Myome was slowly pulled from my grasp while she got hugged and dapped by our friends and family. Charm received the same welcome as she came off the stage and we moved out of the way so whoever was there for Retta could get to her.
Afterwards, the party went on for another hour before we headed out.
I loaded Myome and Charm into our ride then made sure everyone else was good. Dashawn drove himself, Alan, and Hazel. Lee and Chandler were both sober and took Rome back to their place with them. I called an iDrive for Zamir and Major. I dapped people as they exited the building and saw me standing there. I didn’t know Allison well enough to know if she had a man in her life, so I walked her to her car too.
By the time I got back to Myome, she was knocked out in the backseat.
When we got home, I carried her tipsy ass upstairs. I peeled her shoes and clothes off and wiped her down the best I could before slipping a T-shirt over her head. I settled her between meand the counter so I could brush her teeth, then let her collapse into bed.
I took a shower and ran through my bedtime routine then climbed in beside her and texted Chandler.
Me: Send flowers to Myome’s label - Allison, Charm, Retta and their execs to congratulate them on the album please.
I tossed my phone on my bedside table with a yawn and was sleeping in what felt like seconds.
I woke up to my phone blowing up.
I grabbed it with my eyes still closed and grumbled awake. I had several hundred notifications and several missed calls from Chandler.
I looked at the time. It was nine in the fucking morning.
I called Chandler back anyway and she answered almost instantly.
“Berlin, we have a problem.”
“I figured. What’s up?”
“Check our text messages now!” she screeched.
I grimaced. “Inside voice, Chan. Inside voice.”
I pulled my phone from my ear and went to our messages. She’d sent several but I tapped the first one and a laugh of disbelief forced itself out of my body as I sat up fully.
“We have a problem,” I repeated Chandler’s statement as I put the phone back to my ear.
“Yeah. Radiant Reverie’s album just came out and this is going to outshine them for sure.”
“Fuck all that. Myome is going to kill that bitch,” I said seriously. “Get me a fucking lawyer on retainer ASAP, Chandler. This ain’t a drill or a joke.” I looked back at the text she’d sent and shook my head.
“Fuck. Okay. I’ll call you back.”
Chandler didn’t wait for a response. She just hung up the call.
Fuck.
Myome was going to dog walk Monica after getting on Skroll and insinuating I’d knocked her up the day Radiant Reverie had dropped their debut album.
Fuck.
I hopped from calls to my current standing lawyer to calls with Chandler to calls with blogs and publicists going back and forth and trying to figure out how to save Radiant Reverie’s release.
I’d just gotten off what felt like my tenth call and was finishing breakfast when Myome floated into the kitchen.
A smile crossed my face as soon as I saw her. I lifted my arm and she walked over so I could tuck her into my side while we kissed.
“Morning,” she said sleepily and rubbed her eyes.
“Morning,” I countered. “I’m surprised you’re awake this early.”