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“Listen to me babe,” Bianca said. “People are always going to have something to say. That's a given. And I understand that it makes you feel anxious and you’d just rather not deal with it. But at this point, deciding not to deal with it kind of means you're deciding not to deal with Kyir, and… I don't really think that's what you want,” she said. “I think yeah, it started as just sex, fucking your celebrity crush, but it's not that anymore. It's become something bigger, something deeper. So… you're going to have to give a little something up.”
I sighed.
She was right, and I knew it, but that didn’t make it easier to cope with.
“What do you think I’ll be giving up?” I asked, just wanting her thoughts.
“In your case… it's the idea that you did it all on your own. Which, you did, but it won’t look like that and these days nobody cares anyway. Everybody has a cousin, a friend of a friend, an auntie’s coworker, something. Everybody has somebody that knows somebody giving them a hand up. But the work is there, Brooke, and that’s what matters. Your portfolio speaks for itself and nobody can take that away from you.Youdid that, not Kyir. And not Kyir's dick.”
“I don’t know, it's definitely given me a much-needed powerup a time or two.”
Bianca laughed. “As all good dick should. Do you get what I'm saying though?”
I nodded my agreement. “I do. It's just…”
“Much easier said than done,” she finished for me. “But girl, what isn’t?”
“You’ve definitely got a point there,” I conceded.
“I know. And hey, since you're really worried about it, talk to Kyir about getting his PR team on it. They're there for a reason, put them to work. And he probably has one of the best in the business,” Bianca said. “Stop pretending like you're helpless and get to work on the narrative.”
“Damn, Bianca.” I laughed, shaking my head.
Of course, she was right, about all of it.
Which was why I’d called her.
For me, this thing wasn’t anywhere near as simple as,Kyir is a good man, let him love you.
There was so much more to be considered than that and it would be stupid of me not to.
But, I couldn't pretend I didn’t want that, with him.
Not anymore.
“Okay, enough of that,” Bianca said, sitting back in her chair. “Get up. You’re going to see your man perform. What are you going to wear?”
“Brooke!”
The sound of my name drew my attention away from Nick, who was explaining the shots he wanted to get of Kyir onstage. There were only about thirty more minutes before the show was due to start and I really should’ve been finding Winnie so I could get to my seat. But that would’ve been too much like right.
The reality of the situation was that my head was churning with information and emotion. Between the conversation with Bianca earlier, and then a few words of encouragement and support from Nick, my eyes had been opened to a whole new host of possibility.
Or rather… inevitability.
Working was a great diversion.
I turned from where we’d been visualizing certain shots to find the distraction from my distraction heading towards me, with a big smile on her face.
“You look really cute,” Myanna said, stopping right in front of me. It didn’t escape my notice that she had security, even though they’d hung back a bit. “And you’re wearing Ky’s favorite color.”
I glanced down at the simple, but sexy, black slip dress I’d chosen for tonight and apparently Nick did too because a moment later we’d both burst out laughing.
“I thought he was joking about that shit.” Nick chuckled and I shook my head knowing Myanna had no clue what we were talking about.
“Thank you,” I told her, accepting the quick hug she offered. “So do you. I’m assuming you’re here with friends?”
She sighed. “Yeah, they put us at theno drinkstable and made us put on wristbands.” She held up her arm, flashing a skinny neon bandanda handstamp labeling her under 21.
