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@ names! @ names! @ naaaames!!! Hey guys, this is basically just a checkup. I need to know who's still reading this. I'm creating a list of your @ names so I know who to inform abt new posts via Twitter. Even if I know you read this, I STILL need you to leave your @ name please. This includes the ppl who never comment as well. Mkay, that's it. Thanks.

Interlude

Hey guys! For the person who asked, "Okai, Whatever Happened with The watches nd stuff Nic Bought for drake? :o Did she ever give it to himm? " I left your answer at the end of Chapter 21, part 2 so you might wanna go read that. ^_^ Okay, back to this, it's short but I think it's import to this story. Not much else to say, please read on.

statutory rape (n.)  - takes place when any person engages in sexual intercourse with a person under 18 (commonly referred to as unlawful sex with a minor). ¹

sexual battery or assault (n.) - 1. non consensually touching an intimate part of another against their will for: ¹ sexual arousal, ² sexual gratification, ³ sexual abuse;
2. consent for touching was fraudulently obtained.

Post:

"In other news, thirty-four year old Jarvis Delgado has been arrested earlier today for shoplifting at a local Walmart. Police say he would have only spent a few nights behind bars. That was until they found he had outstanding warrants and was on the run for a crime he committed in California. His victim has refused to be acknowledged so she will remain unnamed. He and the woman, his victim, have been said to have had an intimate relationship when she was at the tender age of seventeen. Jarvis was only twenty-four. The courts have agreed to charge him with statutory rape since she was still a minor. That crime alone leaves Jarvis Delgado with a sentence of four years. And that's not counting his recent sexual battery charge against his victim, which would give him four more years if found guilty. We'll have more on this story when we return…"

Forty shook his head. "Poor girl…" He said lowly. He then reached for the remote control and pressed a button signaling the television screen to go blank. He carefully scooted to the edge of his recliner and reached for his cane, which was resting on the arm of the cushioned chair. Slowly, he rose to his feet and strategically made his way to the bathroom. He had been sitting in a gloomy room, lights off as the rain danced outside of the window to the right of the television. The environment around him reflected how he felt within. There was no telling how long he'd been like this. Once he made it to the bathroom, he pulled the door open and headed straight for the mirror. He stared at his pale face and sunken eyes. Forty then rested his cane against the sink and turned on a faucet. The cold water streamed out with a menacing whisper. He leaned down, splashing his face a few times, then raised up looking back into the mirror as he turned off the faucet. The cold water against his skin didn't liven him up. If anything, he looked sicker. Forty stood there, hands holding either side of the sink, and stared at his reflection.

"What happened, Noah?" He disappointedly asked himself. "What happened…"

He lifted one hand and wiped his wet cheek.

"How could you…"

Forty closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as his head began to hang. He then reopened them seconds later and stared at the drain. The water droplets were slowly connecting as they inched their way down, disappearing into the dark abyss.

He shook his head. "You gotta fix this…" He told himself. Forty then grabbed his cane and made his way back into the dark room of his studio apartment. He searched for his cell phone in the piles of clothing scattered across his room; it'd been awhile since he used it. Once found, Forty sat down on his unkempt bed and scrolled through his contacts until he came to the person he wanted. He took a deep breath and pressed talk. The phone began to ring and after a few seconds, he heard a voice answer.

"H-hello?"

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Sneak Peek!

Hey guys!! Since it's my birthday, I wanted to be nice & share something with you all. This is a tiiiny sneak peak of "Sweet" part two. I'm still working on the full chapter though. I want it to be long so hopefully it will be. Please enjoy. :)

Scene:

"HA!! I'm sorry, baby but I probably would've been one to tease you if we went to the same school. You looked like such a neeerd." She made a sad face.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. You're funny, Nic." He closed his bedroom door behind him.

"Haha, sorry babe." She walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm so glad you grew up. Age has done you well."

"True…" He held her by the waist. "You know… you can still tease me if you want. I won't take it offensively. I promise." He looked over her body as he licked his lips.

Nicki gave him that look. "See…" She shook her head. "I wasn't even talkin about that kinda teasin." She removed his hands from her waist and stepped back with a smile."

"Oh, but I am… come on, babe." He grabbed her by the waist again, placing kisses on her neck.

Nicki giggled. "Aubrey stop!" She pulled away. "We're not."

"We're not what?" He asked, already knowing.

"We, you and I, are NOT doing it. Not here."

"Wanna take it to the living room?"

"Why are you so nasty???" She asked in shock, her eyes widening with a grin.

"Cuz you like it." He placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her from the floor to his bed in one swift movement.

Nicki was now laying on her back with him standing between her legs, leaning over her. "Aubrey, no." She pointed her finger in his face.

He put one knee on the bed. "Tell me why?"

"Because! I'm not havin sex with you in your mother's house. That's disrespectful. And especially when she's home? No, sir." Nicki folded her arms.

"Come on, bae. You know how long I've been dreamin about this moment? To have you in my bed?"

"Don't lie."

He smiled. "I'm not. I'm serious. It's… essential. I've wanted to lay you down in my…" He glanced at his bed sheets. "In my race car bed sheets since I can remember." He tried to keep a straight face, but failed. He and Nicki both broke out in laughter.

"You are such a fool." She smiled.

"I'm yours though…" He kissed her neck.

"Drake stop." She politely pushed him away. "I meant what I said."

"But your eyes are speakin a whole 'nother language right now." He admitted, looking into them.

Nicki held their gaze for a moment before breaking contact. She then turned her head and began to look at the posters plastered on his royal blue walls. "Drake… how many girls have you had in this bed anyway?"

"Ha, not many. You saw the pictures. I wasn't the most popular thing back then."

Nicki laughed, looking at him. "Oh, yea… poor baby." She reached up to rub his ear.

Drake stared down at her. "You sure you don't want this?"

"For now I am."

"So that leaves hope for later then?"

Nicki giggled and pushed him off her. Without answering the question, she sat up and walked over to his closet.

Tada! :D Chapter coming soonish!

Response Post

Question: 
What happened that night with the Nicki/SB thing that has Nicki's dad so angry towards SB?

Answer:
Hopefully this post explains why Robert & Safaree don't get along.

Post:

Shoes off, 2-way in hand, and nearly sprawled across his bed with my feet propped up on top of his headboard… this is how I'm spending my Friday night. In my best friend's room while he sits on his floor playing Mario on his Nintendo. I'm assuming the game froze 'cause I hear him remove the cartridge, blow into it, and put it back into the console. He's been trying to beat this level for a few days now with no luck. His mom and sisters are visiting family across town so it's just us here, in our own little worlds. Oh… I should probably tell you who he is, right? Haha, well Safaree of course. And yes, as you all know, I am your narrator, Onika. Enough with the introductions though; I just got another message on my 2-way. It's from my boo, Charlie. We've been dating for about three months now. He's really, really sweet and cute and funny and all that good stuff. Faree introduced me to him actually. I'd always see them hanging out and playing basketball on the court a few blocks away from my house. I guess I was staring a bit too hard one day when Charlie shot his three pointer. He was Skins so I just couldn't look away, haha. Anyway, Safaree noticed the look I was giving him so he took it upon himself to introduce us. And I've been in heaven ever since. He's nineteen and I know I'm only sixteen, but I'll be seventeen next month so really there's no issue, right? Right.

"Shit!" Safaree yells, breaking me from my thoughts.

I roll over onto my stomach and look at the television. "What happened?"

"Oh my God… I was THIS close!" He showed me with his fingers. "Thiiiiis close!" He tossed his controller and ran his hands over his face. "That damn Princess Peach gon hafta stay captured…"

I started to laugh. "Hahaha! It's just a game, Faree. Relax."

"Shut up. You don't even know how to play so I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"So???" I grab a pillow from the head of the bed, behind me, and whack him with it.

He quickly shielded his head with his hands. "Stop!" He started smiling as the pillow continued to make contact with him.

I giggle and tuck the pillow under my bosom. "Well now you know to watch your mouth."

Safaree smirked as if my words held no value, so I mushed the back of his noggin.

"Stop, Lil' Charlie." He says.

I smile. "Don't call me that." I say, knowing damn well I like it.

"Little Charlie!" He says again, annunciating every syllable while he switches Nintendo cartridges.

"Shut up, Safaree…" I reply, closing my eyes and resting my head on the pillow beneath me. My 2-way goes off again, making me smile. I check it.

Well yea, I'm jus layin on my bed thinkin bout u

Aww, really? What abt me?

How beautiful u r & how u coulda came over tonight

I roll my eyes.

Now u know I can't. Ya mom hates me 4 some odd reason

She jus jealous

Of me?? Y would she be?

Cuz...

I giggle at his lack of an explanation. Safaree looks back at me.

"What's funny?" He asks. 

"My C. Bear." I respond, replying to Charlie's message.

"You and that nickname stuff…" Faree shook his head. "You know me and the boys' clown him about dat shit, right?" He chuckled, eyes on the television screen as he played Donkey Kong 64. 

"Y'all are wrong. Leave my baby alone. Don't be mad 'cause he got somebody and y'all all still single lookin like scrubs."

"Me?? A scrub?? Yea, a'ight. You musta forgot that blue classic sittin out front is mine. I ain't no scrub."

"Whatever…"

I see Faree pause the game and pick up his 2-way while he mumbled something inaudible.

"Don't mumble. Say whatchu gotta say, my nicca." 

"It ain't even about you so chill. Ya C. Bear, " He mimicked. "just sent me somethin."

I look over Safaree's shoulder to see the message. Yea, I'm curious alright. But Safaree holds his 2-way away from me so I can't see.

"I said he sent ME a message. Not Onika."

I suck my teeth and sit up, laying back on his bed now. I continue to text my boo, oblivious to all else.

Ayo S. Beezy. Wuddup, nigga?

Nothin. Tryna play this Nintendo game

U still ain't beat that level on Mario?

Naw, nigga, lol. I ain't even mad though. Playin Donkey Kong.

Oh word? That's wussup. But yo, guess what?

What?

Yo, u know the girl Leslie from History class, right?

Safaree furrowed his brow.

Yea... the lightskin 1? What abt her?

Shorty tried 2 get @ me yesterday

And? U tell her u got a girl?

The bitch already know. Son...

Forreal? So what happened?

She invited me over her house

What??? So where u at?

Her house...

I freeze. I can't believe what this nigga just told me. Fuck he doin at this bitch house?!

Um... & y is that? U 4get 2 tell me bout a house party?

I ask, but I already know that ain't why that nigga there.

Naw nigga. It's jus me & her. She wanted me 2 come over &… yea

Wtf is wrong with u, nigga?!? U know u got Onika over here all crazy 4 u & shit?!? The girl is head over heels. Don't do dis, man. Please.

