17. Nasseem
NASSEEM
A in’t nothing like pullin’ up to LAX with Egypt by my side.
It had been damn near a month since we were last seen in public together, and now here we were, steppin’ out the terminal and into a waiting black truck together like none of that shit ever happened.
Like I ain’t break her heart. Like she ain’t cut me off.
Like we wasn’t just in Memphis tryin’ to pick up the pieces of what I broke.
And I was tryin’. Every fuckin’ day, I was tryin’.
We didn’t say much in the car ride back. Egypt had her shades on, head leaned against the window like she was tryna pretend I wasn’t even there. I didn’t take it personal. That was her way of processing shit—quiet, guarded, and stubborn as hell.
As we pulled away from the curb, my phone started going off. Notifications from group chats, Instagram DMs, texts from my manager and publicist. I ignored everything until I saw the headline from Lipstick Confidential .
Egypt + Nasseem Spotted at LAX: Are They Back Together?
Just when we thought it was over… our favorite industry soft-launch couple might be back ON. Egypt and boxer Nasseem Walker were seen leaving LAX together this morning, sparking rumors that the pair may have reconciled after weeks of speculation about their break-up.
While Egypt’s social media still shows him blocked (yikes), our sources confirm she’s just returned from a three-week trip to Memphis where she was seen recording music and spending time with family.
Nasseem, who’s been caught up in legal and public drama involving his brother, seemed to disappear from Egypt’s life… until now.
We don’t know exactly what’s going on between them—but one thing is for sure: they looked real cozy. Could this mean black love is back in rotation? Or will it all fall apart again? Either way, you know we’ll be watching.
Signed,
LC – Your messy cousin with the tea.
I threw my phone face-down on my lap. “Ain’t that some shit,” I muttered.
Egypt turned her head slightly but didn’t say a word.
Just sighed and looked back out the window.
We were headed to my condo so I could grab some clothes, but I couldn’t sit on this no more.
I had to tell her. “Yo…I need you to stay with me for a while.”
Egypt blinked slowly. “What?”
“I need you at my place. For real. I don’t want you alone right now.”
She shifted in her seat, looking at me for the first time since we landed. “Why?”
I ran my hand down my face, sighed heavy. “Because Nate’s been runnin’ his mouth. And not just to blogs. He…he said some shit, E.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of shit?”
“He threatened you.”
“What?”
“Remember I said we got into it at my gym?” she nodded her head.
“Well, he threatened me and then threatened you too. He said he knew where you lived, knew shit he shouldn’t.
It wasn’t just words either. He sent some dudes to follow me at the gym a few days before I went to Memphis.
He told me next time I might find a bullet in my back. ”
Egypt’s whole body tensed. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“I didn’t wanna scare you. But now? I need you close. Where I can protect you.”
She folded her arms across her chest. “Then we’re going to my house.”
“E—”
“No,” she cut me off. “You live in a high-rise, Nas. Anybody can get access. My place is gated, private, and more secure. If you want me close, we go to my house. Period.”
I nodded; jaw clenched. “Aight fine. We’ll go to your spot, but are you comfortable with me having a gun there?”
“Nasseem, I grew up in Memphis. I’m licensed to carry myself. I don’t give a fuck about no guns.”
“You got a piece at yo’ crib?”
“Several…was thinking about using one on yo ass last time you were there.” She replied matter of factly before looking back out the window. I tried to hide my smirk, even her threats were sexy.
We rode in silence the rest of the way. When we got to my place, I packed my shit up quick, threw it in the trunk of my Urus and drove us to the hills.
By the time we got settled, the energy felt lighter.
Being in her space, seeing her slippers by the door and her favorite candle burning in the kitchen—it felt like home.
“What you wanna eat for dinner?” Egypt asked laying down in my lap as I sat on the couch. I ran my fingers through her hair as she got comfortable.
“You.”
“Nasseem…” she sighed, rolling her beady ass eyes. “Be serious. I’m hungry.”
“Whatever you want baby, I don’t got no preference.” I laughed. “As long as I can have you for dessert.”
“I’m about to kick you out.”
“What?” I asked throwing my hands up in surrender.
“Be serious.”
“I was. Order whatever you want and while we wait, I’mma eat my meal.”
“You’re ridiculous.” She scoffed shaking her head. But I definitely noticed the smirk on her face.
I ain’t gon’ lie, being back in LA with Egypt felt good as hell.
