3. Myome
MYOME
Iheard my name and jumped out of my sleep.
Immediately, I felt like my head was being banged on the sidewalk.
My eyes slammed shut and I groaned. I sat up in the bed and rubbed both of my eyes for several moments before I decided to try my luck again.
I forced myself to take slow breaths and slowly tried my hand at looking around again.
I froze the second I realized I wasn’t in my room. I let out a small scream when I saw that not only was I not in my room, but I had someone beside me in bed.
It took another moment to realize it was Drix staring at me and looking as confused as I fucking felt.
“Oh my fucking God.” I looked around his room again. “Did we sleep together?”
“Worse.” Drix tossed his phone into my lap.
I looked down at the screen and saw he had a video pulled up. I pressed play and felt my eyes widen more and more the longer I watched it.
“We can’t be fucking married.” I looked at Drix. “We can’t be fucking married,” I repeated.
“Who the fuck you telling?” He snatched his phone back. “Get up. We need to figure out what we gon’ do.”
I looked at the ring on my finger.
Fuck.
“My team is going to kill me.” I looked at the end table for my phone but didn’t see it. I rubbed my nonexistent pockets then flipped the covers back and forth.
I found my phone beneath my pillow and I had five missed calls from Allison, two from Retta, and three from Charm.
“Fuck.” I tapped Allison’s name and put my phone to my ear. “Hello?”
“Did you get married, Myome?”
“Not on purpose!” I said quickly.
Drix’s phone started ringing. He grabbed it and climbed to his feet.
“What’s up?”
“Are you with him right now?” Allison asked.
“Yeah. I’m with him.” I watched Drix as he moved around his room, shirtless in boxers.
“We need to have a meeting now. Right fucking now,” she snapped.
“I know. You’re right. I just… I’ll be there,” I said quickly. “Where do you want me to meet you?”
“My office, Myome. Be there within the hour. I’ll have Charm and Retta here and hopefully I can get Drix’s team. We can all sit down and see about getting this fucking marriage taken care of.”
“Okay.” I nodded even though she couldn’t see me. “Okay. I’ll be there.”
“Good. We’ll talk then.” She hung up without waiting for a response and I fell backward into the pillow.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe I’d let something like this happen. I’d gambled my entire fucking future for a party and a night of fun. If the marriage scandal didn’t do me in, there was still a chance the fight I’d had outside of the club would.
“Ay. You good?” Drix’s voice had me opening my eyes again.
“What if we’re actually married?” I peeked at him.
“If we’re married, we’ll deal with that shit, but we can’t do it from in here. So come on. My people want to have a meeting.”
“Yeah. Well, so do mine.”
“Bet.” Drix tapped his phone then walked it toward me. “Put your manager or publicist’s or whatever’s phone number in so we can see about just having a group meeting.”
“Okay.”
I typed Allison’s number into Drix’s phone then handed it back to him.
“You wearing that?” he asked.
I looked down and realized I was in a shirt I didn’t recognize. That meant it was Drix’s. The alternative choice was the outfit I’d worn the night before.
“Yeah, if that’s okay.”
“If it wasn’t I wouldn’t have asked,” he deadpanned.
“You don’t have to be a smartass, Drix.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“You can take a shower in here and I’ll take the downstairs bathroom.”
“Okay.” I looked up at Drix. “Do you have shorts I may be able to fit?”
“Yeah. I know I’ve got some in the guest room.”
“And socks?”
“Damn, Myome. Anything else?”
I blinked up at him and smirked. “Nope.”
Drix checked his phone before leaving the room and I did my best not to stare at how well defined his muscles were and the way his morning wood was prevalent and just there for the viewing. It looked big but I tried not to think about that.
If anything, it reaffirmed that we hadn’t had sex because I would have known if we had. Despite my throbbing headache and light sensitivity, my body wasn’t sore or anything that would have led to me thinking we had sex.
“Alright.” Drix sauntered back in, still shirtless and pantless. “I think these might fit.” He lifted a pair of shorts.
He also had socks and an unopened toothbrush in hand.
I looked at the shorts in his hand. I’d expected a pair of shorts too small for him. Instead he had a pair of women’s athletic shorts.
“Am I going to have to beat another one of your hoes over these?” I asked seriously.
“Unless you calling my sister a hoe, nah.”
“Good.” I snatched the shorts and socks from him. Then I spun around and headed for the primary bathroom.
“You’re welcome.”
“Thank you,” I said right before I slammed the door.