Well she ain't puttin out! It's been 3mos, nigga! You know I don't wait that damn long 4 nuthin. So if she ain't lettin a nigga get dat, I gotta get it some place else

I don't even reply. This nigga… fuckin dumb ass…

"Nika?"

"Hm?"

"You still messagin' ya C. Bear?"

"Mhm."

"Did he say what he was doin?"

"He's home… layin in bed thinkin about me."

I can hear the smile in her voice. I sigh, trying to figure out my next move.

"Why are you so concerned?" She asks.

How can I tell her? Can I even tell her? Should I tell her?

"Faree?" She calls. "What is it?"

"Nothin… just askin… I'll be back." I get up to go to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

Safaree is so weird… weirdo. Haha, I wonder why he asked me that though… I look at the television, the game is still paused. I never really played this thing before, but how hard could it be? I slide off the bed and pick up the controller next to his 2-way. The little monkey character on the screen begins to twitch when I resume the game. I press a few buttons and he begins to run. I don't get why boys like this stuff. This game is so basic, haha.

*beep, beep*

Oop! Another message. I look at my 2-way, but it's not me. I look at Faree's and I see a notification for one new message. It's from my C. Bear. I really shouldn't be going through his phone, but... it's just Charlie.

U still there man?

Yea

I reply.

Well??

How is it that Safaree gets a response faster than me? Like… and I don't even know what Charlie's talking about. Haha, I'm so nosey. I begin to read the beginning of their conversation. "……wait……" I say aloud. "No fuckin way………" I cannot believe what I'm reading. I look through my inbox and read our messages. But what the fuck am I comparing?! He fuckin lied to me! How could he lie to me??? He said he was home. He fuckin told me he was home! Now he's at this Leslie bitch's house?! She is such a fuckin hoe! Everybody at school knows that! How could Charlie do this to me?! Oh my God, if he fucks her, I swear...

U're not gonna screw her, r u?

I brought the rubbers so…

Nicki dropped Safaree's 2-way and held her face in her hands. Her tears made contact with her palms immediately. "What did I do?" She asked herself.

Safaree walked back into his room and saw her crying on the floor. His heart dropped into his stomach. "Onika… please tell me you didn't go through my messages…"

She looked up at him, rage quickly replacing her sadness.

"How long did you know about this?? And why the fuck didn't you tell me?"

"Onika…" He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, closing his bedroom door behind him. 

"No Faree! Don't even!" She threw his 2-way at him as she rose to her feet. "You're supposed to be my best friend, right?? Fuck you." Nicki slipped on her shoes and coat and headed for his door.

"Whoa! Onika, hold on! I can explain. Jus wait a minute." Safaree blocked her from leaving.

"Fuck ya explanation Safaree! If you couldn't even tell me his ass was cheatin then it ain't shit you can say to me now!"

Nicki shoved him out of the way and yanked his bedroom door open.

Heavy footsteps soon followed behind her. "Wait! I'm coming with you!"

"No! I need to be alone!" She ran to his front door, struggling to unlock all four locks.

"Be mad at me all you want, but I'm not letting you walk home by yourself Onika! It's 1:34 in the mornin! Anything could happen to you!!" He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" She jerked away.

"Jus let me talk to you. I apologize. I know… I should've told you. I jus didn't know how…"

Nicki had her back to him, her hand on the bronze doorknob. She slowly pulled the door open and looked back at him before stepping into the vestibule. She then opened his screen door and walked out, closing it behind her.

It's really dark out here… There's only one working street light and it's way down the sidewalk on the corner. I fold my arms into my body trying to stay warm. Looking both ways, I head down his steps, taking a left and walking a couple paces, I stop at an alley way. It's faster to get to my house through this alley and all I wanna do is get home so why not? I mean, I can see a light at the end and there's nobody in it.... I look around me one last time before I head into it....

Safaree

What the fuck…… I have no idea why I didn't tell her. I should have told her. I hope she's not too upset. Aw man… this is fucked up. It doesn't matter how mad she is right now, I hafta go after her. I can't let her walk home alone. I open my front door and hop down my steps. I look both ways, but I don't see her. All I see is one street light at the end of the corner. I hope she didn't walk through that alley. I've told her to stay out of it. Even I don't walk through it, it's not safe. I run to the alley. I can see her walking, but I don't want her to see me. I'll jus watch her from here, peeping around the corner of this building. I can get to her fast if I need to… She's stopping? Who the hell is that she's talking to? I walk into the alley, sticking by the wall and hide behind a dumpster. Peeping around it, I can see Onika better from here… What the hell? Why is she—

"ONIKA?!?!?"

Onika

I can barely see a damn thing. My vision is blurry and I can't stop crying. Why the fuck would Charlie cheat on me? I was good to him… I was so fuckin good to him. What did I do to deserve this? So what I didn't put out. I told him I wasn't ready. He fuckin knew that and he said it wasn't a problem. Liar…… I fuckin hate him. Oh my God, I hate him… He better not fuckin call me. I'm so done with him… Safaree really should have told me. I would've told him if he were in my shoes. *sniffles* I really hope he isn't following me. He's told me about this alley. I don't see what the big— *gasp* Oh my God… Somebody's stumbling towards me… Wait....

"....Robert?"

"Mm… What the fuck do you want?"

"Dad? Are you high?!"

"Naw... Naw... Mm mm!" He stops and wobbles a little.

"Daddy? Why are you still out here?? Let me get you home..." I walk up to him. I can't believe him! He is so fucking high. He can't even stand straight up. We may not get along, but he's my father. I'm not gonna leave him out here like this.

"No! Don't, mm mm, don't *shakes head* don't touch me! I got it, shit!"

"Let me help you!" This is exactly why he should stay off these streets!! I then see a baggie fall out of his coat pocket so I pick it up. There's white stuff in it… I am completely disgusted… He tries to snatch it from me, but I hold it up high. He's keeled over so he can't get it.

"Gimme my shit!"

"No!! This is the problem!! Who'd you get it from this time dad?! Was it Corey?! You know better! You need to stay away from this mess!!"

"Shut up!!! Hand it here!!!"

"NO!!!!" He lunges at me and grabs me, trying to take it. I suddenly hear my name. It sounds like... like Safaree...

"ONIKA?!?!" I feel hands pull me apart from my father. Safaree's face flashes across my eyes. He takes the bag from me.

"What the fuck is this Onika?!"

"It's not mine!!! It's his!! Why are you here?! I told you I needed to be alone!!"

"And I told you I wasn't gonna let you walk alone!!!" Safaree looks at my father. "Robert? Why you out here man?" He sounds disappointed.

"Jus hand me my shit young blood..."

Faree looks at what's in his hand.
"You want this? Naw, I don't think so." 

I snatch the baggie from him.

"Stop playin wit my shit!!!"

"This is between me and my dad! Go home!! I don't need you to fuck up anything else! Jus leave!!!" I push him.

"You know what, fine, be mad. Since you so tough, I'll go..."

I watch him turn to go back up the alley and I pocket the drug. Then I look at my dad.
"Come home with me please? You don't need this." I start crying again, I'm fed up. I walk closer to my dad and I see him pulling something out of his pocket. I can't really tell what it is.

"Dad?" I ask hesitantly. He points it at me. It's a switchblade. My eyes widen. "Daddy? What are you doing?"

"I'm tired of playin games… Hand me my fix, Onika."

"What's the knife for? You... you wouldn't use that on me... Would you? I'm your daughter, it's me. Onika. Remember?" I raise both my hands in surrender. I'm scared. I can tell he's already been shooting up. He's capable of doing anything right now.

"I don't want to, but I will."

"What? No, dad please?! I'm not gonna give you the bag, jus please put the knife down!" I'm breathing heavily now. I can't move. I'm frozen in place and not just because of the cold weather.

"I'm not playin wit' you! Hand it over!"

"NO!!!" Before I know it, I'm screaming and the palm of my hand is on fire. "AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! DADDY?!?!?? Wha- Wha- I d- I-" I squeeze my bleeding hand shut and fall to my knees. It stings like hell. I can't believe he just fucking cut me. HE CUT ME! My father? He... He cut me? I hear a thud so I look up. I see Faree wrestling with my dad on the ground. I thought he left?

"Faree..." I say, but it comes out as a whisper. "Faree?" Can he hear me? "FAREE?!" I yell. He doesn't look at me. He snatches the switchblade from my father and throws it down the alley. My dad punches Safaree in his face. Then I see Faree striking my father in his jaw. Robert puts him in a headlock. Safaree is punching him in the chest. I don't know who I should be more angry at right now. Robert lets go and I see Faree stand up and kick him one time in the ribcage with the head of his Timberland. Then he walks over to me. My father rolls over and crawls toward the switchblade. Not his bleeding daughter, but the got damn switchblade.

"Safaree?" I cry. He kneels down and helps me stand. I bury my face in his chest and he holds me there, letting me cry. After a few seconds he pulls me away and wipes the tears from my face.

"You ok?" I shake my head no and show him my left hand. It's shaking. His eyes grow wide and his nose spreads. I can see the anger dance across his face like wildfire. His lips are pursed and he looks more than upset.

"Fuck him. Come on, I need to get you to the hospital."

"No! Safaree no, I jus wanna go home. I'll clean it. Wrap it up. I can't even feel it anymore..."
He grabs my hand and I scream.

"Yea, we're goin to the hospital..." Safaree pulled me by the wrist, his grip was tight. I struggled to keep up with his pace. He was speeding, almost dragging me behind him like I was some sort of misbehaving child.

"Safaree, you're hurting me."
He looked back and loosened his grip, but continued speeding out of the alley. When we arrived to the ER, it took twenty minutes before I was seen. The nurse cleaned my hand. She said the cut was pretty deep. She called it a gash. The doctor came in and examined me. I had to get stitches, nine of them. They wrapped my hand in gauze and Faree drove me home.

My mother, Jelani and Caiah were asleep so we had to sneak in. I told Safaree I'd be fine, but he insisted on walking me to my room. He had me sit on my bed while he removed my coat, hanging it up for me as I took off my shoes.

"Put on ya pj's, I'll step out." He left, closing the door behind him. I change clothes and crawl into bed, thinking about all that has happened today. My life is fucked up… I sink further into my sheets. I feel tears running down my face again. I'm not surprised. I've been crying so much, it just feels like that's where they belong. I hear a polite knock on the door. I look over, but don't say anything. Safaree knocks again.

"You dressed?"

"Yea..." I tiredly admit. He opens my bedroom door and walks in. I don't tell him to leave. I'm too fed up to care about anything. He shuts the door then sits on the edge of my bed and looks at me. I absent-mindedly stare back at him.

"How's ya hand?" I slowly lift it up and show him. "Can you move it?"

I try to wiggle my fingers, but it hurts. I sniffle and shake my head no. I feel more tears pouring down my face. I bite my lip and Faree reaches over to wipe my tears. I wish he wouldn't do that. It's just so weird.

"I'm gonna go home now. Call me if you need me for anything. I mean it."

