Chapter 7 #2
“Thanks, Brooke. I appreciate that,” Kwinn said.
“Of course. I hope I didn’t overstep.”
“No, no. You didn’t. You know me well enough to know what I will and won’t let fly, so we’re good. I appreciate the teamwork,” Kwinn assured, chuckling.
Brooklynn smiled on the other end. She loved Kwinn like a sister, and after seeing how her relationship with Jabari had somewhat affected her, Brooklynn was all for a real nigga coming through to add to her happiness.
“Okay, good. I’ll text you if anything comes up. Enjoy your dinner with Saiko,” Brooklynn said.
“I will. Talk to you later.”
Hanging up, Kwinn gathered the trash and kept the box the dish came in.
Weirdly, she had a thing for holding on to packaging.
Ashamed, Kwinn still had MacBook, iPhone, and iMac boxes she refused to toss out, as if they meant something.
One day, she’d declutter them all, but not today.
After washing the appliance, she headed upstairs to get dressed.
Saiko texted to let her know she was on her way home.
While she got dressed and turned on some music, Kwinn thought back to the night she spent with Melo at the studio.
Letting him sample the pussy on their first link-up hadn't been in her plans, but she didn’t regret it one bit.
He hadn’t pressured her; instead, he gave her the exact motivation Kwinn claimed she needed to bless the intro.
“Talk to me like you miss me,” Melo encouraged with his head still between her legs. He kissed her bare lips. “We on the phone and you can’t wait to see me so I can do exactly what I’m doing right now.”
Kwinn hadn’t come down from her back-to-back orgasms, and he was prepared to give her another one.
The flicker of his tongue against her clit pulled a sexy moan from her lips.
Not easing up until he was sure she’d taken his creative direction, Melo pleased her.
When he finally came up for air, Kwinn’s head was spinning and her core aching to feel him inside her.
Not wanting to take it that far, she channeled her fierce craving into the track.
On wobbly legs, even while sitting on the barstool, Kwinn took a deep breath. Eyeing Melo through the glass as he talked to her through the headset, she nodded.
“Baby, I know you’re on the road right now, but I’m missing you so much. We have plans, remember? I need you to do that little thing that I love. So make it home safely to me.”
Melo grinned and nodded. Kwinn had given him exactly what he asked for and more.
She never imagined her voice would be the intro to anyone’s song, let alone a Grammy-nominated rapper’s.
Clearly, Melo was very persuasive in his pursuit, but Kwinn loved it.
Experiencing new things would forever be something she looked forward to and cherished.
As she applied a coat of gloss to her lips, her cell rang.
Smiling, Kwinn answered Melo’s FaceTime call.
“Damn,” Melo expressed with a boyish grin. “Look at you, Pretty. Where you headed?”
“I wish it was coming to see you.” Kwinn smiled shyly, openly admitting where she wanted to be without hesitation.
Smitten and feeling crazy for falling as hard as he was, Melo shook his head. “You gotta get off my line talkin’ that sweet shit, my baby. I’ma fuck around and spoil you rotten.”
Kwinn chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Not at all. But back to you coming to see me. Wait, hold up. You ain’t tell me my nigga Villain was out there murkin’ wildlife for his lady.”
The awe and excitement in his voice made Kwinn giggle. He’d been knee-deep in reading The Last Man on Earth and had been updating her along the way.
“That part was crazy, wasn’t it?” Kwinn asked excitedly, ready to do a reread of her own.
“Hell yeah. I would’ve done that boar just like he did!” Melo exclaimed.
Kwinn licked her lips. “And you would’ve gotten some pussy immediately after, too.”
Melo cackled and shook his head. “There you go talkin’ that shit. Come here so I can taste it. I miss you.”
Kwinn melted at his admission. “I miss you too. And I love my gift. Thank you so much. I’ll have to bake you a cake or something. What’s your favorite kind?”
“Lemon. I’ont think you gon’ have enough time to make it in a day, though,” Melo said.
Confused, Kwinn frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t answer when you called earlier, ‘cause I was in a meeting with a few people on my team. We’re shooting the music video to Choose You, and I need you in it.”
“You need me or want me in it?” Kwinn questioned, feeling her nerves trying to get the best of her.
“Both. So, what’s up? Pack whatever you need, but we gon’ hit the stores when you get here. Bring your best friend with you if she’s free.”
For her comfort, he didn’t mind if she brought a friend.
Kwinn thought she’d be used to the pace Melo was taking her by now, but she wasn’t.
Swiftly, seemingly having only one destination in mind, Melo was on a mission to make her his.
Fully. Fuck the gimmicks and what seemed morally correct or timely. They were making their own rules.
She’d known that the song had been mixed and mastered, a phrase Melo had to explain to her, but she didn’t know it was already time to record a video. Far from dumb, the urgency let her know that the song must’ve been doing numbers.
“It’s kind of fast for a video, isn’t it?” she asked.
“Nah. Not really. The song is number one and going crazy. We gotta give them folks what they want.” Melo grinned, shocking her.
Kwinn’s mouth fell open. “It’s number one? Shut up!”
“I’m for real. I been getting tagged in posts and shit all week. I know you ain’t really on that side of the internet, but the ladies been making all kinds of videos to the intro.”
Hearing that, Kwinn’s smile widened. Knowing she contributed to the song’s success had her mentality rearranging her schedule. If her boo wanted to fly her out to be in his video, who was she to deny him?
“Awww, Malone. I love that so much. Congratulations. Number one so quickly is amazing,” she gushed, genuinely happy.
Tender as his grandad’s ribs, Melo blushed. “Thank you, my baby. Couldn’t have made it what it was without you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to eat with Saiko in a little bit, but I don’t think she’ll be able to take off.”
“That’s coo’. I know it’s short notice. I’ma give you my other driver’s info, and my assistant, Nyla, gon’ hit you up so she can schedule the private flight. What time you wanna get here?”
“What time do you need me there?” Kwinn asked, sounding just as seductive as she did on the intro.
Melo’s dick stiffened, wishing she were near. With the formalities out of the way, he was ready to see what her pussy truly felt like. Tasting her hadn’t been nearly enough. Melo was certain it had to be just as top-tier as the heart of the person it belonged to. He’d bet money on it.
After giving her the details, Melo let her go so she wouldn't be late. As she pulled out of the garage, her phone pinged with a notification from her banking app. Melo sent her ten racks for the fuck of it and told her to enjoy dinner.
“Yeah…” Kwinn said, nodding with a smile. “Being single isn’t too bad at all.”