Tao was packed to the brim with people of all nationalities, shapes, colors, and ethnicities. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and having a good time. It was an amazing sight to see. I was having a good time watching everyone dance and rap along to one of my songs. This was the break I needed to escape all of my problems. I knew when I got home all hell was going to break loose.
Between Anastasia's thirsty antics; Henry possibly being behind the kidnapping, and confronting my wife about the rumors of her sleeping with Drake, it wasn't going to be good. I had my doubts about the last part but still, at the end of the day, it's all bad for me.
That text still had me a bit shaken up. I didn't know who sent it and why? If it was true, I didn't understand why my wife and one of my closest friends couldn't be upfront with me. I could handle it if they would have told me years ago. I don't think I can handle any more lies and secrets, especially from my other half. Blaire has, for the most part, told me everything.
I knew Blaire must have found out about the video by now and that's probably why I haven't heard from her at all day. I know I should call her, but I'm just afraid to hear her reaction. I wondered if she would cry or be pissed? Would she go Waiting to Exhale on my ass and burn all of my sh!t? There's no telling with Bee. She's all calm and collected until she isn't. When she's mad there's no reasoning with her. I'll admit I really wasn't ready to face her or Bryce. They both are more alike than she likes to admit. I guess that's why they bump heads so much.
Bryce has this destructive and evil side, unlike something I've ever seen before. He tried to kill me once before. He hung me over the balcony the day that was supposed to be our wedding. After Blaire stormed off, he went crazy. He turned into the Hulk. He cussed me out and he threatened to drop me because I hurt his big sister. I wasn't trying to die especially when I didn't do anything this time.
Stephanie came over with two of her friends bringing me back to reality. She already had guys gawking at her and that's why I wasn't mad at Bryce. I understood protecting your sister at all cost. If some guy did what I did to Steph, I would want to kill that nigga too. I realized how much pain I caused a Blaire and I never wanted to hurt anyone like that again, especially her.
"Ave, these are my girls, Dee and Shayla. And this my big brother Profit or Avery.” Steph introduced us.
“It’s nice to meet you, ladies,” I said as I shook their hands. “I want you to have fun and all drinks are on me.”
“Thanks,” Dee said.
They blushed and headed to the couches and tables to order from the waitresses. They seemed nice and I knew my sister didn't tolerate drama, so I knew they would be cool. Stephanie smiled and got closer to me.
"You talk to Blaire yet?" she whispered in my ear.
"Hell no! I’m not calling my pregnant wife at one something in the morning I’m not adding more fuel to the fire.”
“I see your point.” She laughed and then nudged me. “You better call my sister. The longer you wait, the worse it's going to be. I saw with my own eyes just how she can get.”
"I know. Don’t remind me. I'm taking my ass home first thing in the morning."
"Good. Until then let's have some drama-free fun."
I nodded and went to have a drink. I wasn't going to drink a lot tonight. I wanted to go home sober and ready to talk to my wife. I decided to shoot her a text to let her know I'll be home late tomorrow morning.
Me: Hey baby. I'll be home between 10 am and 11 am. I just want you to know what happened on stage wasn't what you think it was. I'm not messing with her. We really need to talk. I miss you and I love you.
It was close to two in the morning so I knew she was asleep. I didn't expect her to respond anyway. I just hoped she would let me in the house tomorrow. I put my phone away and started dancing with Kai and Stephanie. Kai was drunk which wasn't her. She was always in business mode making sure I was on my best behavior. I guess since her fiancé was here, she was letting her hair down. She wasn't coming back to Atlanta with me either. I let her have the week off after she been grinding like crazy these past few weeks. She signaled for Drake to come over. He waved and signaled that he would.
Drake was in his VIP area talking to some girls. I think it was about three females on his lap. He was a straight-up hoe, sleeping with everybody. He did slow down a bit recently. That's why I just couldn't see him and Blaire messing around. We were both 34 and had kids, well he has one son. I thought he would be tired of that life and settle down. He told me it was one girl he really liked, but he messed that up. I guess he couldn't move on just like I couldn't move on from Blaire. I told him not to give up, but he said she was married now and happy. He knew that he didn't have a chance and was never going to pursue her. I felt bad for him because I wanted him to have that someone just like I do.
Aubrey came over to my VIP area. He seemed to be in a good mood. I knew he was happy that he only had three shows left. His last show is in his hometown, Toronto. He was excited to spend some time with his son for the next few months. He dapped me up and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for doing the show with me last minute," he said with a wide smile.
"It was nothing. You're my boy. You know I got you."
"Thanks, man. How's the fam?"
"Good. I just hope my wife doesn't kill me when I get home," I joked, trying to downplay that I was nervous about going home.
"I'm sorry about the situation with ol’ girl. I didn't know she was there or would be bought up on the stage. Something ain't right about her. She was all in my face too and I was like naw... I meant no disrespect to you or your wife.”