He turned my lamp off and left, closing my door behind him. I cuddle up with a nearby pillow and stare at my digital clock, watching the bright red numbers change until my heavy eyelids lose the battle with sleep.

& this is why Robert & SB don't get along… didn't know where to put this post so I withheld it. I now know it could've been a flashback, but I clearly wasn't thinking straight at the time…

Any Questions?

Sooo…… I'm infamously known for leaving things unanswered in this story. :-/ I usually figure you guys forget & don't care since I take forever to update so I don't bother bringing things back up cuz I assume it's just too late, BUT I see nothing gets past some of you ._. Reading over your comments, I see some of you guys are still wondering about stuff that happened in previous chapters. This makes me cringe cuz I don't wanna think abt it, lol. I just wanna move past it, but I don't want to leave you guys in the dark either. With this said, I'm willing to answer all your questions. Some questions will be answered with a post, some questions will just get a straight up reply, & some questions may not be answered yet because I'm not sure what I'm gonna do about the situation. So please, leave your questions about anything I've left unanswered. I'll try to get back to you all as soon as possible. I just wanna move forward with the story, but the fact I left stuff out was bothering me so I had to address it. & if you feel like it's not an issue anymore, pleeeeaase let me know cuz that saves me from a lot of explaining. Don't be afraid to ask. No questions are stupid questions, lol. Please, please ask away. I jus wanna know what's on your minds. :)

Chap. 22: Sweet

So 1st shout out to @ItsJamielaHOE, @Jamrock_Barbie, @KiannaOVO, and the homie @BriLovesNM. I wouldn't be posting tonight if it wasn't for them. Plz follow them! Thank you ladies! ^_^ Now, this CHAPTER is looooong overdue, I know. Not much more to say so plz enjoy.
Chapter 22:
One month. Twenty four days. And fourteen hours. That's how long it's been since Drake and Nicki have last seen each other. After the night he decided to stay in LA with her, that next morning she received a very important phone call from a very important woman. Britney Spears. Of course it was about her opening on the Femme Fatale tour, which Nicki excitedly accepted Ms. Spears' offer. After many meetings via conference call, everything was all set. Nicki would be rehearsing day after day until the tour was set to begin. With that, Drake started to see less of her. He was more than proud that she was blessed with the opportunity to tour with Britney, but he still missed his girl. Before long, he decided to fly back to Toronto, where he finished the few shows that he had left. His managers weren't so happy about the shows that he missed, but being angry with him wouldn't change anything. Being the man that he is, Drake apologized and took full responsibility for having been absent. No one ever found out Nicki was his reason for not attending those shows. He just wanted to protect her and make sure she was okay. When he felt that she'd be fine without him, he then went back to Toronto, finished the mini tour and scouted a fresh batch of producers to began working on the rest of his sophomore album, Take Care. With both Nicki and Drake busy and running on hectic schedules, the couple didn't speak like they normally would, but they made it work the best way they knew how. Tonight was Nicki's last show and it was in the most fitting city, Toronto. She'd called Drake the night before to see if he was free and he was. Nicki then invited him to the show to see her perform. She was beyond ecstatic to finally see him after such a long time away from him. It was almost showtime and Nicki was in her dressing room sitting in her styling chair, Terrence fixing her hair.
"Is he here yet?" Nicki asked, looking at Terrence through the mirror before her.
"Chile…… he wasn't here since the last fifteen seconds you asked me." He half smiled, shaking his head at how eager she was.
Nicki grinned. "I knooow! But I'm jus… I don't know! Ahh! I'm so happy, T. I haven't seen my baby in forever and he's gonna be here tonight!"
Terrence chuckled. "I know, Nic. You haven't stopped talkin about the poor boy since I got here."
"Well zuhh Terrence! You're the only one I can talk to about him. Nobody else knows, boo boo." Nicki playfully rolled her eyes.
"Hahaha, cute. But now I know so much about him, I feel like I'm dating the guy."
Nicki sucked her teeth. "I haven't told you thaaat much about him. You're exaggerating."
"Oh, am I?"
"You are."
"Mmm…… well thanks to you I know his birthday is in two days, I know his favorite song, he prefers tuna over chicken salad, I know what side of the bed he sleeps on, his favorite wine, he likes it when you—"
"Hey…" Nicki interjected dryly. "I get it… So maybe I do get a liddle carried away, but that's my boo. I can't help it." She smiled.
"It's nice seeing you like this. I'm glad he makes you this happy."
Nicki blushed, showing her dimples. "Thank you, T."
Just as Terrence was finishing up, there was a knock at the door.
"You think that's him?" She asked.
"Could be." Terrence began walking towards the door, comb in hand. "Who is it?"
There was a clearing of the throat before the entity on the opposite side of the door spoke up. "It's me, Drake."
Nicki squealed as she sat in her chair. "Let'm in!!" She squeaked.
Terrence opened the door and in walked the man Nicki had been waiting for. He greeted Terrence before glancing over at Nic with a warm smile. "Hey beautiful. Long time no see."
"Aubrey!!" Nicki hopped out of the chair, running over to him. He held out his arms as she jumped into them, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I've missed you." She admitted, pecking at his lips. Nicki then slipped her tongue into his mouth before giving him a chance to respond.
"Yea…… K. I'm gone." Terrence said, walking over to his bag. He awkwardly packed his things away as the couple continued to kiss, unaware that he was still in the room. "Um… call me if you need me. You know my number." He said, heading for the exit, trying not to look at them.
When the door clicked shut, they both pulled away. "I missed you too, Nic." Drake licked his lips.
Nicki giggled. "I'm so glad you could make it. It really means a lot to me."
"I'm glad you invited me. Now that means a lot to me." He smiled, as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, letting herself down carefully. "I have something for you."
"What is it?" She asked.
"Well I couldn't really bring it in cuz it would've been too obvious. But walk with me to my car after the show and I got you."
"Ooo, sounds big."
Drake smiled.
"I have a little something for you too."
"What's that?"
"Perform with me and you'll find out."
"Perform? I haven't even rehearsed at all."
"Don't need to. Just remember your verse on "Moment 4 Life" and we're both good. The stage hands will cue you to come on and when we're done, I'll lead you off myself. Cool?"
"If I didn't love you so much I'd swear you were insane for askin on such short notice."
"But because you love me??" She batted her eyelashes.
"Because I love you, I'll do it."
Nicki grinned. "Thank you, babe."
"Mhm. Now… what's this something you have for me?"
"You'll see. When the stage manager calls you back out the second time, just listen. You'll love it. I guarantee." She winked at him.
"And what makes you so sure?" He asked, getting in her face as he gripped her waist, pulling her closer. 
"Experience." She whispered softly against his lips before kissing him. She pulled back biting the edge of her bottom lip. "We uhh… we have some time left before they call for me." She uttered, looking at the pendant on his necklace as she fiddled with it. "Now would be the perfect time to… practice?" She looked up at him.
Drake squinted at her. "You're still talkin about the song, right?"
"Hahaha! Um… okay." She shrugged. "We'll do that instead. I'll start, just follow my lead."
Drake shook his head with a smirk. "You are such a—"
Nicki quickly placed her index finger on his lips. "Don't. Even."
He softly wrapped his hand around hers, slowly pulling her finger away. "You didn't let me finish," He smiled. "I was only saying that you're such an unpredictable woman."
Nicki sucked her teeth. "Nice save." She giggled.
Drake grinned, never taking his eyes off of her. He placed his palm on her cheek, running his thumb over her dimple once.
Nicki then laid her palm upon his wrist, smoothing the back of his hand with her thumb. "What?" She innocently asked with a smile.
He admired her only a few seconds more before shaking his head. "Nothin… you're jus… so beautiful… but you know that." He smiled.
"It still feels good to hear. Especially from you." Nicki pulled his hand away from her face, kissing his knuckles before bringing it to rest.
"Damn, I love you." Drake admitted.
"I love you too, babe." She smiled. "We should probably get started on that run through now."
"Oh yea. Right."
A few bars in, Nicki had already captivated Drake's attention. He was following along intently as she rapped "Moment 4 Life" A Capella, not skipping a beat. When it was his turn, he jumped right in. The couple ran through this a few more times before adding in the track. After awhile, Nicki was needed onstage. Drake walked with her backstage until the stage hands ran up to her, pulling her away to fit her with mic and earpiece. Once the show began, everything seemed to happen so fast. Drake watched from behind the scenes as his girl graced the stage, her fantasy-like ideas coming to life before the enormous crowd. Before he knew it, Drake had been ambushed by the stage hands. They geared him up with a mic and an earpiece. He waited for Nicki's cue word before he stepped onto the stage. The duo's performance was flawless. They harmonized without a hitch, chemistry the obvious factor. When Nicki started singing Super Bass, Drake was watching her from backstage as before. The stage manager then approached him.
"Hey? Drake, after the second verse when she's down stage right, after she goes, "Can't you hear dat? Boom badoom boom, boom badoom boom…" That's your cue. I want you to go on directly after that line. That chair right in the middle is yours." The stage manager pointed it out.
Drake nodded. "Got it."
"Cool." She gave him two thumbs up before turning to walk away.
"Hey, wait!" He called, the manager spun around. "Mind tellin me what this is about?"
"Can't." She smiled and sped off.
"Right…" He said to himself. He watched Nic until his cue came up. The crowd erupted into loud cheering, signaling Nicki to turn around as he walked toward her.

