Chapter 4
“I told him you needed to talk to him, Maj. He didn’t seem all that receptive. You may have to wait until we head back.”
“Ugh!” she said as we left the restaurant.
This was really bothering her. I supposed knowing that he was her brother was too much for her.
She craved siblings for most of her life.
It had always been just her and her mom.
Now, she had a brother that she immediately wanted to get to know.
I wondered if he even knew he was adopted.
I’d seen Sidney Taylor. She was dark skinned like him. I wondered what his dad looked like.
I pulled my phone from my bag and googled Sidney Taylor to see if there was a picture of her with her husband or if there would be a cross reference.
I scrolled down, and sure enough, there was.
He was a dark-complexioned man as well. Graham looked like he could biologically be theirs.
It would be easy for them to keep that bit of information to themselves if they didn’t want him to know.
There was nothing about their looks that would make him question anything.
“Maj, are you sure that’s him?”
She huffed loudly and pulled up the picture her mom sent her. She showed it to me. It was a little boy that couldn’t have been any older than four or five years old, but he looked just like Graham.
“It’s him. My mama named him Kyleon. They changed his name when they adopted him.”
I nodded, then asked, “Why did she give him up?”
“I don’t know. She never would say whenever I asked her. She would just say the timing wasn’t right. I don’t know what the hell that means. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. Did you enjoy your fuck appointment with him?”
I rolled my eyes and nearly went to sleep.
Graham had worn my pussy out. That nigga had my vocal cords on pause.
I was never that quiet during sex. That shit was so good it sent me into shock.
When he obliged me with his kiss, it seemed it became more passionate.
The way his dick loved my G-spot was something to behold.
Every stroke he made, especially when he started winding that shit into me, had made contact.
The way he made me cum was so intense. I wasn’t prepared for that shit.
“Bitch! Daaaaaamn. He fucked you up, huh? You damn near reliving the moment. Are you going to see him again?”
I huffed. “I don’t know if I can. If I keep fucking with him, that nigga gon’ have me in love by myself.”
“Damn. Maybe you should just see what happens.”
“Naw. I told him I didn’t want any attachments.”
“Well, damn. You can’t change your mind?”
I glanced at her before getting in the car waiting for us.
“Naw. All I need to be focused on right now is putting on a good show tonight. I need to make a good impression on Exodus. I want to get signed with YKMN Records. Everybody on that fucking label has at least a gold record. Exodus has two platinum records. Noah’s son has a platinum record.
His daughter has two platinum records. Karma has a platinum record too.
Noah is the real deal, and everybody in the industry knows it.
When he started You Know My Name Records, everyone knew he would have elite talent on his roster. ”
“What are you going to ask him?”
“Well, they told me they had backstage tickets, so once I’m done, I’ll ask him about the vibe over there. If I like what I hear, or rather what I expect to hear, I’ll let him know I’m interested.”
“That’s what’s up, boo. I hope it works out.” She took a deep breath and turned the other way, not allowing me to see her face.
“Maj.”
She turned to me, and I saw her glossy eyes. I put my arm around her and kissed her head. Kimaji was my best friend, so even though I didn’t want to talk about Graham anymore, I would do it to soothe her spirit.
“All you can do is ask him. I texted him your number. If he doesn’t text or call you, then you know you’ll see him on the flight back to H-Tine.”
“What if he refuses to talk to me about it?”
“Then, there’s nothing you can do but pray he comes around. This is messed up though. I know how badly you wanted siblings growing up. He would be blessed to have a little sister like you.”
I wiped the tears that had fallen down her cheeks as she said, “Thanks, Arlie.”
When the car stopped, I noticed we were at the arena.
I took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare to put on a good show.
I wasn’t the opening act, but I wasn’t the main attraction either.
This was GloRilla’s tour. I was happy to even be on this stop.
I wished I was going everywhere with her.
That would really get me the exposure I needed.
My record label was full of shit. They barely promoted my shit.
The only reason I was getting any airplay was because of my efforts.
My manager, Maj, and I went to radio stations, made appearances at clubs, and went to music stores.
We hit the ground running, promoting the fuck out of it to get my name out there.
