23. Myome King
MYOME KING
“Let’s go.” Drix sprinkled kisses along my hairline. “Come on. We’ve got shit to do.”
I yawned and grumbled.
“Like what?”
“Like shopping.”
“Shopping?” I repeated.
“Yep. Come on.” He yanked the blanket off me and I sighed but pushed myself up.
“Alright. Alright. I’m up.”
Drix offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. I stretched and he swatted my ass as I slipped past him into the bathroom to run through my morning routine.
When I got downstairs he already had a smoothie made for me and we headed out.
It had been two weeks since I’d admitted I wasn’t sure I could do this no matter how badly I wanted it and Drix hadn’t let up pouring support into me. He encouraged me daily and it made me work harder at choreography and keeping things professional with Retta.
When we got to the boutique Berlin had apparently picked out, my door was opened for me and the woman in front of the store had a huge smile on her face.
“Mr. and Mrs. King,” she greeted us. “We just finished prepping for your session.” She gave us a huge smile.
I looked over at Drix.
“Session?”
“Yeah. We’re private shopping for tour.” He yanked the door open and gestured for me to head inside first.
As soon as the door closed behind us, we were offered water and led toward a staircase. Drix’s hand rose to my waist as we walked up and I did a double take when I was met with Charm, Retta, and Allison seated against the wall.
Allison hopped up immediately and my eyebrows knitted together.
“Hey?” I looked between the three of them. “What’s up?”
“Allison is here to pick the outfits out.” Drix said. “Charm and Retta are for consistency purposes.”
I blinked up at my husband in complete and utter shock.
“You’re getting us clothes for the tour?”
“Yep.” He kissed the side of my head and tapped me on the butt. “Allison is leading,” he told the saleswoman.
“There’s eighteen dates on the tour, so we’re looking for eighteen nights worth of outfits. We want colors and patterns that somewhat match but for the outfits to be in different styles for the women. We don’t want three exact copies of anything,” Allison said.
“Okay! Sure. So, we’ve already pulled items if you’d like to take a look.”
“Sure.”
The saleswoman gestured for Allison to follow her and Allison gestured for us to come along as well. Charm and Retta trailed her and I nudged Drix with my elbow.
“You don’t think this is a sort of huge gift, Berlin?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Nah. It’s an investment in your future, baby.” He nudged his head toward the direction the ladies headed in. “Get in there and tell Allison don’t have your ass naked either,” he joked.
I tiptoed to kiss him then joined the group.
Allison was good at her job and after several long hours we all had the outfits we would wear while on tour and noted minor adjustments that needed to be finished before we left.
Drix paid and I hugged Allison and Charm then waved at Retta before we split up.
I grabbed my man’s face and kissed his cheek several times before he glanced at me and I kissed his mouth.
“Sit yo’ lil pretty ass down and put your seatbelt on,” he said.
“Okay, okay.” I settled into my seat. “I really do appreciate you and all of this.” I gestured around dramatically.
“I know, baby.” He reached over and set a hand on my knee. “And I know when I get back on the road you’ll have my back too if I need you.”
“So you’re thinking about going on tour again?” I asked.
“Maybe.” He looked over at me and licked his lips.
“Berlin King, are we getting new music?”
“I put a feeler out.”
“What kind of feeler?”
He looked forward as the light turned green.
“I’m going on a feature run.”
“Seriously? Fuck. Congratulations!” I kissed his cheek again then settled in my seat. “How does it feel? Knowing you’re going to be actually sharing your raps with the public again?”
“Good.” He nodded. “I capped it at six features for right now and we’ll see how it goes. I ain’t trying to flood the market or no shit like that.”
I shook my head at how casually he talked about releasing music, like his whole life didn’t revolve around it and he wasn’t making an insane amount of money from his professional ear.
“I’m proud of you, Berlin.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.” He glanced at me at the next red light and I looked up at him knowing I had stars in my damn eyes. “You got pretty ass eyes,” he muttered.
“Thank you, baby.” I reached up and ran my thumb along his tattoo, then faced forward, letting my hand stay there.
We idly traced each other while he drove.
I’d gotten my official name change paperwork so the rest of our day was dedicated to changing my important documents to my new last name.
Once we wrapped that up, Drix pulled up at a bank and threw his car in park.
“Last stop,” he announced.
“Okay.” I checked my phone while he cut the engine and realized it was after hours but didn’t comment.
He walked around the car and pulled my door open.
“Come on.”
“I need to come in the bank with you?”
“Yeah. I need you to hold my hand,” he deadpanned.
I laughed at that but nodded. “Alright. Come on.”
As soon as we walked inside, a man quickly walked out of his office toward us.
“Berlin King”—he shook Drix’s hand—“I have the paperwork already drawn up. I just need the signatures.”
“Let’s do it.”
We followed the man to his office and took seats. He looked through the papers on his desk then spun them toward us and slid it closer to me.
I lifted an eyebrow and looked over at Drix.
“Can I ask what I’m signing?”
“Family joint account,” he said simply.
“Family joint account?” I repeated.
“Yeah. No shade to your record label but I want to make sure you’ve got access to quick cash on tour, and if you’re going to be getting shit for our houses, I want to foot that bill.
” He didn’t give me a chance to argue. “Sign the paper, Twin. This man stayed late for us. If you don’t want to use the card you don’t have to but at least you’ll have it. ”
I exhaled but signed on all the lines presented.
Once we finished, the man had a bank card printed for me and we headed out together.
“So I have access to your money now?” I wiggled the new card in my hand.
“Our money,” he corrected.
I sucked my teeth. “It’s hardly both of our money, Berlin.”
“Trust me. It is.” He yanked the door open for me and leaned into me once I’d hopped in. “As long as you’re my wife and that’s my pussy, these are your pockets. Act like you know shit, baby.” He tapped the top of his car then closed the door and I rolled my eyes but put the card into my wallet.
We got dinner at a nice restaurant then Berlin headed to the studio to meet his friends and I called Chandler to meet with her.