"Wow… I wasn't expecting that." Drake smiled, walking with Nicki back to her dressing room.
She grinned at him. "What? The hug or the dance?" She asked, taking a sip of her Dasani.
"Both!" He answered in excitement, making Nicki giggle. "When you wrapped ya legs around me out there, I swear that crowd was about to get another show of a different nature."
Nicki burst into laughter. "Drake, shut UP!" She managed to say.
He grinned, laughing along with her. "I'm dead serious. And the dance… got damn… I'll tell you more when we get in here." He said as they approached her dressing room.
Nicki placed her hand on the knob, but before turning it, she turned to him. "I want you to wait out here."
"What? Why?" He asked with a furrow in his brow.
"Because. I need to change."
Drake looked at her awaiting a better reason. "And?"
"I already gave you a lapdance. I don't need anyone thinking I gave you more than that."
Two men on stage crew walked by, one patting Drake on the shoulder. "Good job, man. Lucky you."
Drake nodded at them as they continued to walk. "Thanks." He looked back at Nicki.
"Mhm. Yea, just wait out here."
"Alright. It's whatever you say."
Nicki smiled. "Thank you. I won't be long." She slipped into her dressing room closing the door behind her.
Drake found a comfy seat to slouch in nearby and pulled out his phone. He played a few games while he waited. He knew Nicki would take longer than she thought. A few minutes into Temple Run, Drake received a message that made him sit up and check his surroundings. It was a picture from Nicki with a caption that read, "You're not missing anything. ;)" She was clad only in a red thong, her lip bitten, and forearm covering her nipples as her extended arm snapped the photo. A little to the left behind her was a mirror lined with light bulbs so he also received a rear view.
Drake licked his lips, the corner of his mouth turning up, creating a half smile. "Damn, baby. Is all that for me?" He replied.
Nicki: Lol, could be. How bad you want it?
Drizzy: I'm too proud to beg.
Nicki: Oh?
Drizzy: No.
Nicki: Lol, goodbye Aubrey.
Minutes later, Nicki opened her dressing room door and looked across the hall at him. "You ready?" She asked, smiling. She wore sweats and a pair of sneakers.
Drake looked up from his cell. "Yea." He stood up as she closed the door behind her.
The two walked out to the backlot where all the tour buses, vans, and trucks were parked. When they reached Drake's Aston, a group of dancers in the distance walked by waving at Nic. "Great show tonight Nicki!!" One yelled.
Nicki waved back. "Thanks, sweetie!!" She smiled.
Drake unlocked the car doors and pulled the left one in the back open. Nicki watched as he reached in. Her eyes lit up when he pulled out a gigantic pink teddy bear.
"This is for you." He smiled, handing it to her.
"Oh my God, Aubrey! It's so cuuute!!" Nicki took the bear into her arms. "Awww!! Thank you, baby!"
"You're welcome." He laughed. The bear was almost bigger than her. He hadn't expected it to be so large compared to her. "That's not all though." He reached into the backseat again, this time pulling out lots of pink, helium-inflated balloons. A few were heart-shaped with the words "I love you" printed on them. "I thought I'd jus keep it simple."
Nicki gasped at the sight of all the balloons floating in the air. She placed her hand over her mouth in awe then looked back at Drake.
"Wait. Before you say thanks, there's more." He reached into his backseat yet again, pulling out a lush bouquet of red roses.
Speechless, Nicki reached for them, Drake helping her cradle them in her free arm. He then tied the balloons around the teddy's wrist.
"Baby?" She began. "These are beautiful. The bear, the balloons, the everything. I love it all. Thank you so much." Nicki looked around her to see if anyone was approaching. The coast was clear. She raised to her tiptoes and gave Drake a quick peck on the lips before anyone could show up.
"Are we stealing kisses now?" He chuckled, making Nicki blush. Drake then took her by the elbow and lightly pulled her between his car and the tour bus he parked next to. Once they were out of sight, Nicki rose to her tiptoes yet again. She pressed her soft lips against his, this time adding tongue. Drake accepted and returned her friendly gesture. He then raised both his hands to hold either side of her face and kissed her harder. Nicki furrowed her brow as their tongues passionately danced the ballet. She felt an intense sense of urgency overcome her. Thus resulting with a moan escaping her lips. Nicki quickly pulled back like she'd done something wrong. She shyly looked toward the ground with a smile.
"That's a first…" Drake chuckled.
"Well don't laugh. It's been awhile." Nicki pressed her lips together and looked up at him.
"Almost three months now, but I'm not counting." Drake said, scratching the back of his head.
There was a strange moment of silence before Nicki spoke up. "Well I should probably go get on the bus now." Nicki motioned to turn around, but Drake stopped her.
"Wait. I have something else for you."
"What is it?" She asked, a grin gracing her face.
Drake reached in the backseat a final time, pulling out a heart-shaped box of chocolates. "Alright, this is the last thing in here." He smiled.
"Aubrey?" She poked her bottom lip out making a sad, pouty face.
He looked between her and the chocolates. "Is there something wrong with these?"
"I… I can't eat those." She answered harmlessly.
"Diet?" He asked knowingly.
Nicki nodded her head. "Yea…"
"Nic…"
"Drake, please. Don't start. I really appreciate everything, I do, but I'm—"
"Just one." He interrupted. "For me?"
Nicki twisted her lips, looking between him & the red box. "Well…" She sighed. "I guess one wouldn't hurt."
Drake smiled, opening the top. He held them out to her for her to see. With hands full, Nicki used her eyes to select the one she wanted.
"Hmm…… I waaant…… that one!"
Drake pointed to a chocolate with a white cream drizzled over the top. "This one?"
"No, the one next to it."
Drake moved his finger accordingly. "This one?"
"Yup!"
He lifted the chocolate from its molding and held it up to her lips. Nicki opened her mouth slightly, taking part of the chocolate in with the tip of her tongue. She bit down on it, releasing the carmel filling inside. It began to trickle down her chin.
"Aubrey, geddit!" She lifted her chin a little.
Drake looked around him, trying to think. In his left hand he held the box of chocolates, in his right, the other half of the sticky treat. He looked back at Nicki. "With what?"
"I don't know." She giggled. "Hurry up."
Drake leaned in toward her. He kissed the carmel from the bottom of her chin, using his tongue, then worked his way up.
Nicki stood there giggling with her eyes shut. "That tickles!"
When Drake reached her lips, he kissed them, sucking on her bottom lip until she was carmel free. He then pulled away and looked at her. "You know… you could've just took it in one bite."
Nicki smiled. "I know… But where's the fun in that?" She winked at him and took a few, slow steps backwards. "I should go. The bus driver's not gonna wait for me forever." She turned to leave.
"Wait, why don't you jus stay with me? I hope you didn't expect to come to Toronto and not stay with me." He stated, finishing the other half of her carmel candy.
Nicki turned to him. "But all my stuff's at the hotel."
"Isn't Terrence staying at the same hotel as you? You could ask him to bring you your things?"
"He is, but I don't wanna ask for too much."
"He probably won't mind, Nic. Just ask."
"Hm, maybe you're right. I'll see."
"Great." Drake motioned to open his car door.
"I'll be right back. I'm jus gonna go tell the driver I'm riding with someone else."
"Alright." Drake closed the chocolates and set them upon the roof of his car. "I'll just hold onto all this for you." He reached for her roses and her bear, placing them in the back seat.
"Thanks, babe." Nicki said, jogging away.
"No problem." Drake said to himself, stuffing the balloons into the backseat.
Once Nicki reached the bus she pulled on the door handle. It was unlocked to her surprise. She briefly climbed the steps to find the driver feeding his face.
"Hey Gus?" She called.
The man looked at her, wrapping his half eaten hamburger back up. "Oh hey there pretty lady!" He bellowed in his southern twang. "Hop on up 'ere. We'as waitin for ya." He pulled his truckers cap on and reached for the key in the ignition.
"Oh no, I found another ride. You guys go ahead."
"Another ride? What? You too good for Gus?" He laughed.
Nicki giggled. "Of course not."
"Oh I know. I'm jus messin. You go 'head. Be safe out there ya hear?"
"Got it." She smiled. "Have a goodnight, Gus." Nicki looked toward the back of the tour bus. "Goodnight ladies!"
A chorus of goodnight's echoed from her dancers. Nicki smiled then stepped off of the bus and headed back to Drake. He was standing with his back up against his car helping himself to Nicki's chocolates.
"Heeey?" She let out as she approached him.
Drake looked over at her, hurriedly placing the lid back on. He licked his fingers and finished chewing.
"Give it up. I already caught you."
He chuckled. "I uhh…"
"Mmhm… Did you save me any?"
"Plenty." He opened the lid back up to show her.
Nicki smiled and took another chocolate. "Thanks."
"About that diet…"
"What about it?" She asked, popping the treat into her mouth.
Drake shook his head with a half smile. "Nothin. Nothin at all."
Nicki took another one of the candies and headed to the opposite side of his car. "These are really good." She opened the passenger door and got in.
Once Drake was in his seat, he buckled his seat belt and started the car. Nicki took the box of chocolates from his lap and munched away.
"So," She began. "Where we goin?"
Drake backed out of the parking space and made his way onto the main road. "I thought we'd go see my mom."
Nicki looked at him. "Sandi?? Oh my God! I haven't seen her in forever. How is she?"
"She's great. Couldn't ask for better." He smiled. "She knows you're here by the way."
"Really? Did she ask about me?"
"Did she??" Drake laughed. "I couldn't get her to stop."
"Awww! Well I can't wait to see her. Your mom's amazing." Nicki admitted, eating another chocolate. "Hey… does she know about us?"
"Yea… I uhh… I told her awhile back actually."
"Drake?"
"What? It's just my mom. Relax."
"I know, it's not that. It's jus… you could've waited for me. We could've told her together."
"I'm sorry, babe. I couldn't hold it in."
"Yea… I'm not mad."
Drake glanced over at her as she removed another chocolate from its molding. "Can I have one?"
"No." She popped it into her mouth like he'd never asked.
"No?" He dryly chuckled.
"That's what I said."
"You must not know Aubrey Graham."
"Oh?"
"Mhm… cuz see, I'll jus slide my fingers right into that lil box of yours and I'll take it."
"This box? Or…… my box?" Nicki asked, looking at him as he stared out onto the dark road.
Drake licked his lips and glanced over at her. "I gotta watch what I say around you, huh?" He grinned.
Nicki giggled, picking up another confection. "I'm jus playin, babe. But I'm sayin… I wouldn't be mad. Shiiid, I'd throw it at you if you really wanted it." She held the candy out to him. "Here."
Drake looked at her as he leaned in to take the treat between his teeth. Nicki watched him as his lips covered the chocolate, her thumb, and index. She adjusted in her seat feeling his warm, wet tongue steal the candy from between her two fingers. Drake slowly sucked the melted chocolate from her digits as she watched him. He then slowly pulled back. "Thank you."
"Yea…" was all Nicki could say.
Drake smiled and looked back out at the road.
Nicki slowly readjusted herself in her seat and closed the box of chocolates…
To Be Continued! Please comment.

One Shot: Good Joke Gone Wrong

Hey guys! Forever since I been here right? Yea, yea I know. Well I won't hold you up. The writing explains itself, read on! :p

One month. Twenty four days. And fourteen hours. That's how long it's been since Drake and Nicki have last seen each other. After the night he decided to stay in LA with her, that next morning she received a very important phone call from a very important woman. Britney Spears. Of course it was about her opening on the Femme Fatale tour, which Nicki excitedly accepted Ms. Spears' offer. After many meetings via conference call, everything was all set. Nicki would be rehearsing day after day until the tour was set to begin. With that, Drake started to see less of her. He was more than proud that she was blessed with the opportunity to tour with Britney, but he still missed his girl. Before long, he decided to fly back to Toronto, where he finished the few shows that he had left. His managers weren't so happy about the shows that he missed, but being angry with him wouldn't change anything. Being the man that he is, Drake apologized and took full responsibility for having been absent. No one ever found out Nicki was his reason for not attending those shows. He just wanted to protect her and make sure she was okay. When he felt that she'd be fine without him, he then went back to Toronto, finished the mini tour and scouted a fresh batch of producers to began working on the rest of his sophomore album, Take Care. With both Nicki and Drake busy and running on hectic schedules, the couple didn't speak like they normally would, but they made it work the best way they knew how. Tonight was Nicki's last show and it was in the most fitting city, Toronto. She'd called Drake the night before to see if he was free and he was. Nicki then invited him to the show to see her perform. She was beyond ecstatic to finally see him after such a long time away from him. It was almost showtime and Nicki was in her dressing room sitting in her styling chair, Terrence fixing her hair.

