See, now he was trying to push my fucking buttons. It wasn't a secret that I used to fuck with Kim. Heavy. I thought she was beautiful, outgoing, and sweet as hell. We clicked up after I helped with her first single, which was over a year ago. Three months into fucking around, shawty told me she was pregnant. The shit that flowed after was in the past, but here this nigga was trying to bring it up.
"How something gon’ be personal when neither one of y'all is shit to me? Trust, this is all muthafuckin’ business. I'm doing you a favor, but don't think I need yo’ fucking bread, nigga. Stick that shit up yo’ ass and get the fuck out."
"Guys," Kim called from the booth. "I'll just redo the verse."
Ignoring Qilo, I cut the music back on for Kim so she could handle this shit. I'd been at it three hours with them, and I swear they were the only ones I hated working with.
I used to love being in the studio from sunup to sundown. This was my escape and my passion, but when I had to deal with muthafuckas that wanted the easy route in this industry, I couldn't fuck with that.
A few minutes later, I smelled her. The subtle scent of the Jimmy Choo, I Want Choo, I’d bought her as a gift tickled my nose, bringing my eyes to the door. Baby Girl was looking rightas fuck. I didn't fall for a chick by what I saw. That's how I fucked up before. Still, Bronx had that undeniable sexy face and body that did something to me. It was her genuine spirit that drew me to her. Recently, she cut her hair in a bob and it really fit her. She was beautiful with her long hair but she said this gave her the change she was looking for.
Her smile had me forgetting people were in the room when she stepped inside. A week without seeing her face or hearing from her didn't keep me from thinking about her. She hesitated to walk in when she saw I had company. I beckoned her over to the chair next to me and told her to have a seat.
I took the heavy purse from her shoulder and set it aside on the couch. She skeptically eyed Qilo, who was drooling over Baby Girl like a muthafucka. One more second of him looking at her, was ‘bout to have his eyeballs looking out of his ears.
When Kim finished up her verse, I cut the music.
"That was better," I told her. I replayed the joint so she could hear the difference and she smiled in satisfaction, although her eyes darted to Bri.
Kim came out of the booth, questions dancing across her mahogany face. Questions that she really didn’t need any answers to because we weren’t shit.
"Hey, I'm Kim," she spoke to Bri without any reservations.
"Yes, I know who you are. I'm Brianna, it's nice to meet you. I love your music." Any other person would've gushed and jumped up like Kim was Bey, but Bri kept shit cool.
Kim smiled. "You look so familiar?" Kim squinted her eyes as if she was trying to remember where she knew her from. “Brianna Kincade, right? Yesss, I’ve been following you for years now. You are a great ball player. Well, was a great ball player.”
Bronx chuckled because she caught that shady shit, too.
Bronx shook her head. "Please believe, I still can ball. But why when I can do less and make more than what you make sweating on stage or in a hot ass booth?” She chuckled.
I grinned.
"Whoa, that’ll do it,” Qilo let out before stepping up to Bronx. “Qilo, by the way."
Bronx shied away from his compliment and gave him a small wave instead.
Kim still had her eyes glued to Bronx, most likely trying to figure her out. Bronx was a naturally beautiful, around the way type of girl. Kim was used to being around spruced up females that wore thousand-dollar fits and weaves. Bronx sitting there in a simple red Nike jogger suit with the all-black Jordan', a messy high bun, simple diamond studs, sapphire diamond bracelet, and perfectly done nails, confused Kim.
"Are y'all cousins?" she asked, prompting Bronx's eyes to bounce between us. “I know you got a lot of cousins, Brooke, so I’m just asking.”
"Kim ,we'll pick back up tomorrow," I said, ending our session.
"What?" She was about to be a bitch, I sensed it. This was the side of her I'd only seen after the bullshit.
"You’re good to finish your session. I'll leave," Bronx said and started to stand. I stopped her. I could tell she was pissed off a little behind Kim’s question.
"Stay, Lil' Baby, you're good. Kim, we'll get back to it tomorrow, " I reiterated.
Kim was lucky that Bri was in a mood and didn’t want to be bothered with her or she would’ve tried to do her how she tried to do Emily at the hospital.
She rolled her eyes at me before she snatched up her purse and stalked towards the door.
"See you tomorrow, mane." Qilo half-ass dapped me then followed his cow.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your work," Bronx stated. “You and Kim, huh?” she questioned. Unlike Kim, Bronx’s eyes danced with mischief.
I chuckled and waved it off. "Once upon a time. So, tell me wassup." Leaning back in my chair, I rested my arms across each other and met her gaze.
