morning, I was up first. Not because I wanted to be, but cause my phone wouldn’t stop going off. I rubbed my eyes, checked the screen, and there it was:
LIPSTICK CONFIDENTIAL: “Egypt Armstrong Has a New Man—and It’s Exactly Who We Thought It Was
Beneath it, a screenshot of her tweet and my reply blown up along with a link to the actual blog post. I clicked the link then came face to face with the post.
LIPSTICK CONFIDENTIAL
Category: Celebrity Tea | Date: [Jun 16, 2024]
Title: Egypt Armstrong Has a New Man—and It's Exactly Who We Thought It Was
Let’s talk about the soft launch heard ‘round the internet.
After a flawless performance on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon , our girl Egypt Armstrong—actress, singer, and rising R&B princess—decided to casually post a moody little pic of herself stretched out post-performance, bare legs draped across a very masculine lap.
No tags. No face. Just a caption that read:
“All I need in this life of sin, is me and my boyfriend ”
Well. It didn’t take long before that mystery lap responded with a little heat of his own:
“mine ”
And the man behind that possessive, emoji-heavy response?
Boxing star Nasseem Walker.
Yep. That Nasseem. Heavyweight powerhouse, social media menace and longtime best friend of NBA star Creed Langston.
This isn’t the first time Egypt and Nasseem have been seen in the same circles—fans have pointed out their connection for years thanks to their mutual friends Serenity Bradshaw, Creed Langston, Averi St. Claire, and Royal Teegan.
But this is the first time we’ve seen actual receipts suggesting anything more than frenemy banter and group hangs.
Let’s rewind for a second.
A few weeks ago, we received anonymous DMs from two separate sources who claim they were dining at Providence (yes, that Providence) when a man matching Nasseem’s exact description interrupted a date Egypt was on with a mystery guy.
According to our sources, the man walked right up to Egypt’s table, said a few words that allegedly had her up and out of there real quick , and they left together. That incident left fans side-eyeing. And now? We’ve got some confirmation.
Let’s be clear: neither Egypt nor Nasseem has made a formal statement. But with a tweet like that and a tweet back like this? It’s giving soft launch turned hard launch in 0.2 seconds.
And let’s not ignore the timing. Egypt’s single “Notice Me” is steadily climbing the charts, her Fallon performance is trending across socials, and she’s being hailed as the one to watch in the next generation of R&B. She’s got the music. The look. The brand. And now… a man?
We’re here for it.
New career. New era. New energy.
New man.
Go ‘head, Egypt. We see you. And Nasseem?
Stay in your lane, king. But make it cute.
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Is Egypt and Nasseem the new “it” couple we didn’t know we needed?
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I shook my head and grinned. “Yo,” I muttered, still half-sleep, nudging Egypt. “We really out now.”
Egypt rolled over, groggy. “Mmm?” I handed her the phone. She blinked a few times. Then a soft smile tugged at her lips. “Wow Nasseem.”
“You mad?”
She shook her head. “Nope, just surprised. Didn’t think that was how we’d pop out.”
“Well, you shoulda known better than to post them damn thighs in my lap.” We both laughed.
She leaned over and kissed my chest. “Guess it’s official.”
“Been official,” I said, pulling her in closer. “They just finally caught up.”