"Is he here yet?" Nicki asked, looking at Terrence through the mirror before her.

"Chile…… he wasn't here since the last fifteen seconds you asked me." He half smiled, shaking his head at how eager she was.

Nicki grinned. She found it hilarious that you guys actually thought I was posting a full chapter. Lmao! April Foooooolsss!!! :D Love you guyses!! ^_^

Btw, this is actually the beginning to my next chapter just in case you wondered if I was still writing. I am.

Chap. 21: Ollie, Ollie Oxen Free [Part 2/2]

Hiya guyz! ^_^ Since this is part dos, it picks up exactly where part one left off. Sorry4thewait & S/O 2 all of you for being the bestest audience ever! Plz excuse all mistakes & errors! Love you, muuuaah!!

Chapter: 21 [2/2]

"Ain't this bout a bitch." Nicki mumbled to herself. "Every fuckin time... every time..." She said, tossing her hands up in defeat. Nicki angrily walked to the bathroom to hang up Drake's towel while he was on his way to the front door.

"Who is it?!" He asked, approaching the door, but getting no answer. He looked through the peep hole, but saw no one. Drake opened the door and stepped out, looking both ways, but seeing nothing. He looked over the banister and saw a man heading down the steps and out of the building. He shrugged and turned to head back inside. On the door was a yellow notice. He pulled the paper off and read it carefully. "Shit…" Drake huffed, closing the door behind him.

"So who's the asshole?" Nicki asked, walking toward him.

"Nobody now." He held up the notice.

"What's that?" She asked, taking it out of his hand.

"A rain check. Verizon jus stopped by and we missed them. Somebody has to reschedule."

Nicki sucked her teeth. "Damn it. I really wanted to get this out of the way today."

"Maybe if you weren't so busy tryna get me into your pants, you'd be getting cable right now."

Nicki rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She stuck the paper to the front of Drake's shirt and headed back to her room. He shook his head with a half smile and peeled it off. He then walked into the kitchen and posted it on the fridge.

"Aubreeeey!"

He heard Nicki lazily calling him. Drake walked out of the kitchen, locked the front door and went to her room to see what she wanted.

"Yes, baby?"

Nicki was sprawled out on her bed, flat on her stomach. She rolled onto her back when Drake walked in. "Aubrey? I'm bored."

"Bored? Why?" He walked over and sat on the bed next to her.

"Cuz... besides you, there's nothing to do. And since you won't play with me, I'm bored."

Drake chuckled to himself. "Well Nicki, besides me, what is it that you wanna do?"

"Go out. I jus wanna go out. I haven't worked in God knows how many days and it's really killing me. It's so unlike me to jus sit around. I need something to do, Aubrey. Take me somewhere. Anywhere. Jus get me out of this apartment."

Drake silently sat there for a moment, staring down at her. "Put your shoes on."

"Where we goin?"

"Jus put ya shoes on." He stood up. "You'll see when we get there."

"Wait, I needa change my clothes."

"No you don't, you look amazing jus the way you are. Where are your sandals?"

"Look under the bed." Nicki stood up and helped him look.

"Here's one." Drake said, handing it to her. "And here's the other." He stood up, handing her the other sandal. "Where are your car keys?"

"To what?"

"The Bentley."

"Look on the kitchen counter. They should be there." She said, sliding on her shoes. Nicki grabbed her purse and followed Drake into the kitchen. "Are you making me drive to?"

"Nope. I'm driving. Your car." He unlocked the front door and pulled it open. "Come on." He held the door open for Nicki to walk out.

"Still not gonna tell me where we're goin?"

"Nope." Drake locked the door and headed down the flight of stairs with Nicki not far behind him.

"Oh crap. Aubrey wait." She pulled her cellphone out of her purse, stopping in her tracks.

"What'd you forget?" He stopped too.

"I gotta tell Faree we won't be here when he shows up. Hold on." She put the phone to her ear, listening to it ring. "Hel- hello? Yea Faree?… Yea, Drake and I are going out for a couple hours so we won't be here when you get here. We locked up so use your key to get in………… yea, between one and one thirty………… mhmm………… Oh! Verizon came, but we missed them so could you reschedule? yea?………… uh huh………… okay, bye." Nicki hung up her phone and put it back in her purse.

"You ready?" Drake asked.

"Yup!"

Drake and Nicki both headed down all the flights of steps and out toward the parking garage. He unlocked the doors to the car and helped her in the passenger seat first. Drake then got in on the drivers side and started the engine. He pulled out of the garage, taking a left onto the main road. About thirty minutes later, they pulled up to The Grove. Drake parked the Bentley and helped Nicki out of the car.

"We're here." Drake linked his fingers with hers and they both headed into the shopping resort.

"Drake? There're lots of people here." Nicki said, observing their surroundings.

"Sure are… no paparazzi though so let's shop while we can." Drake slid on his sunglasses and continued to walk hand in hand with Nic. She too slid hers on as if they'd help keep the couple incognito.

When Drake spotted his desired store, he held the door open for Nicki to walk in first. Surprisingly, there weren't many people inside.

"Hi, welcome to Michael Kors. My name is Joseph and I'll be your helping hand today." The man smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh, thanks Joseph, but we're jus browsing." Drake replied.

"Well okay, I'll be behind the counter if you need anything." Joseph clasped his hands together and smiled. He then went back behind the cash register and pulled out a Versace catalogue.

"Okay Nic, do ya thing."

Nicki looked back at him with the brightest smile on her face. "Seriously???"

"Yup. Go crazy, get any and everything you want."

Nicki squealed and threw her arms around his neck."Awww, thank you baby. You're the best!" She stood on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips.

"Mmmmm." Hummed Joseph, looking on from behind his catalogue. "You go Ms. Nicki!" He snapped his fingers and flipped the page.

Drake and Nicki both turned their heads to face him. "You know who I am?"

"Of course I do honey. Your tattoo gave it away."

Nicki looked down at her arm. "Oh, haha, yeeaa, that thing." She took her arms from around Drake's neck.

"Now don't freak, this is LA, I see celebrities all day. I'm not the spazzing type, but I must say I love your work. Superbass is my shit." He went on to hum a few bars. "Oh, and I know you're Drake." He pointed. "Can't miss those ears anywhere. No offence sweetie." Joseph turned another page. "It's none of my business, buuut are you guys like dating?" He stared at them both.

Drake looked at Nicki and she looked at him. After a few seconds of silence, Drake spoke up. "I don't mean to be rude, but you're right, it's none of your business." Drake shrugged and motioned for Nic to walk forward.

Once they got to the women's department, Nicki spoke up. "That was close."

"Yea, it was."

"So what, is that the motto when we're out in public now?" She mocked him. "I'ont mean to be rude, but it's none of your business."

Drake chuckled. "Either that or the classic, "we're jus friends"."

"I like the classic one." Nicki said, looking through a clothing rack full of shirts."I mean, we wouldn't be lying necessarily cuz we are friends. Jus listen to the words: girlFRIEND, boyFRIEND. It's still true." She held a shirt up to her chest. "You like this one?"

"No, but I don't hafta wear it."

Nicki rolled her eyes and hung it back up. She searched the rack for the same style shirt, but different color.

"Oh, and you're right about the girlfriend boyfriend thing. But I think it's best if we don't tell people anything. They don't hafta know. It's none of their business."

"Say what? Oh no, not Aubrey!" She gasped sarcastically. "Not Mr. ProclaimHisLoveForMeToTheUniverse! This can't be!"

"Ha. Ha. I'm serious though Nic. The world may know I love you, yes. But they don't need to know I have you. I'm honest about a lot of shit, but there are somethings I like to keep secret."

"Well I respect your decision Aubrey, but think about it. Saying, "it's none of your business" gives the media a reason to think otherwise. Telling them we're jus friends gets them nowhere. People say they're jus friends all the time."

"Ok, I see your point. If it makes you feel any better, we'll tell'm we're jus friends."

"It's not that it makes me feel better, it jus makes more sense." Nicki held up another shirt. "You like this?"

"I do actually. You should try it on."

"I will, jus lemme get a few more things first."

After about an hour or so, Nicki had Drake carrying five dresses, three shirts, four pairs of shoes and two bathing suits. All of which she had yet to try on. The two were on there way to look at jewelry.

"Nicki wait." She turned around. "I really think you should try this stuff on. Like now."

"You sure do whine a lot Aubrey."

"I'm not whining, I'm suggesting. I mean, I am the one carryin all this shit."

"Fine." She sighed. "Did you see the dressing rooms?"

"Yea, back that way."

When they got to the fitting rooms, Nicki helped Drake hang up her clothes on the hooks. He placed her shoe boxes on the bench and stepped out. Nicki gave him a mini fashion show with each outfit she tried on. After all was done, she ended up keeping only three of the five dresses, one out of the three shirts, two pairs of shoes, and only one bathing suit. Drake went to go pay for everything while Nicki checked out the jewelry. He asked Joseph to keep the bags behind the counter until they were ready to leave. Drake then walked to meet Nicki, who was trying on a pair of silver earrings.

"Those look beautiful on you." He leaned on the glass counter next to her as she looked into a small mirror.

"Thanks." She smiled at him.

Drake smiled back and then looked down into the glass casing he was leaning on top of. He saw a few watches that caught his eye. Nicki glanced over at him admiring the fine pieces of jewelry. She took the earrings off and tried on another pair.

"Excuse me?" She asked the elderly man behind the counter.

"Yes ma'am?"

"I want both of these pair of earrings." She took off the second pair and placed them in his hand.

"Okay. One moment."

The man put them in two separate boxes and then into a small bag. Drake handed the man his credit card and he swiped it. "Here you go." The gentleman gave Drake back his card. "Anything else?" The man asked. Drake looked at Nicki.

"Uhh, well I was looking at those rings and bracelets and stuff over there." She pointed.

The man guided them around to the other side of the glass casing. Nicki picked two necklaces and three bracelets. She then looked over the rings.

"Hey Drake?" She placed a silver ring on her ring finger. "You think this goes with that dress I picked out?"

"Uhh, yea. I think so." He picked up another ring with gemstones encrusted along the top. "But I think this one goes better." He reached for her other hand and slid the ring on her finger.

"Hm. I like it." Nicki held her hand out and wiggled her fingers.

"It's not too tight is it?" Drake asked.

"Nope."

"Ok, so you're like a size eight. Cool."

