“I’ll have it together.”
“I hope so. Now, grab your baggage you almost left out of here without.” Relic pointed to the door they stood in front of.
Kennedy frowned before pushing the door open with caution and peeking inside. She laughed once she spotted Jahleel at a table with his headphones on and his attention deep in whatever was on his tablet. As if her presence was felt, his head lifted before he beamed after seeing her face.
“Ms. Kennedy!” He removed one earmuff and said, “I thought you was doing bald headed stuff with your single friends today.”
“You thought what?!”
She glared over her shoulder at Relic, and he laughed as he lifted his hands like he wasn’t the culprit who’d told his son that.
“Are you hanging out with us for the rest of the day?” Jahleel inquired, grabbing his device after he stood. When she nodded, he told her, “Good. You don’t need to be with girls that want you to be lonely like them. Stay with us.”
“Relic!”
“Jah, stop repeating everything!” Relic reprimanded, holding the door for his son to exit. “And I didn’t tell him any of that shit... I said it to Shabu.”
“You still said it around him.”
“And I meant it,” he muttered, pressing his crotch on her ass once they began walking again.
He locked an arm around her waist, while Jahleel cut his dad a stank look and then held her hand, making her giggle. Both her boys were territorial.
The natural possessiveness she held for them as well made her stomach somersault because it was clear as day; she’d gottenattached. Kennedy was falling for a life that wasn’t hers, and a position that wasn’t permanent. Even while knowing as much; she planned to enjoy the shit for what it was while it lasted.
“Aye,what the fuck are y’all doing? Pierre should’ve been on stage twenty minutes ago!”
Relic barged inside the dressing room where his label, and a few of his folks, were packed like sardines. His face balled as the odor of weed, burnt weave, and the alcoholic stench of hair spray assaulted his senses at once. He stole a glance at Aura in the mirror, while Kennedy ran a flat iron over her sleek wig, before he glared at Pierre who stood in the center of the room with Lexi kneeled in front of him.
“Nigga, I’m trying to get this money, and you in here, trying to get your dick sucked. We ain’t got time for that.”
“Don’t play with me, Relic!” Lexi spazzed, yanking at Pierre’s belt as he laughed. “His damn button on his jeans broke, so I’m checking if this tacky ass belt will keep them up.”
“You can’t glue or sew that bitch back on?”
“If I had glue or a damn sewing kit, I would’ve!”
“See, this is the bullshit that happens when you hire fake ass stylists, Larenn.”
Kennedy pivoted to face him and pointed the flat iron at Shabu. “I didn’t hire her. His wife did!”
“Man, don’t put it on Whoop when she ain’t here to defend herself. My wife was trying to put her friend on.”
“Right. At least she thought to give me a chance at it.” Lexi stood and rolled her eyes at Kennedy before looking Pierre over. “You look aight, baby daddy. This will do.”
“Good. P, get your ass on stage,” Relic rushed him. “If your pants fall, rock out with your cock out. You can take the muthafuckas off as far as I care. Just go make me some fucking money.”
“Oh, hell yea!”
Pierre raced for the door but then he doubled back to Lexi, pulling her into a quick side hug.
“Don’t let them get in yo head. This yo first time, and you’re doing good. Proud of you.”
He mushed her face and jogged off before Lexi could hit him back. Relic slammed the door after Pierre was out of it.
“That nigga finna do everything he can to make sure his pants fall on stage,” Shabu bet, and the room erupted in laughter, knowing he was right.
“Don’t do my brother. His fans know P doesn’t give a damn, and that’s why they love him,” Toot said, garnering Relic’s attention where she sat on the couch beside Calm.
