I screenshotted it and sent it to Drix.
Retta whistled beside me. “You are one of the Lord's strongest soldiers, Myome.” She shook her head.
“I’m not in the mood, Retta and I will slap the fuck out of you.”
“Take that anger out on the bitch cuddled up with the husband you keep telling the world you’re happy with.”
“Okay. Everybody calm down,” Allison said quickly, her face still staring at her phone. “Look, Retta may not have the right to say it, but she may be right. If this isn’t going in a positive direction, maybe we should cut our losses on this whole marriage thing. You did great spinning it in that interview but?—”
“Allison, are you fucking stupid?” It came out before I could stop it and her eyes widened. “You think that man got my name tattooed on his face because of a deal we made?” My eyebrows knitted together. “This isn’t just a contract relationship anymore and I’m not leaving my husband. Don’t bring it up again please.”
“Jesus.” Allison exhaled. “Alright, Myome. We can’t tell you who to date but I want you to know that you’re setting yourself up for a public shitshow.”
“All publicity is good publicity, remember?” I quoted the same phrase she’d used to even get me with Drix in the first place. “I’ll do damage control on my end and see y’all for our meeting in two days.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I shifted my purse to my other shoulder and made a beeline toward my car.
CHAPTER 18
DRIX
“Name one hit song Alan has ever produced or rapped on.” I waited for a moment to give Merch a chance to answer and nodded when he couldn’t. “Exactly, so fuck what he’s talking about. Say that shit how I told you to say it and stop fucking around,” I snapped.
Dashawn and Alan both laughed but I wasn’t joking.
We were on the last song Merch needed to record and I was ready to get it done so I could focus on something else. I loved Rome but as soon as I could stop seeing his ass every single day I was sure I’d love him even more.
Dashawn reached over, grabbed my lighter, and lit his blunt while he settled in his seat. Alan and Rome were on the couch together while Alan tried to pitch a song concept and Rome tried to get actually good lyrics out.
I didn’t know why Alan thought he could make this music stuff shake but I appreciated that he didn’t cry about criticism and hadn’t quit just yet.
I restarted Merch’s track and he was halfway done when the door to the studio flew open and we all turned back to look.
A smile crossed my face as soon as I saw it was Myome, even though she didn’t look happy to see me.
“What’s up, Twin?” I kicked Dashawn’s chair away from me to make room for her, making him curse and drop his blunt.
“Fuck!” He dusted the ashes from his shirt but thankfully didn’t address me.
Myome stomped over to me. My eyebrows knitted together but my hands automatically went straight to her waist.
“What’s wrong?”
“Did you not see my text?”
“Damn.” I patted my pockets then glanced around the soundboard back and forth till my eyes landed on my phone.
I grabbed it, flipped it over, and saw I not only had a text from Myome but several missed calls from Chandler.
I tapped Myome’s message first and scoffed when I finished reading it.
“I didn’t mess with that girl and I don’t want to.”
“I know and I’m still going to fuck her up,” Myome said simply.
“Nah.” I pulled her hips and lowered her to my leg. “You have an album about to come out, and even though you’re mad and don’t care right now, you’re going to care about the criticism you get if it goes viral that you whooped ol’ girl. You’re not about to step on your own rollout behind Monica, alright?” I reached for the soundboard and paused Merch’s music. “Take a ten.”
“For real? In the middle of my verse?” Merch’s voice rose. “We just got the fucking song where it needs to be and you’re going to?—”