10. Drix
DRIX
Iwoke up around two in the morning due to going to sleep early. For the first time in a long time, I had a burning desire to lay down a track but lay in bed for a little longer since Myome was curled against me.
Shit.
I’d slept with Myome. Well, I hadn’t just slept with her. I licked her ass to death then slow stroked her until she was whimpering and melting in my hands.
We damn near had to stay married now.
I hadn’t lied about anything I’d told her.
I considered her a friend, and since I now knew the pussy was immaculate, I was down with locking in.
Shit. How many people could say their wife was one of their best friends who they just happened to have mind blowing sex with?
She wasn’t a gold digger. She’d signed a prenup without hesitation.
She wasn’t a yes man or bird ass bitch who didn’t care how I acted either.
She’d proven that with how she’d ditched me without a single word for two weeks and just started dating again.
She wasn’t sitting around waiting for me to act right nor begging for me to do it either.
She had self-respect and she’d slapped the fuck out of me too.
I liked that shit. I’d been serious when I told Myome I liked my women a lil crazy and she was just the right amount.
I wanted somebody in my corner who knew how to check me when I needed to be checked.
It helped that I knew she cared about my opinion and the work I did, could follow and submit when necessary, and took dick like a champ.
I was fucking with it.
When she rolled away from me, I hopped out of bed and went in search of our discarded clothes.
I checked my phone as soon as I got to it and saw Chandler had been blowing me up.
It was a little late to call her back now so I just sent her a text letting her know she could reach out when she woke up.
I called myself an iDrive, took care of my hygiene needs, grabbed a bottle of water, and headed out.
I grabbed what I needed from the back of my truck, booked my usual room, and headed to the studio. I locked the door, sat down, and played one of the instrumentals I’d just snatched back from Trapp. I bobbed my head as the music played for a bit then grabbed my phone and wrote.
I got three verses written and recorded before the sun came up. Then I collapsed onto the couch and let it play all the way through a few times before I toyed around with ideas for the chorus. It took me another hour to finalize what I wanted it to sound like and get the lyrics right.
It was about six in the morning when I headed out of the studio feeling good about where I was with my song, knowing I’d probably never release it.
I stopped at Brewed Bean and got breakfast sandwiches and a chai for Myome.
Then I stopped at Blended to get myself a smoothie before heading back to her spot.
I let myself inside using her spare key and collapsed at her kitchen table to check my emails while I drank my smoothie and ate my sandwich.
I was almost done shifting through them when a call from Chandler popped up and I answered it instantly.
“What’s up?”
“Good morning,” she sang. “I don’t know what you did to Niecy or Trapp or whoever but the statement is definitely helping and I think it’s about time you and Myome do press if y’all are going to stay together.
I know I said to wait for a little so you didn’t seem too eager or interested in the fame, but it’s been over a month and I think it’ll be good to show a united front and get back in the tabloids again. ”
“I hear you. What were you thinking?”
“A podcast today and a radio show in two weeks. That’ll be right after Radiant Reverie announces the official date for their album release.”
“Alright. I can do that.”
“Great. I’ve already spoken to Allison, so Myome is free from her prior schedule if you can get her to agree to go.”
“A’ight. We’ll be there. Just send me the time and address.
“Are you sure you’ll both be there? Before I commit to this, Berlin.”
“I’m sure. I’m sitting in shawty’s kitchen as we speak. I think we’re good.”
“You’re sitting in Myome’s kitchen at…” She paused. “Eight in the morning after not answering my calls all night. That’s interesting.”
“Don’t start, Chan,” I warned.
“I’m not.” She paused for a moment. “But you’re cute together.”
“Yeah. A’ight, man. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I hung up and went back to checking my unopened emails and trying to get my breakfast down.
“Hi.” Myome’s little voice had me glancing up from my phone.
She wore a T-shirt and a pair of leggings. She wiped her eyes and yawned as she walked further inside the kitchen.
“What’s up?” I pushed back from her table and held both hands out toward her.
She didn’t ask any questions. She walked over and I grabbed her waist. I lowered her to my knee and she turned into me, throwing her arms around my neck and laying her head on my shoulder. I wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and used the other to finish looking at my emails.
It was almost scary how simple shit felt, how normal having Myome in my lap felt.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Morning.”