I took a quick, hot shower, took care of my hygiene needs, including snatching Drix’s lotion to moisturize, and pulled on the athletic shorts and one of Drix’s shirts.
I tied it in a knot so it didn’t swallow me whole and turned both ways in the mirror, making sure I somewhat liked how it looked before I let myself out.
Drix’s house was nice and I had a burning desire to look around but didn’t. Instead I walked straight to the staircase and went downstairs.
I found Drix on a call in the kitchen in a T-shirt and athletic shorts, a pair of slides on his feet.
“We’ll be on our way in five minutes. See y’all in thirty.” He didn’t wait for a response. He just hung up. “You need anything before we head out?”
“Nope.”
“Bet. Let’s head out then. My sister got with Allison and they want to meet with us and your group at Allison’s office. “
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
“Here.” Drix dug into his pocket and pulled out a pair of shades.
I looked from the shades to his face before I took them.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah. If the light is hitting me like this, I can’t imagine how the sun is gon’ treat our asses.”
I groaned but put on the shades Drix had offered me.
He walked over to a wall of three different keys, plucked one up, and gestured for me to follow him.
He’d been right about the sun. I got dizzy as soon as I was outside.
We were halfway through our drive when I glanced at Drix. He had his shades on and drove with one hand, the other beneath his chin like he was pondering as he drove.
“Can we stop at Brewed Bean?” I asked, referencing a nearby coffeeshop.
“Didn’t I ask before we left if you wanted anything?”
“Drix.” I did my best to glare at him from behind the shades. “After the night we had and the day we’re bound to have, get my fucking chai.”
“Yo’ lil ass allergic to please or what?” He looked at me. “I’m letting you get away with a lot of shit because you were essentially drugged last night, but make this the last mothafuckin’ time you call yourself chesting up to a nigga when he ain’t been trying to do shit but make sure you good.”
I met his gaze and he glared me down in a way that had me shifting in my seat and turning to look out of the window.
He was right. Despite how rude he’d been in passing to other people, he hadn’t been rude to me.
He hadn’t insulted me or called me out of my name and had offered me his clothes and a shower, both of which he didn’t have to.
“I’m sorry,” I said after a moment. “My head is just throbbing and I’m overwhelmed with how bad I know shit is with the fight and the marriage both coming to light back to back like this.
” I sank in his seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “This could be the end of my career before it even got started.”
“Ay.” Drix lightly hit me in the arm to get me to look at him. “This ain’t the end of shit. You gon’ bounce back.” His confidence made me believe it as well. I nodded. He looked back at the road. “Don’t let this music shit stress you out and don’t let this life swallow you whole.”
I nodded again.
“I won’t.”
“Good.” He checked his mirror and switched lanes and I did my best not to grin too big when I saw he actually was heading to Brewed Bean.
We sat in silence while he drove, and when he got to the drive through, he looked at me.
“What do you want?”
“An iced chai.”
“Bet.” He rolled his window down. “Ay, man. Can I get an iced chai?”
“Large,” I added. “With almond milk and two pumps of liquid sugar.”
Drix looked at me then back to the speaker.
“You got that?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
“She wants a large with uh…” He looked back at me.
“Almond milk and two pumps of liquid sugar,” I repeated. “And what kind of breakfast sandwich do they have right now?”
Drix faced me again.
“Man, Myome, order this shit.”
He reclined his seat a little so I could lean over him and put my order in. I added a dozen donuts, six breakfast sandwiches, six bagels, and the drinks my team usually ordered.
I was halfway done when I actually realized how close I was to Drix and how good he smelled. His hand lightly brushed against my leg accidentally but having his featherlight touch on my bare skin while so close had me pulsing between my thighs.
“You may as well add me a coffee too—black,” he announced after my order was successfully repeated.
“Okay. Got it.”
“Thanks, man.”
I quickly moved back to my seat and clicked my seatbelt in place.
I reached for my card and froze when Drix handed his over to pay instead.
When we got our things, he helped me organize the boxes and drinks so they wouldn’t spill prior to pulling off.
“So you are actually nice sometimes?” I questioned.
“I’m always nice,” he said casually.
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.” He glanced at me. “I’m only rude when it’s deserved. If I ask you to respect my shit, not touch me, or not to waste my time and you do, I’m going to treat you like somebody who played in my face. Those who can’t hear must feel.”
“Whatever you say.” I shook my head and chuckled as I stabbed a straw into my drink.
“Whatever I say?” he repeated. “I like that.”
“I bet you do.” I took a sip of my drink and did my best not to look at him immediately.