Aubrey caught Jaliyah's gaze, a storm of emotions brewing in his eyes. "Jaliyah, I know it's complicated, but I can't shake this feeling! We belong together," he confessed, his voice low and earnest. "
Jaliyah met his intensity with a quiet resolve...
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" Houston, if your plan is getting money, I hope you get a lot of money! If you're drinking this summer, make sure the drink is good. If you're smoking this summer, make sure the smoke is good! And Houston! If you're fuckin this summer, make sure the sex is good! Y'all get home safe, I go by name Drake! I love you to my last days, I would not be in the middle of that stage if it wasn't for each and every one of you! I will see you soon Houston, it's Love. Thank you!"
As I walked backstage after a killer show in Houston, I felt the familiar buzz of a successful performance. Houston always had been a special place to me. Always a vibe, and tonight was no exception. My crew was trailing behind me, Chubbs keeping pace at my side. The adrenaline was still pumping.
"That shit was it, nigga!" Chubbs exclaimed, breaking into my thoughts.
I paused to talk with a few folks who'd come out to see the show. Houston never disappoints. After wrapping up, I headed to my dressing room for a quick shower and change. Drew, my stylist, had already laid out some fits for me. Slipping on my shoes, " You have my phones, Chubbs?" I asked.
"Yea, here," he handed them over.
Scrolling through my messages, it was the usual mix. Girls from my past and some current ones, all asking about the after-party. But one message caught my attention. "Your show was amazing! Thank you for the tickets."
"She was here?" I asked out loud.
"Who?" Chubbs looked up as I stood, ready to head out.
"Jaliyah," I said, the name lingering a bit too long in my mouth.
As we walked through the busy halls. Chubbs mentioned she was here with some guy and her friends. "Yea, she was here. She was with three of her girls and her nigga," he said. I left the conversation alone as I chatted it up with more folks. Taking pictures as well.
In a blacked-out truck, with Jeremiah up front with the driver, and the rest of my crew in blacked-out SUVs behind us, I couldn't shake the thought of Jaliyah with another guy. "So, are you sure the nigga you saw is her man?" I asked Chubbs. He looked at me confused.
" Huh?"
" Jaliyah," I simply said while responding back to a few females. I then went on her IG and was definitely surprised to see her hugged up with some guy. "Oh! Yea man, he was all over her during the show. Kissing on her and shit. She introduced me to him but I forgot his name."
" Was this him?" I asked showing him my phone. He took my phone and looked closely. " Hell yeah, that's him," Chubbs says.
" So she has a man while still living off of me." Mumbling while looking out the window. Chubbs chuckles. " Nigga that's your fault. She's very capable of taking care of herself. You chose to keep her in that house, upgrade her cars every year, and pay her bills in hoping that she would stay where she's at. She's tired of your bullshit." He says as I'm feeling a mix of annoyance and something else I couldn't quite place.