There was still shit hanging over my head, but having her close, sleeping in her bed every night, waking up with her curled up next to me like she belonged there.
..made me feel like I had something worth fighting for.
She was quiet still, soft with me but not all the way open yet, like she was protecting herself, and I ain’t blame her.
I fucked up. But I was trying to fix that shit every day.
Today was Serenity’s big day, the grand opening of her dance studio in West Hollywood.
I knew she’d been working on it for years but with the end of their show, she had more time to dedicate to it.
Dance was Serenity’s first love, even before acting, before anything.
I was happy for her; she was my little sister; not blood related but connected for life.
Egypt stood in front of the mirror in our bedroom, brushing her edges, gold hoops in her ears, this olive green knit maxi dress that hugged her body in a way that made me reconsider even leaving the house.
Her stomach was still small, barely noticeable unless you knew what you were looking for, but I saw it and I felt it every time I touched her.
"You ready?" she asked, tossin’ her lip gloss in her purse and grabbin’ her keys.
"As ready as I’m gon’ be," I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. "You look good as fuck."
"Don't start, Nas," she warned, smiling though.
I leaned in, kissed the side of her neck. "Can't help it. My baby mama bad."
She rolled her eyes and laughed. "You keep talkin’ like that and we gon’ be late."
We pulled up to Serenity’s studio a little after 5.
The place was packed—press, influencers, dancers, folks from the industry, and of course the whole crew.
Serenity looked beautiful, in all black with her hair slicked back and her face beat.
Creed stood beside her, chest out, proud as hell, holdin’ Cree in one arm, and dappin’ folks up with the other.
Giovanni stood between them looking every bit as part of the family as they were.
The four of them were a sight to see, and I couldn’t help but to think about what Egypt, our kid and myself would look like.
As soon as we walked into the studio, we were greeted with applause, cameras flashin', people shoutin' out our names. The whole “Nasseem and Egypt are back together” narrative was practically screaming through the room, even if we hadn’t said a damn thing to the press.
Serenity made a beeline toward us, arms wide. “Y’all made it!”
“Of course we did,” Egypt smiled, hugging her tight. “Congratulations friend.”
“I’m so happy you’re back,” Serenity whispered, eyes flicking to me for a second. “Both of you.”
“Studio looks dope,” I told her. “Real proud of you, Sis.”
“Thank you,” she beamed. “Means a lot.”
The event went smooth—Serenity gave a speech that made her mama cry, then had one of her student groups perform a routine that damn near had the whole room on their feet.
Afterward, we all headed to the Bradshaw estate for dinner. Lenox and Sienna had invited everybody—Royal, Averi, Ari, Brodie, the kids, even Tasha showed up. The house was beautiful, as always, but the vibe was...off.
Even though Lenox and Sienna had agreed to work through their problems, I could feel the space between them.
There was no flirting, no touches, they were barely even glancing at each other.
Sienna smiled through it, pouring wine and serving food, but it felt like a performance.
Lenox was quiet, observant, like he was holding in every word he wanted to say.
We were all halfway through dinner when he cleared his throat and turned to me. “Nasseem, you heard anything else from your brother?”
I set my fork down. “Nah. Shit been real quiet since that blow up at the gym. But I don’t think it’s gon’ stay that way for long.”
Lenox nodded; his jaw tight. “Keep me posted. And keep your head on a swivel. That boy...he desperate. Desperate men do stupid shit.”
“Trust me,” I said, glancing at Egypt, “I ain’t takin’ no chances.”
I stayed close to her the whole night. Touching her knee under the table, whispering in her ear, grabbing her plate and pouring her water before she could ask. I ain’t care who saw—I needed her to know I was in this. All the way.
When we got back home later that night, Egypt kicked off her heels and threw her purse on the kitchen counter. I came up behind her again, wrapping my arms around her just like I did earlier that morning.
“I like this,” I said against her shoulder.
She tilted her head, brows raised. “Like what?”
“Us. Bein’ like this. You...carryin’ my kid. Comin’ home together. Feels like I got a real family.”
She turned in my arms, her expression soft but guarded. “You do have a family, Nas. Me and this baby—we’re yours. Just don’t piss me off again.”
I smirked. “Never again.”
“So, is this living arrangement a permanent thing or is this only temporary?” she asked. I cocked my head to the side, trying to hide the smirk threatening to grace my face.