Chapter 7 #2
After changing, she tracked his location, and we pulled up on him.
Unfortunately, my friend made a liar out of herself because the last thing she was trying to do when she pulled up on him was talk.
Thankfully, only his brand-new Bentley was hurt.
I honestly felt bad for the beautiful car because it didn’t deserve the damage she caused.
Okay, maybe the damage that we did to it.
I couldn’t just stand there and watch my friend tire herself out, so I had to step in and help.
We beat the shit out of his car until she started to feel better.
Once we finished, I thought back to how I went after Ray’s ass.
I wished I would’ve had enough self-control to do what she did, go after something he loved.
I might’ve been in a much different situation than I found myself.
They say that hindsight was twenty-twenty, and they were definitely right.
The only thing that brought me peace was that I felt as though God truly had me right where he wanted me to be.
I didn’t end up getting home until a little after midnight.
Once I was home, I showered, made myself something quick to eat, and finished watching Bridgerton.
I didn’t think I would like to show, but clips kept popping up on my TikTok feed, so I decided to give it a try.
Even though, due to my work schedule, it was taking me a little longer to get through it than I would’ve liked, I was really enjoying it.
I had been working at Hilltop Records for almost three months now, and things were just as crazy now as they were when I first started.
Every day, there was a fire to put out, an email to answer, and it was really testing my PR skills.
I wasn’t sure if all the artists were aware that they now had someone in the office to clean up their messes, but they were all doing everything at once.
It was like trying to keep up with a bunch of preschoolers who wanted to run in different directions when you let them outside.
“Okay, girl. Don’t drink all the drink before you get to update me about work and shit now,” Zaveah said as I refilled my glass with the margarita pitcher we’d ordered.
She just didn’t know how much I needed a damn drink.
I was working overtime, and sleep wasn’t something that I did much of these days.
I knew my days would be long and hard working with Sincere, but damn, I thought I’d at least still be able to get a full 8 hours of sleep on most nights.
I was lucky these days if I got half that.
I wasn’t sure how the hell Sincere did it every night.
He was there shortly after I was, every day, and I knew he wasn’t sleeping at home because I would wake up in the morning to emails from him that were sent in the middle of the night.
The only thing that was keeping me going was that I wouldn’t have to work such crazy hours once my trial period was over.
When things were how I’d normally be working, as the head of the PR department, I would be able to work a normal workday and only have to put in the extra hours when things were happening and fires needed to be put out.
The good thing about working with Sincere was that he wasn’t as hard to deal with as I originally thought he’d be.
Yeah, he had his ways about him and was a bit of a perfectionist, but other than that, he wasn’t that bad.
He was a bit demanding, but unlike some bosses, he was right there working in the trenches with you.
He didn’t expect you to work hard and make him a bunch of money without him working hard right there next to you. And for that, he had my respect.
“My bad, girl. We can order another one because I’m for sure going to need it before the night is over,” I said, laughing as I grabbed her glass and refilled hers with what was left in the pitcher.
“Damn, work is that stressful? You don’t even drink like that.”
“Trust me, you have no idea how tired I am. You know I love working in PR, but it’s definitely been putting everything I know to the test. I’m not sure if they’re trying to see if I can handle it, or if these people are just that crazy.”
“I see. Well, working with Sincere Hill has to make it a lot better. That man is the definition of fine. I’m sure they have his picture right there next to the word in the dictionary,” she said, laughing.
I couldn’t do anything but laugh, too. She was right about him being fine.
Every day, the man looked as though he’d just stepped off the cover of GQ.
He wasn’t normally my type, but when a man was as fine as he was, he was every woman who came into contact with him type.
His demeanor and the way he carried himself as though he knew he was the shit but was still humble about it only added to how fine he truly was.
“I mean, he’s fine, but I’m not looking at him like that. He’s my boss, nothing more and nothing less.”
“Oh, girl, please! That man is way too fine for you to be spending all day with him and not have a thought or two about taking him for a test drive.”
“Uh, yeah, no. I’m not even thinking about him like that. I wouldn’t do anything like that to risk my job. You know I need this,” I said.
“I didn’t say you had to act on it, friend. I’m just saying that I know you’ve thought about it on more than one occasion.”
Laughing, I replied, “I mean, maybe once or twice. I mean, he’s fine, so I feel like it’s impossible to be around him and not think about it.
But, then I think about the fact that he’s with someone like Logan, and whatever wet dream I was having immediately dries up worse than a desert in the middle of the summer. ”
“I hear you on that. I still can’t believe anybody, especially someone of his caliber, would want to be with a bitch like that. Is she still coming up there, creating problems for y’all?”
“Girl, yes! Well, she was for a couple of weeks. I’m not sure what kind of dick that man has, but that bitch is definitely dick crazy behind him.
She doesn’t pop up anymore, though. I think that after she embarrassed herself the last time she got the picture, and decided to stick to calling and texting him. ”
“I still think it’s crazy how your arch nemesis is the girlfriend of your boss.
But, I guess as long as she’s not giving you any issues, then it’s all good.
However, if that bitch does decide to go further than giving you the death stare whenever she sees you, just call me.
You can’t afford to lose your job behind that bitch.
But, me on the other hand, I’ll come up there and knock the Mario coins out of that bitch. ”
“I know you will, friend.”