Drake pulled his credit card back out and handed it to the man. Nicki got four rings total. When they finished with the jewelry department, it was time to head out. Nicki told Drake she had to relieve herself so she'd meet him at the front desk. When he walked out of sight, Nicki walked around the glass casing again.

"Excuse me? Sir?" She called.

The man showed himself. "Yes?"

"Hi, I didn't get your name."

"Jefferson."

"Cute name Jefferson." She smiled. "Uh, a friend and I were over here not long ago and if you noticed, he was looking at a few watches. Can you show me the collection?"

"Certainly." He grinned with a nod of the head. Jefferson then pointed out the newest pieces they had just gotten in stock. Nicki saw Drake eying a gold, diamond-encrusted watch so she asked to see that one. She then picked out a white one with the same style.

"I'll take these two, Jefferson." Nicki searched her purse for her wallet. When she found it, she took out her credit card and paid for the watches. "Oh! And I'll take one of those MK wallets too. The black one."

Jefferson dropped the wallet in the bag and charged her card again. "He's a lucky man." He winked, handing Nicki the bag and her credit card. 

"We're jus friends." Nicki put the bag in her purse and zipped it up.

"Sure." The old man pulled out his handkerchief from the front of his vest and removed his spectacle. He cleaned it while Nicki quickly walked away. She passed the men's department, spotting a display of Fall sweaters. It was still Summer, but it was also August, autumn was just around the corner. Nicki walked over to the displays and picked out two sweaters she thought were really cute. She knew there was no way she could hide them from Drake, but she was okay with that. Nicki walked to the front desk, placing the sweaters on the counter. Drake looked up from his phone.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Sweaters for you." She smiled and pulled out her credit card, handing it to Joseph.

"Me?" He smiled.

"Yup. I think you'd look real nice in these."

"Oh, well thank you."

"You're welcome."

Joseph bagged the sweaters and handed them to Nicki along with her receipt and credit card. He then reached under the counter and gave Drake the bags he'd asked him to hold.

"Come back soon!" Joseph waved after them.

"Where do you wanna go now?" Drake asked as they walked to the car.

"Oh, no Aubrey. I'm fine. Really, thank you so much, baby. This was really sweet of you."

"Nic? Come on bae, don't turn me away now. We jus got started. I wanna take you somewhere else."

"But Drake, I—"

"Nope, no buts. It's only like 2 o'clock. We got time to kill til later."

"Later?"

"Yup. It's a surprise so I can't tell you."

Nicki smiled, showing her dimples. "Well, I can't wait til later then."

The two reached the car and put all the bags in the trunk.

"Hey, since you insist on being my sugar daddy today, think we could hit up Victoria's Secret? We passed one on the way out."

"No problem." Drake shut the trunk and the two made their way to VS.

Nicki headed over to the bra's first, Drake following behind. He watched as she picked over many different colors and styles. He grew bored spectating so he helped her.

"You like this one?" Drake held up a shiny pink one.

Nicki looked over at him. "Oh, that's cute. What size is it? It has to be a—"

"32D. Yea, I know." He smirked.

Nicki smiled and took the bra from him. "Thank you, sir."

They picked out a few more bra's and headed over to the panty table. Drake was very helpful in that area. He picked out more thongs than anything. Whenever Nic reached for boy shorts, he'd shake his head in disproval and hold up a pair of thongs. She shooed him away a few times, but he just laughed it off and held his ground.

"Hey Nic, what about these?" Drake held up a leopard printed pair of thongs.

"Those are nice, but look at these." She held up a lime green pair of boy shorts.

Drake frowned. "Ew, those are ugly." He took them from her and gave her the leopard thongs.

Nicki giggled. "Aubrey would you stop that. I'm not getting these."

"But they'd look so good on you."

"No. Hand me the other ones back." She held out her hand.

"No. I don't think I will."

"Drake?"

"Nicki?"

"Ugh! Fine." She rolled her eyes. "I'll get the cyat damn thongs. Are you happy?"

"Not yet. I still hafta see you in them first." Drake winked at her and made his way to check out.

Nicki met him there with a few shirts in hand. "Here ya go." She handed him everything and he sat them on the counter.

An old lady with thick lenses by the name of Margaret worked the register. She was slow moving, but very sweet and polite. "Would this be all?" She asked them.

"Yes ma'am." Drake answered. He held out his credit card for her to take, but she was still ringing up the items so he just waited.

"You know, our lotions are buy one get one 50% off. You might wanna check those out."

"No thank you. I'm fine." Nicki smiled.

"Well okay, if you change your mind, the sale lasts til Sunday."

"Thank you ma'am. I'll remember that." Nicki watched her ring up the bra's one at a time. After ten minutes, the woman finished. Nicki took all the bags and waited for Drake to get the receipt.

"Bye Margaret, thank you." Nicki said as they left.

"Is that it?" Drake asked as they walked to the car.

"Yea, I'm done. I'm all shopped out."

"Alright then. Home it is." 

They put the bags in the trunk then got into the car.

"Thank you Aubrey. I really mean it." Nicki leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "I had so much fun with you today."

He smiled. "Glad you did." He removed his sunglasses. "But you say that like the day's over. We ain't done yet." Drake strapped on his seat belt and pulled off.

They arrived at Nicki's apartment around 4:30. Drake parked her Bentley in the garage and they both caught the elevator up. When they reached her floor, all shopping bags in hand, they heard loud cheering coming from her apartment. They both looked at each other and quickened their paces. Nicki opened the door to find Safaree and the Vaks in her living room. All her furniture had been delivered and put in place. Drake shut the door behind her and followed her into the living room.

"Ayo?! Did you see that shit?! Shorty straight juked her ass!" Yelled an overly excited Vincent.

"Hey guys. What's this?" Nicki asked, looking at them all stare at her television.

Safaree looked at Nicki first. "Oh, hey Nic. Ain't think you'd be back so soon. What's in the bag?" SB sat the bowl of popcorn he'd been eating from down on the coffee table.

"Jus stuff. I see the cable's hooked up." Nicki looked at the tv for awhile trying to figure out what it was the guys were watching. She saw scantily clad women running back and forth on a muddy football field. "The hell is this Safaree?"

"Uhhh, football?"

"Lingerie football." Drake added with a smile.

Nicki looked back at him with a squint. "You watch this Aubrey?"

All heads turned in his direction. Rex muted the television.

"Uhh, well… I mean… I've seen a few episodes maybe." He shrugged.

"Riiight." Nicki slowly nodded her head. "I'll be in my room."

Nicki walked off leaving him standing there. He sat the bags down and went to greet SB and the Vaks.

"We sure do see you often, man." Vincent said. "Sup wit dat? You and Nic—"

"WE'RE JUST FRIENDS!!!" Nicki yelled from her bedroom.

"Friends, huh?" Chris John asked.

"Is it… beneficial?" Rex asked.

Nicki marched out of her room before Drake had time to think of a reply. "Get out." She pointed them to the door. "Y'all so damn nosey." She took the popcorn from SB. "And take Faree with you. Please."

"Aye?! What I do?"

"Faree? It's been fun. You've did everything I asked and now your job's done. I thank you, honestly, but you gotta go."

"Oh, I see how it is Nic." SB said.

"Yea, it's lovely. Thank you for everything." She said, escorting them all to the front door. "Drive safely." She smiled and shut the door, locking it. Nicki walked over to the couch and sat on Drake's lap. "Now that we're alone, what should we do?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Relax. I know you're tired."

"Only a liddle." She yawned.

"You don't wanna take a nap?"

"No. Stop tryna put me to sleep Aubrey. I'm fine."

He chuckled. "Well then jus sit here and watch tv wit me. We don't hafta leave again til seven."

"Where we goin?"

"A place."

Nicki smirked. "What kinda place?"

"A nice place. You'll love it."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Mkay. Well until we get to this nice place, come help me with these bags." Nicki stood, pulling Drake up with her. They each took a few bags and headed to her bedroom. They placed everything on her bed and began to sort through them. Nicki took up the Victoria's Secret bag and went to her laundry room to wash her new panties and bra's. When she walked back into her room, Drake was just hanging up her last piece of clothing. He took all the empty bags and disposed of them in the kitchen. He then met Nicki back in her room. She was looking through her closet.

"Hey Drake?"

"Wussup?" He asked, walking over to her.

"You should really tell me where we're going later so I know what to wear."

"No. I'd rather not." Drake looked through her closet and picked out one of her new dresses. "Wear this one." He took it off the rack and handed it to her.

"Ok, well what about my—"

"Shoes?" Drake looked between the two boxes of shoes he'd just bought her. He opened one and held the shoe up to the dress. "Wear these."

"Alright. I'll get dressed in another hour or so."

Drake looked at his cellphone. "It's almost 5 o'clock. You take like two hours to get ready. You might wanna start now."

"Yea, you're right. Lemme go freshen up." Nicki closed her closet doors and headed to the bathroom. Drake looked through his duffel bag and pulled out a folded pair of black slacks, a blazer and a button up. While Nicki showered, he steamed his clothes to rid them of wrinkles. He then put the steamer away and laid his clothes on Nic's bed. She came out about an hour later wrapped in her towel.

"You done with the bathroom?" Drake asked, polishing his shoes.

"Mhm. You can use it if you need to."

"Ard, jus lemme finish shinin these real quick."

Nicki went to fetch her bra's and panties from the laundry room. When she reached her bed, she tossed everything on it. She had about twenty pairs of thongs and ten bra's. She picked out a matching turquoise blue set to wear and put all the others in her nightstand. Nicki then threw her towel on the bed and stepped into her underwear. Drake had just finished polishing his last shoe. He stood up and sat it on the floor next to the other. He then glanced back at Nicki as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Your ass looks really good in those."

Nicki blushed, pulling her bra straps over her shoulders. "Thanks." She giggled.

Drake smiled and shut the bathroom door. When he completed his shower, Nicki was fully clothed. She had on her shoes and her dress. She'd put on her accessories after she did her hair, which she wasn't quite sure what to do with. Nicki walked into the bathroom while Drake dressed in her room. She stared in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with her hair. About fifteen minutes passed and she'd gotten nowhere. She tried curling it, but didn't like the way it turned out. She didn't wanna wear it as an updo and a wrap was out of the question. Drake had just put his shoes on when he went to go check on her.

"How's it goin?" He asked, fixing his collar in the mirror.

"Horrible. I don't wanna make us late, but I can't figure out what to do with my hair."

Drake looked at her in the mirror for a moment before speaking. "Braid it."

"What? Uh uhh. I am not braiding my hair."

"I don't mean like cornrows, Nic. Here..." Drake pulled her hair back behind her shoulders and told her to face him. She turned around and he plaited her hair over her left shoulder. "Look." He turned her back toward the mirror and waited for her reaction.

Nicki's smile grew wide. "Oh my God! Aubrey?? Baby??? I like it!! How come I couldn't come up with this?"

"Cuz you were over thinking it." He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Lemme know when you're ready to go." Drake said, leaving the bathroom.

