“Look—”
I cut him off. “Ay, bitch,” I said as I climbed to my feet. “If my mothafuckin’ wife say she good, she good. The fuck you still in her face for?” I closed the space between us.
Everyone was looking at us now and it had gotten strangely quiet while people waited to see what ol’ dude’s next move would be.
“Man, stop fucking playing, Drix.”
“Do I look like the kind of nigga who would joke with your stupid ass?” I asked as I put my gun to his head. “Apologize to my fucking wife for breathing that shitty breath in her face and disturbing her peace while she trying to chill.”
“My bad,” he said quickly, his hands raised in mock surrender.
“Nah. Say you’re sorry.” I nudged his head with the gun.
“I’m sorry.”
I dropped my gun from his head and briefly looked around the room. Then I clocked his ass upside the head and watched him sink to the ground.
I didn’t usually play about my respect so I couldn’t let someone play with my marriage, fake or not. It was a bad look.
“If y’all mothafuckas don’t have internet and ain’t see I was married, let this be the formal announcement. This is my wife and the next time I feel like y’all trying to be funny I’m gon’ be hilarious and y’all bad wig wearing ass mamas gon’ be selling fish plates in less than twenty-four hours to bury whatever little pieces of y’all asses they can find.” I tucked my gun back in my pants, walked back over to the soundboard and collapsed into my seat.
The rest of the session was cool. Myome fell asleep around two in the morning. By the time we were wrapping up, it was damn near four. I tapped Myome awake and nudged my head toward the exit.
She didn’t utter a word. She wiped her eyes as she got up and we made a quiet walk to my truck.
“You want to stay the night at my place?” I asked as I pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not trying to cross the city for real.”
“That’s fine.” Myome yawned. “I’m cool with that.”
“Alright. Bet.”
I made the thirty minute drive home in silence after Myome fell asleep seven minutes into the drive.
When I got home, I got her settled in the guest room, took a shower, and hopped into bed right as the sun was threatening to come up.
CHAPTER 5
MYOME
When I woke up, memories of the night before rushed through my head. I lay for a little before I yawned and rolled onto my other side to get a better look at the room. I vividly remembered going to the studio with Drix and him asking if I was okay with staying at his place. That meant I was somewhere in his house and noted the bed in his guest room was even softer than the bed in my actual bedroom.
I grabbed my phone, checked the screen, and jolted up. Shit. I had practice with Retta and Charm in two hours. I wasn’t going to make it. Even if I called an iDrive at this second, I still had to wait for it to pick me up, bring me to my house to take care of my hygiene and get dressed, then drive out to rehearsal.
Fuck.
I hopped out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom. I looked around for Drix’s primary bedroom to see if maybe he could just take me home. I’d still be late but every moment counted.
I knocked lightly on his bedroom door and waited… and waited. Then, I knocked harder.
“What’s up?”
I pushed the door open and peered inside.
Drix was on his side, blanket at his waist and his bare chest on display. He yawned as he lifted onto his arm.
“What’s up?” he repeated.
“I need a ride home to get clothes and my car for practice.”