Page 107 of Love U Down II

“I would fucking love that.” I smiled up at her pretty ass and my hands slid to her ass. “But we both know that’s not what you want to do. You’re just feeling a lil unmotivated. It happens.”

“I’m feeling a little discouraged and like I may not be cut out for this.”

“Even legends have bad songs, Yo.”

She let her head fall forward against my shoulder and sighed.

“I know. I just… I’m still figuring out all of this and everyone on the label has been making music just about as long as I have or shorter and their songs are doing fucking amazing.”

“They love their music, and because they love it, they’re putting their all behind it. You’ve shared that fuck ass song like twice. It’s not the same thing.” One of my hands drifted up her back. “I’m not gon’ tell you to suck it up, but what I am gon’ tell you is you’re getting back in the fucking booth and soon.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I got a few slots I can put you in.”

“To record what song?”

“We’ll figure it out. The worst thing you can do right now is duck this smoke. The best thing you can do is put out some better shit so they forget the old, wack ass shit.”

“You think so?” Myome looked up at me.

“Yeah.” I smiled at her. “I want you in the studio focusing on your solo music, and if you need to push some of that fundraiser shit off on someone else, we can delegate. But your music needs to take priority and you need to put out something that you love with proper promotion before you decide you ain’t got it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You can sit at home, spend my money, and have our musically inclined babies.”

“You know I’m going to do that whether I put an album out or not, right?”

A huge grin took over my face.

“That’s fucking right, baby.”

She smiled and we laughed against each other’s mouths as we kissed.

“I love you so much,” Myome said.

“I love you so much,” I echoed.

I slid my hands down Myome’s back beneath her shirt.

“So you don’t care about being late anymore?” she teased.

“More than getting between these sexy ass thighs?” I scoffed. “Hell fuck no.”

Myome giggled but both of our heads snapped to the side when her phone started to vibrate loudly.

“Rain check?” she asked.

“So I was going to skip out on a potential million dollar deal and you can’t let the phone ring?”

“Considering how early it is, it has to be Charm and something has to be wrong.”

I cut my eyes at my baby but let her go because I knew she was right. She wasn’t someone who consistently got calls early in the morning.

She slipped off my lap and I smacked her on the ass as she hurried around the counter to her phone. I turned back forward, grabbed a piece of bacon, and popped it into my mouth.

“Hello?” Myome answered immediately. “What’s up? Wait. Hold up. Are you serious? No. I haven’t. Give me a second. I’ll look right now.”