Chapter 30 Kahlani
KAHLANI
The Songs of Moses had dropped at midnight on every streaming platform, and the video had gone live on YouTube.
By that afternoon, my phone was still lighting up like fireworks.
All morning and afternoon, while Trent was at school, me and my man did nothing but celebrate under the covers with a bottle of tequila and a sexy playlist on repeat.
The entire day had been on a loop of drinking, dreaming, scrolling, making out, and fucking.
I had on this little rose-print lounge set with thin straps on a cropped topped that barely held my large breasts and tiny shorts.
Moses was in nothing but briefs. The fabric hugged him tight and showed every line of his perfect dick.
He was sprawled on his back with one arm behind his head and the other holding my phone so we could scroll the comments together.
The room smelled like tequila, weed, sex, and him.
My chin rested on his chest as I smiled up into his eyes. “Read that one again.”
He grinned, and, like always, it knocked me off balance. “‘This the one. Moses ain’t just rapping, he’s baptizing the beat.’” He laughed and kissed my forehead.
I excitedly took the phone and scrolled.
The views, likes, and shares were climbing.
“‘Is that his real girl in the video? Y’all cute af.’” I grinned.
“Ooo, someone else said, ‘It’s so nice to finally see a real, curvy body, not that fake shit. Shorty got body!’” I was beaming!
“We’re about to be one of those famous rap couples.
Like Ari and Moneybagg Yo’!” Moses started cracking up as my eyes bulged like I’d gotten a great idea. “I need to get my body done, baby.”
He started cracking up. “No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do! You’re about to be a star, and I have to look perfect on your arm.”
His grip found my waist under the covers and dragged me closer. “You’re already perfect, baby.”
I couldn’t stop smiling. I actually looked hot in that video.
My waist was cinched, booty was sitting, titties were popping, and my face was beat to perfection.
I could still feel the heat from the hot tub scene where I climbed in his lap; still feel the wind from the motorcycle shot whipping my hair while I wrapped my arms tight around him; still hear the director shouting, “One more take!” while we slid into the pool and kissed like there was no one else in the world.
It was wild and fun …and he swore I ate every frame.
He wasn’t lying. Standing next to him like that, all dolled up, I felt like one of those “It Girls”.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. You really did that.”
“We,” he corrected. “We did that. They are talking about us in that video just as much as the song.”
He kissed me, and his hand slid up the back of my thigh, while the other cupped my face. When we broke apart, both of us were cheesing.
I read another comment out loud: “‘When shorty stepped into that hot tub? It was over. She thick as hell.’”
“Shorty is my girl,” he said, pulling me across him until I was straddling his hips.
“What if this really happens?” I asked. “Like, what if labels start calling and this leads to sold-out shows and you on every playlist…”
“I’m scared to hope,” he admitted. “But if it does, first thing I’m doing is making sure you don’t ever put on a uniform again unless you’re playing dress up for me.”
I pretended to think about it, dragging my fingertips over the hard plane of his stomach. “I meeeean… who wouldn’t mind trading name tags for red carpets?”
“Good,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone, then lower. “Because I like you like this. This happy and giddy.”
My phone buzzed again between us, and we both groaned. I fished it up and held it so we could read yet another comment.
“‘This song feels like the city. Like late nights riding down 75th Street.’”
I was beaming. “They get it.”
“They feel it,” he said proudly and as if he couldn’t believe it.
I looked at him, at the chain glinting on his throat, the confidence under his skin, the softness he saved for me, and a wave of pride hit me so strong it almost brought tears to my eyes. The internet was catching on to what I already knew: Moses was the truth.
“C’mere,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again, basking in his taste of liquor and forever.
“Moses, get up!”
He groaned as I climbed over him. “What, baby?”
The response from the video had been great all night.
Ill One had come over late last night and dragged Moses out to celebrate the successful release of the single and video.
I didn’t mind staying home with Trenton because I was tired from all the private celebrating Moses and I had been doing.
Moses hadn’t come back until almost five in the morning.
But he had to get up. This couldn’t wait.
I was bouncing up and down in the bed on my knees and lightly smacking his arm.
“Get up! Get up!” I chanted, continuously hitting him.
“What, girl?” he laughed, groggily.
“Look at this! Your video is going viral!”
Oh, that got his attention. His eyes popped open. I shoved my phone in his face. He squinted, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden light.
“You see?! Two million views in twenty-four hours! And look!”
“Wait…” he said as I snatched my phone out of his hand.
I hadn’t even given him a chance to see for himself.
I was just so excited! I closed the Facebook app and then went to my Instagram app and put the hashtag #SongsofMoses in the search engine.
Once all of the posts had populated, I gave him the phone back.
“It’s going viral on Instagram too! The Shade Room and Baller Alert posted it!”
Looking at the phone with amazement in his sleepy eyes, he sat up with a grin slowly forming as he scrolled through the different posts. Blogs were talking about it. Other rappers had reposted it. Dancers were already making routines to it.
I continued to bounce up and down, squealing. I was so fucking happy! Moses’ music had always done well but had never gone viral.
“Nigga, we made it!” I chanted in my Drake voice.
“Ooooh shit!” Moses sang as he stared at the phone with this huge smile on his face.
“Can you believe it?!”
“Where my phone at?”
Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.
“Damn, my phone been blowing up!” With the same grin on his face, Moses stared into his phone as he went through notifications, his call log, and text messages.
I loved the look in his eyes. It looked like happiness and winning.
Moses hadn’t had that look on his face since the first time he heard himself on a recorded track. I was so happy for him.
“No wonder Rah was blowing me up last night. He must have saw it too,” Moses said with a grunt and shake of his head.
“And he probably saw those pictures of you in VIP popping bottles with Ill One. He’s going to try to snake his way back in. He probably feels like you owe him since he feels like he made you.”
“I don’t care what he feels like. He can’t ride this wave with me.”
I smiled. I couldn’t express how happy for and proud of him I was. I leaned over and kissed him, stank morning breath and all.
“You know you’re famous now, right?” he spoke into our kiss.
I giggled and sat back. “No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
I shook my head shyly and cringed. But he was right. My Instagram followers had grown overnight. I had gone from only a thousand to ten thousand. I had hella Facebook friend requests. I had so many mentions. It felt weird, but I was happy that the world now knew who Moses’ woman was.
“I don’t know if I want this to lead to something big or not.”
Cocking my head to the side, I looked at him like he had two heads. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged, saying, “I guess I’m scared to dream at this point.
This could be my fifteen minutes of fame.
They could start talking about somebody else tomorrow and forget about me.
I don’t wanna lose focus on my responsibilities because people are talking about me today.
I gotta worry about tomorrow and the next day and the next. ”
I was grinning at him so hard that he had to chuckle. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“Becauuuuse,” I sang. “My boyfriend is growing into a man.”