As I laughed and continued sipping on my drink, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.
Turning around, I locked eyes with Ray. He was another person who had been getting on my last damn nerve.
I was convinced he was trying to really have me sitting inside of someone’s prison cell with the way he was harassing me every chance that he got.
You would think from the way he flaunted a new girlfriend every week on social media that he would’ve already moved on from me and was living his best life.
I hated having to see his ass every time I got on social media, but even though I had him blocked, I couldn’t block everyone who tagged me in whatever he had going on.
I think that was why everyone couldn’t let what I did go because they were still attaching him to me, and he was giving them something to report on a daily basis.
And that meant that they were reporting about me on a daily basis, too.
“What’s up, Ken?” He asked, taking a seat next to me.
“Uh, did anybody ask your ass to sit the fuck down?” Zaveah asked, giving him the death stare. My friend didn’t play about me, and she couldn’t stand his ass now, just like me.
“Man, I’m not even over here to see your violent ass. As a matter of fact, can you give us some privacy to speak?”
“Boy, fuck you. Ken, you want me to let you talk to this loser, or shall I get security to escort his ass out?”
“It’s cool. Just give us a couple of minutes, please?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, rolling her eyes and getting up from the table.
“What can I do for you, Ray?” I asked, sipping on my drink. I was praying that the liquor would have some kind of magical power and make his ass disappear.
“Why haven’t you been answering any of my phone calls, text messages, hell, my emails, too? You just showed your ass and didn’t give me a chance to explain my side of things.”
“I haven’t answered you because I don’t want to hear shit that you have to say. I don’t need your explanations, I don’t need your side of things, and I don’t need closure. I just need you to leave me the fuck alone so that I can finally move on with my life.”
“Damn, that’s how you really feel? I can’t believe you’re really going to throw away what we had that easily.
We weren’t just on some boyfriend and girlfriend shit.
You were supposed to be my wife. I fucked up, but I don’t think that what we had is beyond repair, though.
If you would just work with me, you’d see that we can still make this shit work, Ken.
I’m willing to do whatever it takes, too. You name it, and I’m doing it.”
Sighing, I had no idea what the fuck I needed to say in order to get this nigga to see that I was done with his ass.
There wasn’t going to be any second chances happening around here when it came to us.
Even if a small part of me wanted to forgive him, I wasn’t dealing with any damn side babies.
I knew myself, and I wasn’t meant to handle something like that.
And, I wouldn’t deal with any baby mama drama, either. So, no, we couldn’t work anything out.
“I don’t want anything, Ray. There’s nothing for us to work out. I suggest you go be with whichever girl is holding your attention at the moment, and take care of your kid,” I said, shrugging as I finished my drink, looking around for the waitress to bring us another refill.
“That wasn’t even my kid, though, Ken. We did a paternity test, and that bitch was lying. Just like she was lying about what really happened between the two of us. That’s why I’m saying that you need to hear me out, and at least let me explain this shit so I can just fix it.”
“Why can’t you just move on, Ray?”
“Because we’re meant to be together. You’re supposed to be my wife, and that’s going to happen. I’m not giving up on you or on us.”
“Well, I have. Now, you’re starting to blow my buzz, so I’m going to need you to go.”
Instead of getting his ass up and walking away, he scooted his chair closer to me and replied, “Ken, I’m never, and I mean never, going to let up on you.
You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and none of this shit is worth a damn thing if I don’t have you.
I fucked up, and as a man, I own that. But, I know in my heart that you’re going to forgive me one day, and I’m going to be around waiting until you do. ”
A weaker bitch might’ve fallen for his little speech and puppy dog eyes, but I wasn’t her.
Besides, it was hard to believe anything he said when his ass was hugging, kissing, and doing only God knew what else with any bitch that crossed his path on a damn daily basis.
If he meant anything he was saying, his ass would’ve been at home being on his best behavior, but nope, he was living the single and free lifestyle.
And, if he really cared about saving us, instead of me having to fight the media alone for some shit that he had caused, he would’ve stepped up and handled it.
But nope, he sat back and watched as I handled the shit on my own.
So again, I didn’t believe a damn thing he was saying.
However, I’d heard through my connections that his new publicist was Logan, and I knew for a fact that bitch wasn’t going to tell him to own up to shit and take responsibility for what he’d done to make me act the way I had.
She probably was the one telling him to do the shit he was doing, to make it seem like we weren’t that serious, and I was just a crazy bitch.
However, at the end of the day, he was a grown man who knew right from wrong.
So, I wasn’t going to put shit on her grimy ass. This was all on him.
“Just go, Ray. I’m done talking about this and to you. Have a nice life,” I said, folding my arms.
“No, I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Ken,” he said, grabbing my arm and making me face him again. It wasn’t hard, but I still didn’t want his ass to be touching me as though I belonged to him.
“Aye, I think she asked you to leave, my nigga,” I heard Sincere’s voice behind me, and that was the last thing that I needed right now.
I didn’t want him to think I was out here getting into trouble again.
One of the key clauses in my contract was that I couldn’t get into any more trouble.
I honestly really wanted to uphold that part of my contract, too.
And it wasn’t just so that I could keep my job.
I really didn’t want to continue showing up as the woman that the media was trying to paint me out to be.