I had some fire shit on that album, and I refused to let it collect dust. When I hit the top 20 on the hip hop charts, I was beyond happy.
Once that happened, then they wanted to take my shit seriously. Fuck them. My first album did absolutely nothing. I’d made appearances on other people’s shit and that got me a little traction, but not nearly enough to warrant an influx of people checking for me.
When I got to the dressing room, I took a deep breath.
I was no longer thinking about Kimaji’s issues.
I was thinking about the shit Graham put on me earlier.
I had a permanent vision of him hovering over me, his chain swinging in my face.
The man was God’s masterpiece. Although he was older than me, I could see myself submitting to him if that was something he wanted, simply because of the way his dick caressed and fucked up my insides.
Shaking my head, I started concentrating on the music blasting inside the arena.
They were playing Trina. I swore she was my favorite female rapper of all time.
I shouldn’t have even been listening to her shit, but nothing stopped me from being all in my mama’s stuff when I was younger.
The woman was a beast, and I soaked in every bar she spit.
I started bobbing my head as someone knocked on the door.
Kimaji went to it and opened it. When Sonya, Sharee, and Exodus walked in, I smiled.
I wasn’t expecting them before the concert.
However, my smile dropped, and my mouth was open wide when I saw Noah and his brother, RJ, walk in as well.
My heart was about to beat out of my damn chest.
Noah’s eyes met mine, and I couldn’t look away. From my peripheral, I could see RJ roll his eyes. Shaking my head, I said, “Hey, y’all! I’m sorry. I’m so fucking shocked and star struck. Thee Noah Brooks Charles is in my dressing room. Shit! What did I do to deserve this honor?”
He chuckled, then his head tilted. “Honestly, something was nagging me to be here. I felt like I was needed.”
I closed my eyes and nodded my head. This had to be confirmation. The man was spiritual and had a close walk with God. I opened my eyes. “Will you have time to talk after I perform? I know y’all probably primarily came for Glo.”
He nodded. “Naw, shorty. I came for you. I like your flow. I’ve seen Glo a million times.”
My body shivered in response to his words as Sonya rubbed circles on my back. I looked up at her and smiled. I was so fucking nervous. When I turned back to Noah, I noticed he had walked closer to me.
“Go out there and cut the fuck up, shorty. I already know you got this shit in the bag.”
I nodded repeatedly. “Thank you. I got this shit. Enjoy the show. I can’t wait to see y’all afterward.”
He smiled, then nodded, and they all walked out. I turned to Kimaji, and her face was red as fuck, and she wasn’t light skinned like me. She wasn’t as dark complexioned as Graham either, but I didn’t think I would be able to notice the red hue that graced her cheeks.
Once they were gone, she screamed. I jumped up and down with her. When I finally calmed down, I said, “This could be the chance of a lifetime. I cannot fuck this up.”
“You won’t. Just go out there and do what you do every time. Leave your fucking soul on that stage.”
“You fucking right. Let’s do this.”
“Y’all good out there, LA?”
The screams were deafening. I had never experienced anything like this.
The crowd was rocking with me like never before.
There had to be at least fifty thousand people out there.
This was the biggest crowd I had ever performed in front of.
When the music kicked in for my latest release and the last song I would perform, I widened my stance and began swaying side to side, then went to the crevices of my soul and spit those lyrics like my life depended on it.
I just wanna fuck tonight
Come on through and stroke my pussy right
She ain’t had dick in a minute
Please come through and drop that pole in it.
I began grinding my hips, practically throwing my pussy at the audience, then continued.
I know you gon’ do me right
Have me clawing up your back like I’m in a fight
I know you want this as bad as I do, right
You know I keep my pussy tight
I’m gon’ make you fall in love with me
Have you calling out my name in your dreams
Making you wish you went ahead and wife’d me
Instead of me converting yo’ ass into a feen
I’m the fucking standard
I’m what’s good for you
I’m gon’ upgrade your life
Have you working overtime to hear the words ‘I do’
I started dancing while the baseline took over the stadium’s infrastructure, twerking my ass like I was Meg’s lil sister.
The crowd rocked the final chorus with me, and I bid them a good night.
When I walked off the stage, my heart was beating so damn fast. Kimaji pulled me in her arms and hugged me tightly.