Page 95 of Beautiful Noise
“Speaking of your lady, the release party for ‘If’ was a huge success, which I hear we can attribute to the lyrics from Cyan Indigo Bleu?”
She gave up trying to pry into my personal life and decided to go with the popularity of Kori and Leijah’s teamwork on her new album. I almost fucking laughed but that wouldn’t have helped her already irritated mood.
“The album is dope as hell but it’s not all about Ri. She wrote the songs, Lei put her vocal talents into play, and Clay’s production was on point as always. Between the three of them, something beautiful was created.”
“And you have a few features also.”
“I do. I’m honored to be a part of the project but in all honesty it would have been just as fucking dope without me.”
“That’s what’s up and I agree. Leijah has a bright future. Will you be joining her for some of the tour dates? The first stop is Miami, next month, right?”
“Yeah, she’s headlining eighteen cities. As for whether or not I’ll pull up is completely up to Lei. If she asks, I’m there.”
“She hasn’t asked?” Robbi arched her brow.
Yeah she had, and I’d agreed, but this was her tour. I wasn’t going to steal her shine. If the people showed up, it would be to see Lei. I would be a bonus.
“Nah, she hasn’t.” I smirked.
“But you’ll be there regardless, right. Leijah has mentioned several times in recent interviews that she’s touring with her songwriter,Bleu.”
Here she goes again, trying to circle back to my personal shit. “Ri’s gonna be there. They vibe together and some of the best writing I’ve ever done was while on tour.”
“Mmmm, I bet. I’ve heard stories about you ontour.” She smiled smugly.
“That was then, this is now.” I shrugged.
I’d fucked a lot of women in multiple cities, states, and countries, but those days were over. The only woman who would share my bed, or inspire me, was the one who stole my fucking heart. She also didn’t do that shit discreetly. Kori crashed into my life with an AK and ski mask and told me to run that shit. I grinned at the thought of how she completely uprooted my life and planted herself in it.
“Is that smile a memory of whatthenused to be like?”
“Nah, that smile is because there’s not a damn thing on earth that compares to mynowand the person who eliminated the need for what my life was back then.”
“Mmm…” she hummed, then flashed a sneaky grin. “Sounds like the lover boy has fallen in love.”
I laughed, shaking my head, but didn’t confirm or deny. My life, my feelings, my heart was only shared with the person who appreciated all three and handled them with care.
When I didn’t respond, Robbi moved on. We discussed a few tracks off the album and she tried her hand at pulling a few more personal details from me to no avail. After we wrapped I was in my car heading across town to the studio where Leijah was recording a bonus track for her album. A song inspired by me fucking my lady in the pool after she had too much wine and tested my patience by wearing some little ass bikini that was still in the bottom of my pool.
Leijah likely didn’t know that but she wouldn’t care. Thanks to Kori’s brilliant mind and the wordplay she used when writing “Deeply Rooted”, the assumption would be that the song was about an emotional pull of feelings. It was actually about how deep I was in Kori’s pussy that night.
As soon as I entered the studio and reached the floor where Leijah was recording, a smile graced my face when I noticed Kori in the hallway leaned against the wall with the phone to her ear until I saw the frown set in place.
My protective nature kicked in and I was on her in a matter of seconds. “What’s wrong?”
Her brows pinched more and she held her finger up asking me to wait but I wasn’t trying to wait for shit. Whoever was upsetting my lady was going to have to deal with me. I pulled the phone from her hand and brought it to my ear.
“Yo, who’s this?”
“Ezren…” The agitated sound of Kori’s mother’s voice flowed through the phone and my eyes shot over to Kori who now had her arms locked over her chest as she rolled her damn eyes but I didn’t give a fuck.
“Mrs. Griffin, why are you pissing off my lady?”
“I didn’t think asking to see my daughter would classify as pissing her off.”
I kept my eyes on Kori as I spoke to her mother. They talked often but hadn’t seen each other since the last visit to her parents’ house. Her father still refused to acknowledge that he was wrong as hell for treating his daughter like she didn’t have the right to live her life. Her mother was trying but she was also still toeing the line of appeasing her husband and mending the relationship with her daughter.
“You ready for that plane ticket?”