I grabbed her before she could make another dash, yanking her in by her arms, spinning her around and putting her in a light headlock. I jerked her back into my body and she tensed.
“You know I’m not fucking with Niecy.”
“No, Berlin. I don’t know that, because when I met you, you were very much fucking with Niecy and there’s photo evidence of y’all in the studio together looking all cozy with her hand in your fucking lap.”
“Her hand was on my knee, not in my lap.”
Myome huffed and stomped on my foot. I let go of her neck and pushed her toward her bed. She landed with a soft thud and glared up at me.
“Either way, this arrangement isn’t beneficial for me anymore. Being called dumb isn’t the brand I want for myself.” She shrugged. “This was a stupid idea and I’m done with it now.”
I scoffed and nodded at that.
“Alright, Myome.”
“Alright.” She exhaled, hopped up, and headed toward the door. I heard her sniff as she walked out of the room and I couldn’t lie, that shit hit a hundred times harder coming from her instead of Niecy.
Niecy.
She and Trapp were both going to have to see me.
CHAPTER 7
MYOME
Istared at my ringing phone until Chandler hung up then rolled my eyes, lifted my margarita, and took another sip.
She’d been reaching out at least once a day since I’d ditched Drix and I was sure she was the one who’d sent flowers to Radiant Reverie’s performance for the optics. Our show had nearly sold out and I honestly felt it went great. We’d sounded good and none of us messed up the choreography. Allison told us it was one of the best performances we’d ever had in terms of looks, performance, and reception.
Now, we were practicing for the actual tour and had gotten booked for another gig.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to her?” Charm asked.
“For what? I told Drix I was done.”
“Have you told Allison you’re done?”
“Nope.” I took a longer sip from my drink then set it down and turned toward Charm. “But I mean, look at my socials. Drix is the one being accused of cheating and I’m the one being called a bird brain bitch in any variation available. That shit ain’t cute and it’s not good for a brand.”
“Which is probably why Chandler is calling. She probably knows how to spin this whole thing.” Charm took a sip from herdrink. “Look, they say all publicity is good publicity. Traffic to your page has probably gone up a lot and I bet our song streams are going up too.”
“Probably.” I rolled my eyes. “They’re dissecting every verse I’ve ever written for signs that I have low confidence as we speak.” I exhaled. “Drix is the bigger artist, so I was already going to be known as ‘Drix’s wife’ for a while, but now I’m going to be known as the woman who got cheated on after a one-month marriage if I walk. And if I don’t walk, I’ll be known for having low self-esteem and letting a man play in my face. Either way I lose and men are going to clap when Drix walks by.”
Charm sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry, My-My.” She set a hand on mine. “What did Drix say?”
“I didn’t give him much of a chance to say anything,” I admitted.
“Well maybe you should have. I mean, he made it clear he wasn’t really fucking with Niecy from the way he talked to her when we were all in the studio. Then, after the fight outside that party, I can’t see them just sweeping that shit under the rug.” Charm pursed her lips. “Drix doesn’t look like the type who can just let shit go.”
“Maybe not, but if he wasn’t fucking with her, how’d she even get that close to him to take a picture?”
“You won’t know unless you ask him.” She shrugged.
“Well, I’m not so…” I picked my glass up and finished the rest.
I could admit that not only was I embarrassed, but my feelings were hurt. I didn’t think me and Drix were in love or anything, but we’d started building a friendship. Shit. I thought we were close enough for him to not let me be blindsided.
I glanced at my phone then did a double take when I saw Drix calling. I hadn’t expected him to reach out. I’d expected him to shrug it off and have the papers for our annulment sent over.