Nicki grabbed her mascara and glitter eyeliner from behind the mirror. She lined her eyes and darkened her lashes. She then put them back and went to get her accessories. She chose the black, crystal studs to wear, the pave ring Drake liked and the pave, snake bracelet to match. Nicki then put on her lip gloss and exited the bathroom, turning off the light.

"I'm ready babe!" She grabbed her Blackberry and clutch from off the bed and went to meet Drake in the living room.

"Look at you." He grinned as she passed by him. He turned off the tv and stood up. "You're gorgeous." He said, licking his lips.

Nicki blushed again. "Haha, thank you, baby. Let's go before we're late."

Drake picked the keys to her Bentley up from the coffee table. He lead Nicki to the front door and turned off all the lights. The couple then headed down to the car garage. When they got to the car, Drake carefully helped her into her seat and shut the car door. He got in on his side and cranked up the Bentley.  About a half-hour later, they both arrived at a restaurant. Drake parked the car directly across the street in the only available parking space.

"We're here." He cut the engine.

Nicki leaned forward and looked out of his window. In bright letters on the front of a building lived the name, Katsuya. "Awww, Drake? This is really, really sweet of you. You are such a gentleman." Nicki smiled and pecked him on the lips.

"I try." He grinned and stepped out of the car. He then helped Nicki out and locked the doors. She linked arms with him as they crossed the street. Once they got inside, they were immediately seated in an area blocked off with velvet rope. The restaurant was half packed, but Drake reserved a special area for just them. A waiter greeted them with menus and complimentary glasses of water. He then hurried off back to the kitchen.

"Wow, that was fast." Nic said, removing her black straw from the plastic packaging. She stirred her iced water with it before taking a sip.

"I know. Haha, he seemed kind of jittery. Hopefully he comes back." Drake added, looking over his shoulder toward the kitchen.

"Mhm. Quiet too." Nicki opened her menu and took her time reading over every dish. Drake did the same. "You see anything you want?" Nicki asked.

"I was looking at that seared tuna, but I don't know. These portions are kinda small."

"Haha, it is LA babe."

"True." Drake turned the menu over to look at their beverages. He didn't see any wines that he wanted.

"You ok?" Nicki asked, looking at him over her menu.

"Yea, but I don't see my wine. Kinda strange… You find what you wanted?"

"Sort of. I think I'll get the sashimi. Then maybe we can head over to the sushi bar." Nicki closed her menu.

"Fair enough. I guess we jus wait for someone to walk past now."

As soon as Drake uttered those words, the chef came out to greet them. He bowed, acknowledging their presence and introduced himself. Beside him stood a waiter with a silver tray. "Welcome to Katsuya. I will be your chef tonight. Please, address me as Jon." The little Asian man smiled and snapped his fingers. The waiter removed the lid from the tray. "First dish is on the house. We are highly honored to have you two here. If you need anything, please, don't be afraid to ask." Jon pulled out a silver bell. "Just ring this and BOOM!" Nicki jumped. "You have a waiter." He smiled and placed the platter before Drake and Nicki.

"Thank you, sir." Drake said.

"Jon. Call me Jon." He smiled. "May I get you two anything else?"

"Yes please. Do you have any pinot grigio?" Nicki asked.

"Oohh, the lady drinks, eh?"

Nicki smiled. "No, it's for him." She nodded towards Drake. "It doesn't seem to be on the menu."

"Oh, yes. We don't serve that here anymore. But for you, we'll get it special." Jon snapped his fingers signaling the water to step forward. "Go out and find this gentleman here the finest bottle of pinot. Make it fast."

"Oh, no. That's unnecessary. I'll jus pick something else."

"No! You want pinot, you get pinot." Jon snapped his fingers again. The waiter sped back to the kitchen. "Now, what are we having for the main course?"

"I'll have the Sashimi plate." Nicki said.

"And I'll take the Uechi's seared tuna."

"Okaaay. And what would the lady like to drink? Mascato? Pinot? What?"

"Oh no, water's fine."

"Whaaat? No wine? Everything tastes better with wine my dear."

Drake laughed at the animated chef, making Nicki giggle.

"No really, thank you Jon, but I'm fine."

"I see that, but what about your drink?"

Nicki laughed harder. "Oh my God!"

"Oohh, I kidd, I kidd." Jon smiled. "You have a very lovely lady." He told Drake.

"Haha, thanks, but we're jus friends." He smiled.

"Friends?? In a place like this?? Mhmm. Well… friends, let me go prepare your food. You won't be disappointed." Jon bowed to them once more and made his way back to the kitchen.

"What was that?" Drake asked, laughing.

"Haha, I don't know, but he's so cute. And funny." Nicki picked up her fork and took a small piece of meat off the tray to taste. "Hm, this is good."

"Lemme taste it."

Nicki picked up another piece with her fork and fed it to him. "How is it?"

"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all." Drake picked up his fork and ate a few more pieces.

Jon came back twenty-five minutes later with both their meals.

"Sashimi for the fine lady." He sat the plate in front of Nicki. "And seared tuna for the pinot man." He smiled and sat Drake's plate in front of him. Jon then placed a wine glass on the table and a bottle of pinot grigio. "Anything else?"

"No, that's all. Thank you Jon." Nicki said.

The chef bowed with a smile and then made his exit to the kitchen.

Nicki and Drake then began to eat. She saw that he had more on his plate than she did. "Aubrey?"

"Yea?"

"Can I taste that?" She pointed to his tuna with her fork.

"Sure." Drake cut her a piece and fed it to her. "You like it?"

"I can't tell."

Drake cut her a bigger piece. "Here..."

Nicki accepted it and chewed away. "Mmm, thas good tuna. You should like, give me half."

"Haha, I don't think so. You have ya own plate."

Nicki looked down at her dish. "Yea, but I like what you have better."

"I like what I have too." He took another bite of his food.

"Sharing is caring, Aubrey." Nicki batted her eyelashes.

"Fine. Jus one piece." Drake gave her one whole piece of tuna.

"Thank you."

After they ate their meal, they found a spot at the sushi bar. They were surrounded by uptight old men in suits and their spouses. They watched another chef prepare fresh sushi before them. Whenever he did a slick move with a knife, he was awarded with a sophisticated round of applause. When he finished, the chef placed his creations in front of Nicki with a smile and nod of the head.

"Thank you." She smiled back.

The chef went on to prepare more sushi. Nicki pulled the three small plates in front of her and Drake. She picked up a California roll and held it in front of him.

"Open."

Drake opened his mouth and bit down on the sushi as Nicki inserted it between his lips.

"How does it taste?" She asked.

Drake frowned his face up, slowly continuing to chew. He swallowed and shook his head. "That is the nastiest thing I've ever tasted."

"What?" Nicki's jaw dropped. "This is the best one."

"It's nasty."

"You have no taste." Nicki ate the other half as Drake sat there sipping on a glass of water to wash the sushi down.

After Nicki finished eating, it was time to leave. Drake paid the bill and thanked Jon, the chef. He let Drake keep the bottle of pinot which made him very happy. The couple then headed out of Katsuya and to the car. They got back to Nicki's apartment around 10:30. While inside, Drake placed the wine bottle in the fridge and walked with Nic back to her room. She stood in front of her full body mirror looking herself over. Drake came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked.

"I had an amazing time, Aubrey. This whole day was perfect. Dinner was great. I couldn't think of a better way to end our night."

"Who says our night has to end?"

"Huh?"

"Stay right here, I'll be back."

Drake went into the bathroom and shut the door. Nicki heard water running and saw him come back out, closing the door behind him. He took off his blazer and laid it across the bed. Nicki watched him as he rolled his sleeves up past his elbows and unbuttoned two of the top buttons on his shirt.

"What are you doin?" She asked.

"You'll see in a minute." Drake jogged into the kitchen. He came back with a big, red lighter and headed into the bathroom.

Nicki looked on trying to piece the puzzle together. She heard the water stop and saw Drake emerge from the bathroom. He put the lighter back in the kitchen and came back to the bedroom.

"So… are you gonna tell me what that's all about?" She asked.

Drake walked over to her, resuming his previous position. "I don't have to." He whispered in her ear. He then kissed her on the neck as he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. Drake unzipped it then delicately ran his hands up her smooth back. Once he reached her shoulders, he removed the garment as she watched him in the mirror. The dress fell to the floor, exposing Nicki in her turquoise blue bra and thong set. She bit her lip as he ran his hands down her waist and over her thighs. Drake stooped low to remove her dress from around her ankles, Nicki held onto him as he helped her step out of her attire. He then unzipped her shoes and removed them one at a time. Standing back up, Drake took Nicki's plait into his hands. He began to unbraid it as she continued watching his every move in the mirror. Drake's hands slowly traveled up Nicki's back as he gently kissed her neck. Feeling his warm, soft hands on her back, she closed her eyes and began to fantasize where she wanted to feel them next. Drake slipped his fingers under the hooks of her bra and undid them. He then slid her straps down her arms, watching her in the mirror as her bra fell to the floor. Drake moved his hands to her waist and let them wander down. He ran his thumbs over the dimples in her lower back as his hands continued their journey. When he reached the top of her thongs, he slid his thumbs in the sides and edged them off her hips. Nicki opened her eyes when his lips left her neck. She watched him slide her thongs down her legs. Holding onto his back, Nicki slightly lifted both her feet, one at a time, as he removed her panties from around her ankles.

"Hold on to my neck and close your eyes." Drake uttered, before standing back up. Nicki did what he ordered as he reached one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees. He lifted her from the carpeted floor and carried her toward the bathroom. Opening the door, an airy aroma graced their noses.

"It smells really good in here." Nicki said.

A smile spread across Drake's face. "Wanna guess what it is?"

"Candles?"

"What kind?"

Nicki inhaled a deep breath. "Is it… peaches?"

"Peaches and…?"

"Cream?"

"Yup."

Nicki giggled. "I like it… can I open my eyes now?"

"In a sec."

Drake had decorated the bathroom with peaches and cream scented candles. They were the only things illuminating the space. He had run a bubble bath for her to relax in with slow jams playing low in the background. When they got to the tub, he carefully began to lower her into it. She tensed up when she felt his grip loosening.

"Relax… I gotchu baby." He cooed in his soothing baritone. "Open your eyes."

Nicki looked around the bathroom after Drake sat her in the bathtub. She softly gasped as she noticed all the bubbles and candles. "You did this all for me?" She looked up at him.

"All for you." He knelt down beside the tub and dipped his hand in the water, swirling it about. "Is the water ok?"

"It's perfect." She smiled. "Thank you. Thank you so much baby. For everything. This whole entire day has jus been amazing. I can't say that enough and I can't thank you enough. Jus… thank you."

"You're welcome, but you don't hafta thank me. I don't mind doin stuff like this for you. I enjoy it as much as you do. Consider it my duty. It's only fair that I treat you right, right?"

