16. Drix #2
Myome didn’t have any more mishaps, and when she walked off stage, Allison had joined me.
I was already holding her jacket open. That sixty something degree weather she wanted was a little lower and the women were wearing scantily clad outfits so I knew to have something on standby.
She slipped her arms in and turned to face me.
I zipped her up while Allison handed Charm and Retta their jackets.
Myome glared up at me with her arms crossed over her chest like her little ass was supposed to be intimidating.
“Do you want me to put hands on you?” Myome asked seriously.
“What?” I chuckled.
“You heard me. Do you want me to beat you and that bitch up?”
“What—”
“Don’t ask what bitch when you know I saw you with her, Berlin.”
Retta whistled and shook her head and Myome’s head snapped in her direction. If looks could kill, Retta’s ass would have been out of here.
“Let’s get out of the way. The next performers are hitting the stage,” Allison said quickly and clapped her hands. “We’ll meet up the day after tomorrow and talk about how the performance looked and what the reviews are saying, but honestly, I think you ladies did amazing.”
“Y’all did good,” I added.
“Thank you.” Charm bounced on her feet.
“We looked great, right?” Retta stuck her tongue out and danced a little.
“Yeah. Y’all killed that.” I gave them small smiles and Allison looked from me to Myome before nudging her head to the side and walking off.
Retta gave us one more look then followed her.
“You good, My-My?” Charm asked.
“She’s good. I got her,” I offered.
“I didn’t ask you. No offense.” She reached over and put a hand on her girl’s shoulder. “Are you good, Myome?” she repeated.
“Yeah. I’m good, girl. You can go.” She answered with her eyes still focused on me. Charm nodded.
“Okay. Call me if you need me.” She rubbed Myome’s shoulder and squeezed before following Retta and Allison.
As soon as she hit the corner, Myome backed out of my space and slapped the taste out of my mouth. I clenched my jaw, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.
“I’m not going to let you slap me too many more times, Twin,” I warned.
“You’re about to not have to worry about ever seeing me again let alone me slapping you, Drix.”
“Yeah, alright.” I gripped the front of her jacket and jerked her in again. “You’re not my girlfriend or some lil hoe I drop dick off in sometimes. You’re my wife. I come home to yo’ ass every night and wake up to you every morning. I’m not worried about any other women, especially that one.”
“You sure? Because she was all over you and it sure looked like Monica from where I was standing, Drix. The woman you dated and were in love with,” she clarified.
“I wouldn’t say all that,” I said simply. “We messed around but our actual relationship lasted one day, Yo. It’s not that deep, and if you could see well enough to see it was Monica, you should have been able to see me curve her ass.”
“What did she want, Drix?”
“She wanted me to break this dick off in her one more time,” I deadpanned.
“And what did you say?”
“The fuck you mean, Myome?” I grinned.
Myome reached up and slapped my ass a second time.
“You think this shit is funny and it’s not!” She jerked away from me and walked off.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
“You better be glad I like that crazy shit.” I forced a laugh but my smile dropped when I saw she genuinely looked upset and close to tears.
“Baby, I told Monica I was good on her and that I was married,” I stressed the word.
“And I stand on that shit, Myome, in your face and behind your back. I’m not stepping out on you or our marriage.
You’re Mrs. King and you gon’ be Mrs. King for the rest of eternity.
I’m stamping that shit. I could see myself spending the rest of my life with your crazy, pretty, smart, talented ass.
Why would I fuck that up for a bitch who told the world I hit her?
” I gripped her throat and tilted her head back.
“Look me in my face and tell me what’s going on. ”
“I don’t know,” she scoffed. “She’s pretty and talented and rich and you were together for two fucking years, Berlin.”
Berlin. The switch from Drix back to Berlin had the corners of my mouth tilting up.
“You’re prettier and more talented and you don’t need to be rich when I’m rich.
This half yo’ shit.” I leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth then brought my lips to her ear.
“You’re it for me, Twin. I promise you that.
Shit. I love yo’ ass.” I pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Yo,” I repeated.
She blinked up at me then grabbed my face and yanked it down to kiss me. My hands went to her hips and we kissed for a while before pulling back.
“I couldn’t see myself doing this married thing with anyone else either,” she confessed.
