He Make That Thing Go Drip Drop (Hakeem Lyon Love Story)[ON HOLD]

Lyon Dynasty

It's been a few days since that evening at Lucious's house. I still haven't told Hakeem about my dad, or anyone, for that matter. Not Kimberly, not even Rider. Keem can tell there's something wrong, but I just fake a smile and pretend like everything's okay. I don't even know why I'm not telling him, but, I just... can't.

Empire, well, I kinda got fired. Kinda. I don't even know if I quit or got fired, but, I'm no longer there. I think. I don't know. Hakeem, Andre, Mom and I walked out the building with boxes of stuff in our hands, so I guess we quit?

We were on the phone with Mom, planning how we're gonna start our own company from scratch. We were multitasking, cause I was also helping Keem workout. It's an excuse to see him shirtless. Don't judge me.

"This could work! We just need a dope name!" Keem says.

"Just don't let Hakeem name it. It's gonna be something dumb." I say.

"Look, we just need to after Royal-T and Ratzo." Keem says.

"And Tiana." I add.

"No, I already talked to Tiana. She's down with us. We just need Hakeem to get back into the studio, and we need to release those two singles you made. Those are gonna get us all the hype with the press." Mom says.

"Okay, Mom! I'm so much more than just a rapper! Let me and Rocky develop some artists! I bet Anika can get V." Keem says.

"No!" Mom and I both say at the same time.

"No. Anika's out. I don't wanna see her lying face, you understand me, Keem?" Mom says.

"I gotchu. Oh, and for a name, either Pride of the Lyons, or The Lyon Dream." Keem says.

"Ehh... I like Pride of the Lyons better. Look, we can call it whatever you want, baby, as long as you in it with me." Mom says.

"I'm in." Keem says.

"I'm in too." I say.

"Great! See y'all later!" Mom says, hanging up. Keem gets his phone and dials someone else.

"Who you calling?" I ask.

"Anika."

"No! No no no no no no no no no no." I say, snatching his phone.

"What?"

"Did Mom not just say, 'I don't wanna see her lying face', or was I the only one listening?"

"I know, but we need her!"

"Do we? Do we really?" I ask.

"Yes! She's a good manager, and she got a lot of connections! Come on!" I stare at him for a second before handing him the phone.

"When Mom kills you for this, I'm not gonna stop her." I say.

"Wow. Thanks babe." He says, hitting the call button. She immediately picks up. Damn, thirsty much? She starts talking and all I hear is blah blah blah.