Music mogul Markell Johnson’s wife, Serena Johnson has reportedly filed for divorce from the producer after finding out he shares a six-month-old daughter with Instagram model, Kenya Lawson.
My jaw not only dropped it remained hanging open. If I put the bastard on child support, it would be more of a public shit show, and that wasn’t what I wanted. I sat in disbelief staring at the phone for a good minute before I noticed Rage staring at me through my peripheral.
“You good?”
With a small laugh, I passed him the phone. “That’s Jaxon’s sperm donor.”
Rage took the phone and stared at the screen. I never wanted him to feel intimidated by Markell’s money. He was rich, but he was a fuck nigga. As long as Jaxon wasn’t going without the things he needed, I’d never chase him for his money. He could stay away from my child.
“Damn. That nigga is getting around, huh? Now, he’s going to have to pay alimony and child support. You going after him too?”
“Probably not. If I make it, I want it to be because of talent. I don’t want my name out there because of a scandal. He can keep his money.”
“I’m nowhere near where I want to be but just give me some time. I got you and Jaxon.”
I knew Rage meant every word. Leaning over, I gave him a kiss.
RAGE
As Leighton walked out onto the runway, everyone in the crowd stood and clapped. I had been hiding in the cut watching the show. I hadn’t spoken to her since earlier, and I knew she wasn’t even sure I had come. I wasn’t trying to stress her, but I wanted to surprise her, and it took the help of her sisters and her assistant for me to pull it off. As she prepared to thank everyone and say what she had to say, I walked toward the back of the stage with my pass in hand in case I was stopped. The security guy remembered my face and he let me in with no problem. Rushing up the stairs, I met Lexi at the top, and she passed me the two dozen roses she’d been hiding for me.
After taking them, I checked my pocket for the tenth time in two hours to make sure the ring box was still there. I waited for Leighton to wrap her speech up before I walked out onto the stage. I wasn’t even nervous despite it being a full house because all I saw was Leighton. There were gasps and light cheers from the crowd as I approached her making Leighton turn around. When she saw me, her eyes widened from shock. Partly because she didn’t expect me to be up there with her, but I knew the main reason was my hair.
Leighton had never seen me without wicks. I loved my wicks. They weren’t going to stop anything, but I felt it was time for a change, so I cut them off and was donning a close cut. As I inched toward her, I saw the tears in her eyes.
“Why you crying already?” I asked in a low tone. Leighton began hyperventilating when I got down on one knee. The crowd cheering didn’t matter. I didn’t have a mic, but she could hear me. She was the only one that needed to hear me.
“I’m not going to make this long and drawn out. I tell you daily how you make me feel. And I want to spend the rest of my life telling you how you make me feel. Will you marry me?”
“Of course I will.”
Pulling the box from my pocket, I opened it and removed the ring. Everyone clapped and cheered as I eased the diamond onto her finger. It had set me back some racks, but she was worth it. After her family and a bunch of other people told us congratulations, I watched my baby work the crowd and take pictures. Either the people there were some good ass actors, or everybody really did love her clothes. Leighton was about to wrap the event up when I saw Markell walking toward her. My body tensed immediately. I didn’t like it, but as long as he didn’t get out of line, I wasn’t going to make a scene or step in.
“Congratulations,” he spoke in a gruff tone. “On everything.”
Leighton didn’t respond. I kept my gaze trained on Markell as he chuckled.
“I come in peace. I just want to know if you had my child.”
“I have a child. He’s four months old, and you’re not needed.”
“If I’m the father, I have rights.”
“That you’ll have to take me to court for.”
Anger flashed in Markell’s eyes. “That’s a game you want to play with me? Legal battles can get expensive.”
“Ask us if we give a fuck,” I stepped forward.
Markell flicked the tip of his nose before walking away. Leighton looked down at her phone. “No mother fucking way. Rage!”
“What’s up?” I looked at her phone screen, but all I saw was a bunch of notifications.
“The website was set to go live thirty-five minutes ago. Everything sold out,” her voice cracked. Pulling Leighton into my chest I let her cry her happy tears. “Every last item. That’s $82,000 worth of merchandise.”
“Damn we’re rich,” I joked holding her tight.
“We sure are because the grills that the models wore for the photos are on the site too. I made people aware that they have to be local to come in and be fitted for the grills. Each pair had sixty grills in stock, and they all sold out too.”