“Good because you won’t get a chance to.” I kissed her again. “I’m just asking that you trust me until I give you a reason not to.”
She exhaled and nodded at that. “Okay.”
I let my hands drift to her ass and squeezed her cheeks.
“What’ll make you feel better?”
“Stamping you with ‘belongs to Myome’ on your forehead.” She forced a smile and I chuckled.
“Man, come on.” I grabbed her hand and she laughed while I led her along.
I cursed when Monica rounded the corner, microphone in hand. She paused and looked me and Myome up and down. I pulled my wife into my side and tossed my arm over her shoulders.
“The next time you put your hand on my husband, I’m going to fuck you up and give you a reason to be a cop caller,” Myome warned.
“Don’t ever think you can play with me and not get stomped out, bitch, and the same man you’re being dumb behind is going to come bail me out.
Know that.” She linked our fingers and led me away.
I leaned down and kissed the side of her head.
I felt her loosen up the further we got from Monica while we crossed the festival grounds.
“Do you really think we did good?” she asked after a few minutes in silence.
“Yeah. It looked great and the crowd was feeling the songs and the performance; so I’m going to say it was a win.”
“Good.” Myome paused, put a hand on my shoulder, and yanked her shoes off.
I let her finish then hoisted her over my shoulder to carry her to the car. I held her body with one hand and texted with the other.
A few people recognized Myome and spoke while I carried her to the car. By the time we got to it, I’d already gotten confirmation from a tattoo artist I knew, Arris, who could take me as a walk-in.
We were twenty minutes into our drive when Myome realized I’d branched off and we weren’t headed straight home. She looked at me but I kept my eyes on the road.
“Where are we going?”
“To brand my forehead,” I deadpanned, one hand on my steering wheel, the other under my face.
“You’re full of shit,” Myome accused.
I laughed in response, which made her laugh. I shook my head.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe I told Myome I loved her.
I couldn’t believe I meant it.
I couldn’t believe she hadn’t said the shit back… and I was still getting this tattoo.
That realization had me shaking my head, even while laughing with her.
“Where are we really going, Berlin?”
“You trust me, right?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “Sit back, be cute, and enjoy the ride.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She reached forward to put music on and I bobbed to it while I drove.
As soon as I stopped in front of the tattoo studio, threw the car in park, and cut the engine, Myome’s ass damn near went into shock. She looked from the building to me and back.
“You’re fucking kidding, right?”
“Nah. Come on.” I pushed my door open.
“Berlin—”
Her statement was cut off by me hopping out and slamming the door. I jogged around the car to open hers and she looked at the shop’s sign behind me instead of at me.
“Come on, Yo. This is a busy man. He doesn’t have all night.” I tapped the top of my car.
“You’re serious?”
“Mhm.” I offered her my hand. “Come on.”
She scoffed but let me help her out of the car into the shop. When we walked in, Arris was sitting behind the register by all the piercing equipment. He hopped up as soon as we made it over and dapped me.
“Y’all ready?” he asked. I nodded once. “I already have everything set up and ready for y’all in the back. Come on.”
“Actually, she’s staying up here,” I said.
“Alright. That’s cool too. Take a seat and I’ll have Drix back up in no time.”
Myome cut her eyes at me. I winked at her.
“Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” I leaned down, kissed her quickly, then headed to the back with Arris.
I didn’t want or need anything crazy.
I got Myome’s name tattooed in a cursive font right above my right eyebrow. I was in and out within minutes. When I walked out, Myome hopped to her feet.
Her eyes widened as soon as she was close enough to see it.
“Is that real?”
“Yeah.” I paid Arris and dapped him. “It’s real.”
“Fuck.” She whistled and I smiled and leaned down while she tried to get a better look.
“I didn’t actually need you to get branded,” Myome said. “You realize that, right? That I was joking?”
“You meant that shit,” I accused and shrugged. “But that’s cool. It makes sense to me. You repping my last name. I’ll rep your first. It’s only right.”
“So you don’t expect me to get your name now?” She lifted an eyebrow.
“Nah.” I stood.
“Well, I’m not going to beg for the opportunity,” she said.
“Yeah. I bet.” I pushed the door open and held it for her to walk out. “Come on. Let’s go home so you can sit that ass on this tattoo.” I smacked her ass, making her giggle and lightly push me away from her while we walked toward the car.