layla in mm
i sat in the crib waiting on layla to get here i didnt know how to break this news to her i hated giving people decisions to make but miracle was right i needed to decided i heard the light knock i opened the door she waltz in and almost immediately i just wanted to kiss her and hug her i looked at her rubbing my hands down my face looking at he
"so you called me over here to stare at me" she asked
"naw but we need to work some shit out" i told her
"what is that"
"well me and miracle was talking" i told her and she rolled her eyes
"this should be good" she snapped
"well i wanted to know what this was between us" i asked
"we are two friends doing grown folks things" she shrugged as if it was just some normal shit
"so do you see us being serious because i do" i told her this is what i have been feeling for years and she has been dodging me left and right but now at this moment i wanted to know where her head was at
"i do see us being serious but we could have had this conversation some other time why u call me over here"
"because if you really want to make this serious then im going to have to fire you because i dont need emotion getting in the way of my business not right now i mean i can always get you assigned to another artist but me and you cant work together" i explain
"are you fucking serious" she scuffed
"yeah i mean i really like you but if we about to make this offical i need you to be my woman not my manager and woman you can either be one or the other"
"what time of sick person makes a person decide over her love life and fucking career" she yelled
"look i didnt want to fight about this"
"what did you expect exactly for me to be happy about this you know what i quit this fucking job with you i knew i should have never started this with you i should have kept my feelings to myself" she screamed
"what are you being serious right now"
"yes you are basically saying that i cant separate the two between my business and love life which angers me im not your hot in the ass assistant ive been rocking with you for five years and you question my professionalism " she said getting up leaving out the door i just shook my head because layla was the last person i expected to walk out on me
next week...
i waited in miracle for what seemed like hours but she was late and i had an appearance to make she finally stumbled in with her hair everywhere and she overall look at mess she plopped down on the couch moving her hair out of my face
"im sorry i know you have an appearance but i cancelled it and moved the date back" she whispered
"why the fuck would you do that without telling me" i shouted
"because i couldnt walk on national tv looking like this" she finally looked at me showing me her busted lip bloody nose and black eye i quickly reverted my attitude going to aid her
"what the fuck happened" i asked
"zack" she rolled her eyes
"he did this to you" my voice boomed she just nodded wiping her tears away i rushed to the bathroom and the cafeteria to go get her some shit she need when i came back she was just crying
"i should have just stayed home and called in but i know how important this was to you and he got really upset at my interest in your well being and accused me of sleeping with you and everything went completely left the punches the kicks i just couldnt stop i should have just stayed home" she cried i tried to wipe her nose but she jumped back
"is it broken"
"i dont know but it hurts really bad" she told me
"how about you lay down" i instructed
"i cant my side hurt" she told me making me raise up her shirt and examine her bruises i rubbed my finger down them making her cry out in pain
"we need to take you to the hospital" i told her she shook her head rapidly
"why in the hell not" i asked she acted as if she didnt want any help
"i just cant explain it to you right now " she told me
"mane look what do you want me to do" i asked
"just respect my private life right now" i too a back to that statement
"what the fuck you came to me with this shit you could have called in sick or something but no you stopped my whole day with your private shit and now that a nigga is concerned u tell me to stay out your private life what type of shit is that" i snapped
"please you have to understand" she cried i just sat beside her placing her head on my shoulders
"man this is different" i mumbled
"im sorry"
before i could respond layla busted through the doors making miracle hide her face me and layla stared at each other for so long it was almost as if time stopped
"fine i will find another job" she said standing at my doorway
"you serious right now" i smirked basically jumping to hug her she wrapped her arms around me kissing me
" im going to start working with another artist next week i hope you find a new manger as good as me" she giggled
"well miracle gone handle all of that for me aint that right miracle" i looked over my shoulder as she lifted her thumb up i shook my head miracle was so private i watched as layla rolled her eyes before walking off i dont see what was he beef with miracle
"your girlfriend doesnt like me at all" miracle giggled
"i see"
"i think she thinks i want you" she looked at me
"well you know all the ladies do i wouldnt blame you" i smirked she pushed me lifting up slowly i helped her putting ice on her ribs she hissed the whole day was completely blown i took care of her all damn day
