She Used to Be the Sweetest Girl(54)

He had a PR representative and didn’t feel like he needed one honestly, but was thankful for her on the days he didn’t feel like being bothered. With his name well-known in the streets, Jae took her job serious as hell. The image of her client was not going to be tarnished before he even made it to the top. On plenty of occasions, she fussed at him about getting out the game, but as always, it went in one ear and out the other, as Mel put his lifestyle into the lyrics he rapped. He wanted to keep it as real as possible with his fans, but sometimes being too real offended the right set of people.

“Yo Jae, what social media talking about?” he asked, as they walked out the room.

Pulling her head up quickly, Jae smiled. She was a pretty brown skin woman, who stood about 5’5, thick curly hair she styled differently almost every day, with a crazy bubbly personality. Never get on her bad side though. Once you crossed her, there was never any coming back after that. That’s why her and Shemel got along so well. He lived by those rules as well and so far had held up his end of the deal. People used to think they were an item until she showed off her seven-carat, diamond cut ring from her husband of seven years. All the speculations and rumors were quickly put to rest thereafter.

“Shemel, I don’t know why you just won’t get an Instagram. I’m not going to always be with you, you do know that right?” Jae asked laughing.

“I don’t need all that when I got you. I’ll just use your login stuff until I’m famous. After my first tour, I’ll make one,” he replied.

“We’ll see. By then, you really gone be popping and having me work my ass off.”

“Damn right. You good for it, though, Jae.”

Just as he turned the corner, he came crashing into another body. Quickly placing his hand out, he caught the person before they went crashing toward the ground. Regaining her balance, Marcella adjusted her leather jacket. She was the newest artist signed to Homage and was already killing the charts. Smiling, she introduced herself.

“You’d think with all this money, they’d make the hallways a little bigger. Marcella,” she said sticking her hand for Mel to shake.

“Young Mel,” Shemel replied.

Looking over her appearance, he nodded his head in approval. Not quite his type, but still a nice looking girl. He began to think of which one of his cousins he could put on. The red bob Marcella was rocking, was indeed cold. The hair stylist slayed her hair a few hours prior, preparing her for a radio interview she had later in the day. The twenty-year-old singer had the streets going crazy with a single she released a month ago. They were all on the wait list and she couldn’t be more excited to speak with them all.

“Nice to meet you. Are you the new guy everyone is tripping over?” she asked, chuckling.

“Tripping over? Who are these people you speak of?”

“A few of the women downstairs. They said it was some fine ass dread head up here, but I didn’t believe them. So you know, had to come check it out for myself. See what all the fuss was about,” she blushed.

Grinning, Shemel shook his head. He hadn’t missed all the lustful stares from the women earlier, but he paid them no mind. He knew he was a fly ass nigga. Women were bound to look, whether they wanted to or not. He had that effect on almost everyone he met.

“So what you think? Were their assumptions correct?” he asked slyly.

Placing a hand over her mouth, she let out a small chuckle. Marcella was not expecting him to say that, but should have known better. His appearance screamed cocky young nigga, but his conversation was smooth as wine. Shemel was far from a cocky nigga, but was well aware of his capabilities when it came to woman. He didn’t have to try hard, ever. He had never even sweat a chick until recently. Brix had him on some other shit lately, and he couldn’t deny the way it had him feeling.

Stepping closer, Marcella brought her lips close to his ear. Brushing them teasingly against his lobe, she began to whisper.

“They were right, you are fine. Not finer than my woman though,” she said, backing up slowly with a grin.

Cocking his head to the side, Shemel smirked. Not near the response he was expecting, but he couldn’t be mad at her response. At least he knew she wasn’t trying to push up on him. Marcella was just being a tease like always. For those who didn’t know of her or follow her on social media, they had no idea she was a lesbian. She had no problem with letting anyone know either.

“Word? Okay shawty, I see you.”

“Hey. No need to front,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “What you got up for tomorrow night? I know this really cool club we can go to.”