“We slept together,” she said after a few seconds of silence.
“We did.”
“And now we’re…” She paused while she thought of her next words.
“Now, we chilling,” I said simply.
“We’re dating,” she clarified.
“Word?”
“Berlin.” She lifted her head, gripped my face, tilted my head back, and locked eyes with me. “Don’t fucking play with me.”
I snickered.
“That good dick got you spazzing already, huh?”
“Please don’t act like you weren’t upset about me potentially being on a date. That shit had you saying you didn’t want me getting dressed for other men and buried in my pussy talking about how you—”
I cut Myome off. “I’m fucking with you.” I leaned up and kissed her smart ass mouth. “I know what the fuck I said and I meant that shit.” I lightly smacked her ass. “Chill out.”
She cut her eyes at me but didn’t argue.
“Yeah, yeah.” She leaned down and kissed me and I tightened my hold on her.
“I got you a chai.” I spoke against her mouth.
“You did?” She looked one way then the other.
“Yeah. It’s in the fridge.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
Myome pushed up off my lap and swiftly walked toward the fridge. She collected her chai and took a long sip. She hummed in contentment and nodded.
“I know that shit ain’t that good.”
“It’s better.” She smiled. “You got me Brewed Bean breakfast too? You’re heaven sent.” Myome walked over to the box of pastries on the far counter and flipped it open. “When did you even put this order in to get these before they sold out?”
“I was there damn near when they opened.”
“You left?” She grabbed two croissants and walked back to the table.
“Myome, I wrote and recorded a whole fucking song, got you chai and breakfast, got myself a smoothie, and cleared out my emails.”
She whistled as she got comfortable on her chair, lifting one of her feet onto it.
“What time did you get up?”
“Around two.”
“Jesus.” She whistled.
I chuckled at how shocked she looked while she pulled one of her croissants apart and shook her head in amazement.
“Chandler got a gig for us too,” I announced.
“For us?” Myome repeated.
“Our first podcast interview as a couple.”
“When?”
“Today. She already got clearance from Allison for you to miss rehearsal to get this done.”
“Shit. Okay.” Myome took another bite of her croissant then hopped down. “I’ll eat this and start my makeup and be done in no time. I promise.”
“I ain’t rushing you,” I said simply.
“Right.” Myome grabbed her tea and damn near bolted out of the room.
I watched her go then went back to my emails. I got hundreds a day and had Chandler go through a lot of them, but anything requesting beats or collaboration in some way went through my hands and mine alone. Branding, interviews, and all that other shit was at Chandler’s discretion though.
When I got bored of deleting and responding to emails, I went in search of Myome.
I found her sitting on the floor in her bedroom in front of the floor length mirror attached to her closet door, makeup surrounding her.
She had headphones in, singing quietly. I watched her for a little then headed back to the living room, collapsed into her recliner, and leaned back.
I was starting to feel the effects of starting my day early so I closed my eyes and decided to get a quick nap in.
When I woke up, it was to Myome tapping me lightly. She had on a full face of makeup and her hair was straightened and tucked behind her ears.
“I’m ready.” She did a little spin to show off the tight, light blue jeans and lil black shirt she wore.
“Give me five and I’ll be ready.” I climbed up. “You look good, baby,” I added.
“Thank you.”
I went to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth again then headed to the front where Myome waited for me, sitting on the couch and tapping away on her phone.
“Can we take my car?” Myome asked.
I lifted an eyebrow.
“You’re not about to drive me around the city, Yo.”
“You can drive, but I need gas in my car. So I just figured—”
I cut her off. “We can take it.”
“Okay. Great.”
I yanked the front door open and Myome tossed her car keys to me while we walked toward it.
I drove us to the nearest gas station and left Myome in the car while I hopped out to pump gas. I watched the “see cashier” message pop up and exhaled but leaned down to address Myome through the cracked window.
“You want something from inside?”
“Gum, please.”
“I got you and ay, roll this window up. We need to get yo’ shit tinted a lil darker.”
“Nothing is wrong with my tint.”
“Yeah. A’ight.”
I didn’t bother arguing my case because I’d have her windows tinted ASAP, no matter what she said.
I headed into the gas station, grabbed a water bottle and gum for Myome, then made my way to the cash register.
“Let me get this and forty on pump two,” I said.
“Okay. Sure.”