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I come.
And cry out.
And come again.
FIFTEEN
Marcel
Arianna walks into my office carrying her iPad while holding her iPhone in her hand and says, “J-Smooth is in the conference room with his manager.”
I look up from my computer screen, glancing up at the crystal clock up on the wall. It’s eleven a.m. And this muhfucka just shows up here without an appointment. I knew he was bailed out by his manager earlier this morning, but I didn’t know he was gonna show his ass here. Then again, I’m not surprised. But I’m not beat to deal with his ass until I hear back from our attorney.
“He knows he doesn’t have an appointment, but his manager says they’ve been trying to reach you all morning.”
“Yeah, fuck ’im,” I say, getting up from my desk and walking over to the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Times Square. “I’ve been iggin’ their asses. Let ’em sit. And wait.” I take in the ridiculously amazing view, which includes several large billboards of advertisements—one of them being Carlos’s ass posing in his damn drawz. It’s like the muhfucka’s gazing back at me smirking ‘n’ shit.
I shake my head and then turn to look at Arianna. “I need for you to get Lance Green on the line.”
Lance is another one of my frat brothers and also my attorney. I’d already put a call into him while I was out in L.A.; now it was time to follow-up with my plan of axing J-Smooth’s ass.
Arianna walks out of my office. A few minutes later, she buzzes and tells me Lance is on line two.
“Yo, Lance, my dude…tell me something good. Can I drop this muhfucka J-Smooth or what? This muhfucka’s bad-boy-rebellious image is becoming a PR nightmare. Turning up in clubs ‘n’ shit is one thing, but this shit with him slashing tires ‘n’ tryna knock his girl’s eye sockets out is shit I ain’t cosigning. And that’s some real shit, feel me?”
“I hear you, man. But perhaps we should hang tight to see how it all pans out in court before we drop him. He hasn’t been convicted of any wrongdoing as far as the domestic violence case goes.”
All morning long, J-Smooth’s name has been rolling off the tongues of radio personalities and the damn social media bloggers have been dragging his dumb ass. And it hasn’t helped matters that Elena’s camp released a statement pretty much saying the shit she’s alleging is true. Somehow photos of her Benz slumped to one side where J-Smooth allegedly flattened two of her tires was leaked over the Internet.
“Nah, fuck that. Wait hell. You know like I do, whether he’s found guilty or not, that doesn’t mean the muhfucka didn’t do the shit. I’m done with his ass. Let him take that ratchet shit on over to some other label. I want him the fuck off mine.”
“All right then. Although the language around the morality clause is vague, it’s definitely a bail-out provision, so if you wish to terminate his contract, then so be it.”
“That’s all I wanna hear. I’ll let his manager know effective today, he’s been dropped.” I end the call, then buzz Arianna. “You can tell them muhfuckas they can come back this afternoon. At four.”
A few seconds later, she buzzes me back.
“Yeah?”
“Umm, you have a call on line one. The caller refused to give me her name.”
I frown. “Did she say what she wanted?”
“No. When I told her you were busy, she simply stated she’d stay on the line and wait until you were available. And she didn’t care how long it’d take.”
Probably some thirsty wannabe songstress tryna bum rush her way into a studio audition. “Aiight. No worries. I got it.” I disconnect from her and pick up line one. “MarSell Kennedy speaking,” I say, leaning back in my executive chair.
“Ooh, I couldn’t wait until Thursday,” a sultry voice coos into the phone. “I needed to hear your panty-soaking voice today. I wanna suck the nut out your dick.”
“Oh, word?” I say, tryna figure out the voice on the other end of the line. There’s a hint of a Spanish accent. “Who am I speaking to?”
“Te preocupes, papi. I’m not a stalker or anything.”
“Yo, so do I know you? Have we met?”
“No. But I feel like I know you. For almost four years you’ve been my fantasy boo. El hombre me jodido yo escuchando. Quiero follar mi coño. Quiero que me folles.”
I swallow, feeling a slight stir in my drawz. I don’t know what the fuck she just said. But whatever it is got my balls starting to heat.