Nicki blushed. "You're right. I love you, baby." She leaned on the edge of the tub and reached her wet hands out to hold his face. She planted a kiss on his lips, holding it for a few seconds before pulling away and repeating the same action. They kissed like this for only a short while before Nicki introduced her tongue. Drake imitated her gesture then sucked on her bottom lip. She did the same to him. After a good minute or so, Drake pulled away.

"I'll be back. Forget somethin."

"Ok." Nicki nodded as she watched him stand and make his exit. She laid back and played with the bubbles while she awaited his return. Beyoncé's "1+1" began to echo in the background. Nicki picked up on the tune and began to sing a long.

"…when my daaays look low, puull me in close and don't let me goooo… make love to meee… so when the world's at waaar, let our looove heal us all…"

Drake came back with a plate in hand. He stopped at the bathroom door mid-stride as he heard her singing. She hadn't noticed him. Drake leaned against the door frame and listened.

"…help me let down my guaaard, make love to me… meee, meee, meee, meeee, ohhh ohh, make love to me, meee, meee, meeee, meeee……"

"Bravo…"

Nicki quickly sat up and looked back at him walking toward her. "Oh, God…… you heard that?"

"Haha, yea. Don't be ashamed. Your voice is beautiful."

"You're such a spy." She giggled. "What's that?" She asked, referring to the plate in his hand.

"Oh, it's for you." He sat down beside the tub.

Nicki looked onto the plate with bright eyes. "Awww, you brought me peaches." She smiled. The sliced fruit circled the plate in a decorative design. In the middle of it all rested a small, glass bowl filled with cream.

"That I did."

Nicki went to reach for one, but he held the plate away from her.

"Heeey?"

"This isn't self-serve. I get to feed you."

"Oh?"

"Mmhm." Drake took up a peach slice and dipped it in the cream. He held it out for her to bite. Nicki leaned forward and accepted his offering. Juice flowed down her chin as she slowly bit into it, her lips covered in cream. She pulled away, chewing first then licking her lips.

"You like?" He asked.

"Yea…"

Drake smiled and continued to feed her peaches. When he finished, he rinsed the suds off of her, drained the water and blew out all the candles. He wrapped her in her pink towel and carried her to the bed. Drake then dried her off and went to hang up her towel. He came back with a variety of different lotions.

"Which one?" He asked, holding them out for her to see.

"The vanilla one."

Drake tossed it on the bed and went to put the others away. When he came back, he picked up the bottle and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed his hands together and told Nicki to hold out her arm. She did this and he went to work. He started at the top, working his way down. Nicki sat back on her hands as he started on her thighs.

"Hey Aubrey?"

"Yea babe?"

"Do you still hafta leave tonight?"

Drake slowed down and looked up at her, then over at the clock. "Yea…" He sighed. "2 o'clock."

Nicki looked down and started to giggle.

"What's funny?" He asked, lotioning her foot.

"No, haha, sorry, that jus tickles." She admitted, pulling her foot away.

"Oh." He half smiled, moving to her other leg.

Nicki pressed her lips together as an unnamed silence filled the room. "So… when are you coming back?"

"In a week… maybe… they're talkin about adding more dates to the show…… turn over."

Nicki did so, sitting up on her elbows. "More dates?"

"Yea."

"Well, how many more? Like a few days?" She asked, knowing it'd be more, but hoping it wasn't.

"More like weeks." He replied, lotioning her bottom.

Nicki groaned and collapsed on the bed. "I hate this life…"

"You don't mean that." Drake began massaging lotion onto her back.

"Yes I do. I can never have you all to myself. There's always something in the way. Always some dumb obstacle. Don't get me wrong, I love what we do, but like……" She sighed. "I don't know…" Nicki grabbed a pillow and cuddled up with it.

"It's okay Nic. Jus take your time."

"No. I don't wanna talk about this anymore." She buried her face in the pillow.

"Don't cry." He told her, massaging her shoulders.

"I'm not crying, Aubrey. I'm jus…… relaxing…… You're hands are quite soothing." She yawned, turning her head to the side.

Drake smiled and continued to massage her back. "Don't fall asleep on me, Nic."

"K…"

"I'm serious."

"Mhm…"

Not even ten minutes passed before Nicki drifted to sleep.

"Nic?" Drake called, but of course, he received no answer. "Niiickiii??" She was fast asleep. Drake shook his head and put the lotion away. He came back and looked through her nightstand to find something to put on her bottom. He knew how uncomfortable it was for her to sleep pantyless. Drake smiled to himself when he found what he was searching for. He pulled out a pair of leopard print thongs and shut the drawer. He approached a sleeping Nicki and carefully slipped them on her. Drake pulled the covers back, causing her to stir a little, but not wake. He tucked her in with a kiss on her cheek and turned out all the lights. It was nearing 11:50 so he decided to pack his duffel. When all was done, he sat in the living room watching television with his bag until it was time for him to depart.

When Nicki awakened, she felt for Drake on the right side of her bed, only to receive a handful of emptiness. She sat up, a bit dazed, and took a few seconds to make out her surroundings. She threw the covers back, noticing the leopard print thongs she had on. She smiled to herself and shook her head. "He would…" Nicki turned the lamp on with a yawn. She slipped her feet into her fuzzy pink house shoes and walked over to her closet to find a tee shirt to put on. After she did that, she walked back to her bed to get her phone. Nicki noticed Drake's blazer was no longer on her bed. She looked at the clock. It read 1:08am. She checked the bathroom for Drake, but he wasn't there. Nicki then checked the living room, no Drake. The television was off and his duffel bag gone. Nicki anxiously bit her lip. "He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye." She said aloud to calm herself. Nicki called him, but immediately got his voicemail. She checked the kitchen, but he wasn't there either. Nicki sat at the kitchen table, trying to figure out why he left without telling her goodbye. She cradled her Blackberry in her hands, waiting for the answer to hit her. She played their day back over and over again in her head. Had she said or did something wrong? Nicki couldn't figure out. She frowned and got up from the table after at least ten minutes. She looked in the fridge for something to drink. Nicki noticed Drake's bottle of Pinot Grigio still in the refrigerator. She thought that was odd for him to leave his wine. But then she remembered there was no way TSA would let him fly with that. She shook it off and grabbed a bottle of water. Nicki closed the fridge with a sigh. She heard something creaking, almost like hinges. She checked the fridge, but it was shut tight. She cautiously looked around the kitchen. Nicki heard the noise again and quickly turned her attention toward the door to her roof. She saw that it was slightly ajar so she crept over and slowly opened it. Nicki looked up the staircase and noticed the door at the top was also cracked open. She grabbed her phone off of the kitchen table and ascended the steps with caution. When she reached the top, she peeped out of the door. Nicki saw a figure leaning over the railing with a wine glass in hand.

"Aubrey?" She called, stepping onto the roof.

The figure looked back, standing straight up. "Hey, you're up."

Nicki smiled, quickening her pace as she walked toward him. "I was looking for you." She wrapped her arms around his neck as they embraced. They kissed on the lips and Nicki spoke up again. "You had me worried. I thought you left and without telling me bye."

"I'd never leave without saying goodbye to you, Nic. Never leave without saying I love you. You know that." He took a sip of his wine.

"I know, but still…" She said, single-handedly buttoning a button on his shirt. "When I couldn't find you I jus got kinda nervous I guess…… why are you all the way up here?" She asked, resting her head on his chest.

"Observing. This city is beautiful at night. All the lights… it's jus nice to look at. Somewhat reminds me of how it feels lookin out over Toronto." He took another sip.

"You miss it, huh?"

"I do."

"But?"

"Ha, I do, but it's not like I'm homesick."

"I guess not. Seeing as how you're going back tonight."

"No… I'm not."

Nicki lifted her head up off of his chest and looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"I'm not going. I don't feel right leaving you here alone. It's jus… something's tellin me I shouldn't go."

"What?"

"I don't know Nic. I jus have this feeling and I can't shake it. All I know is I need to be here with you right now."

"You're kinda scaring me, Aubrey."

"Sorry, I really don't mean to." He finished off his wine and wrapped his arms around her. "Come on, let's getchu inside, it's gettin cold up here."

I hope you liked this. As you can see, mi title is irrelevant, lol. I changed mi mind with this chapter sooooooooooooooooooo many times that the title means nothing now. But oh well… Um, I don't wanna overload with pics, so I'm only posting where Dricki went for dinner, what they wore & ate. PLEASE COMMENT!!!!! Thank you! :p

Extended Ending:

"Hey, babe?" Nicki called. "Can you come here please?"

Drake walked out of the bathroom wearing his boxer briefs. He saw Nicki on the bed laying on her stomach with her feet in the air. She rose to her knees the closer he got.

"What's that?" He asked, referring to a black bag she held in her hand.

Nicki smiled. "It's for you. I got it earlier when we were at Michael Kors." She held the bag out to him, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Open it."

Drake squinted at her while taking the bag. "Michael Kors? But I thought we were only shopping for you?" He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Nicki crawled over to him. "Well… we were, but after I got you those sweaters, I figured I'd buy you something extra. I think you'll like them."

"Them?" He asked, reaching into the bag.

"Haha, yes them."

Drake pulled out a rectangular box and looked at Nicki with a half smile. Once he opened the lid, his eyes stretched wide. "Yoooooooo!!!" He looked at Nicki with a huge grin then back at the box.

"Do you like it?"

"Do I like it!?" He asked. "Baby, I love it. Thank you so much." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Wow…" He looked back at the watch. "I'm gonna wear this with everything, you know that right?" He looked at her.

"Haha, but babe. You didn't open the other box yet."

Drake pulled out the other box and opened it. He smiled. "You know just what I like, Nic."

"Of course I do." She kissed him on the cheek.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She giggled.

"You know what this means now, right?" He asked, placing his gifts back in the bag.

"No…… what?"

Drake smiled, placing the bag on the nightstand and crawling toward Nicki. "It means…" He began.

Nicki started crawling backwards, toward the headboard, with a smile on her face. "What?"

"It means that I really, really, really hafta thank you…" Drake licked his lips.

"And how are you gonna do that?" Nicki bit her lip watching him get closer to her.

Drake grabbed her thighs, spreading them as he pulled her body beneath him. "Like this…" He leaned down and began kissing her neck.

"Hahaha… I like that…"

Drake slowed down his kisses.

"Nooo, keep goin…"

He smiled and kissed his way up to her ear. He nibbled her lobe for a sec then whispered, "Thank you." Drake then rolled over onto his back.

"Wait…" Nicki rolled onto her side and looked at him. "That's it?"

"Yes. That's it… thank you."

"Are you serious???" Nicki slapped his chest.

"Ow!" Drake started to laugh.

"You are such a tease." Nicki huffed then turned her back to him. "Goodnight."

Done. ^_^