I knew he was genuine. He’s been a good loyal friend for over six years. So, I really wanted to put the rumor of him messing with my wife to rest.
"It's cool, man. Can we talk in private?" I asked.
He nodded his head. He got the attention of one of the promoters. He asked where we could go to talk privately. The promoter took us to an office on the other side of the club along with our bodyguards. I saw Anastasia again as we walked to the office. She was staring at me hard and smiling. I really think that girl is stalking me. As soon as I get home, I'm going to get my lawyers on it for a restraining order or something.
Drew and Chubbs stood outside the office. We sat down on the leather chairs. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone. I showed him the text messages I received from an unknown person. He looked shocked more than anything.
"Who sent this?" he asked.
"I don't know. I am just wondering if it's some truth to it," I said.
He rubbed his beard and put his head down. My body tensed up and I was starting to get upset. If this nigga fu*ked my wife, I don't know what I was going to do.
"You promise you’re not going to get mad?" he asked.
"I don't know. It depends on what you have to say," I snarled.
He sighed and pulled away from me. That's when I knew something happened between them.
"First of all, I didn't know you when I met Blaire. We were like 19 or 20. My rap career had just started. I just released my first mixtape and my song with Trey was just blowing up. I meet her at the BET Awards. I thought she was really... um... cute. We talked but she didn't really seem interested. We later ran into each other at another event. I found out she was an intern at Colombia Records. I asked her out on a date several times and she finally said yes after turning me down several times. We went out a few times and were becoming a couple. I told her I loved her, but I did mean it at the time. And that led to us sleeping together. I didn’t treat her right. I was messing around and had other women on the side. She caught me making out with another chick at an industry party she was working at. I tried to get her back, but she was done with me. I didn't see her for years. Then you and I became really cool. I found out she worked for you and I wanted to see if she would give me another chance. Then you told me you liked her so I backed off. I pretended like I didn't know her. She ignored me anyway. I know I should have told you a long time ago, but I thought you already knew. I'm sorry, man," he confessed.
"So, you were in a whole relationship with my wife? Fu*ked my wife? Cheated on her? And never thought to tell me? So, is she the one you were talking about? The one that got away?" I spat.
I was so pissed. I was clenching my fist so hard that I was digging into my skin. It was taking everything in me not to kill him. I stood up and so did he. He backed up toward the door.
"Yes, she was the one I wished I didn't mistreat. Avery, you need to calm down. That was almost 15 years ago. I thought you knew. I didn't think it was a big deal since we have slept with the same chicks before. I know Blaire isn't some regular chick but still... I'm really sorry. I regret not telling you earlier. I don't know why she never told you," he explained.
"Leave! Right now before I strangle yo’ ass," I seethed.
"Avery, chill. I'm really sorry. What else can I say or do?.... Please don't let this ruin our business and friendship.”
"Nigga, fu*k you!
It was like I blacked out. All I remembered was Drew and Chubbs pulling me off of Aubrey. Aubrey was rubbing his neck and then bolted out of there.
"What is wrong with you?" Drew asked.
"I got to go home. Right now!" I yelled.
"No, you need to calm the hell down," he said sternly.
"I'm your employer! I write your checks! You better call Myles right now and tell him to book a jet within the next hour!" I shouted.
He scoffed at me and got on the phone. He told Myles to get ready to leave ASAP. Then he told me to fix my clothes so we could walk to the car without any suspicion. I straightened up and followed behind him. We went to the SUV. I texted Kai and Stephanie and told them I needed to go home immediately. They said they understood and they were going to miss me.
Unknown: I told you I was telling you the truth. Leave that slut and come get a real woman.
I was so angry I threw my phone on the floor of the car. Whoever this person was, they knew too much about Blaire. She, well I assume it was a she, was making things worst.
What did she want and why was she hell-bent on destroying Blaire and I's marriage?
Drew pulled off and headed to my condo. During the half-hour drive, I was trying to calm down. When we pulled up, Myles was already out front waiting with our bags. He got in the car not sure what to say. Drew headed to JFK airport.
"The jet is ready. We should be home by five in the morning," Myles said cautiously.
I nodded at him. I didn't say anything the entire ride to the airport. I didn't even say anything during the two-hour flight home. All I could think about was every interaction that Blaire and Aubrey ever had. Now I understood why Blaire stayed away from him. If he was in one room she went into another. They didn't say anything to each other. All this time, I just thought their personalities didn't click. I was so wrong.
Why didn't she trust me? Did she still have some feelings for him? Is he the reason why she gave me such a hard time about being together?
There was so much going through my head. The images of him being inside of my baby, kissing her, touching her were driving me crazy. I don't know why she couldn't tell me. I felt like I was losing it. I was tired of Blaire keeping things from me. She had to tell me everything. If she kept lying to me it was over.