PART 4: THE DECEPTION

OK HUMANS MY ASSEMBLER SAID THAT THIS IS THE LAST PART OF DATA I MUST UPLOAD FOR YOU. TO SHOW APPRECIATION FOR MY ASSEMBLER, I THINK ALL HUMANS SHOULD TWEET ThankMeLater TO SHOW SUPPORT TO THE HUMAN DRAKE SINCE HE ALWAYS SHOWS SUPPORT TO YOUR BELOVED HUMAN NICKI MINAJ.

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He sat on the balcony of his suite staring out to the city skyline. A glass of merlot was in his hand. He swirled it slowly as he tried to clear his mind. She was here. He knew it. It was part of the reason why he chose this weekend to come here. Not to mention that he had a video to shoot. After the shoot he tried to find her but by the time he got to the studio he knew she would be at, she was gone. he couldn’t help himself he just had to see her. He was in deep thought, wondering, worrying, when he felt those hands on him. He looked down to see those red, talon-like nails creeping down his chest. Soon her breath was on his neck.

“Why so grim Drizzy?” she said. The words rolled off her tongue with her thick island accent. He remained focused on the city that stretched out before him.

“She’s out there. Somewhere.” He said solemnly. The woman sighed. Not in aggravation but in understanding. She backed away & walked back into the suite. He looked over to her. She was picking up her bra.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I'm sorry.” He said to her. She looked back at him as she clasped her bra & smiled.

“It’s ok. I get it.”

And she did. More than anyone. It had been almost 3 months since they started this. Sneaking off together. Being together. Sleeping together. The media was zoning in on them, but they didn’t care. Because it didn’t matter to them. No one knew they real reason. They were simply 2 lonely souls that found a way to cope within each other. Robyn had been dealing with this for longer that he had. That cold night in February changed everything for her. Everything except how she felt about Chris. She even tried to go back to him. But what she didn’t realize was that fame didn’t always let you do what you wanted. Just like Nicki, she had been advised against being with the person she loved more than anything. So even though she knew they were meant to be, they couldn’t be. So when Drake first started this arrangement, it didn’t work for either of them. But after talking about it extensively, they came to an understanding. This is what they could do to ease the pain. To pass the time. To make the loneliness a little less lonely. So here they were, another suite, another night, same routine.

She slid her dress over her head & walked over to him. He reached for her hand, tugging it gently.

“Come here.” He said. And she did. She put her head to his chest as he ran his fingers through her red hair. “What’s wrong?”

“I know that this is supposed to be…..fun or whatever. But lately it’s just…not. I mean, not that you're not great but, I just….. I want……I know that you're not serious.”

“Rihanna,I –“

“No, it’s not you. I get it. This was supposed to be fun you know? But…. I think I'm at a plateau. Like this is the extent of our relationship. We aren’t satisfied with each other. Well, I like you but, I'm not stupid. I know where your heart is.”

And this is where the guilt set in. She was so sweet. So understanding. He would gladly continue this masquerade until Nicki made up her mind but that wouldn’t be fair to ask Rihanna to stay. He wished he could give her more but he just couldn’t. It was nice to pretend. To deceive each other. To play make believe. But when the lights were dim & they were under those sheets with each other, their minds were somewhere beyond that room. Neither of them missed the whispers of the names of lovers that they wanted there but weren’t. It was Chris’ hands she wanted on the small of her back. It was Nicki’s nails he wanted dragging down his back. No amount of wine would erase the fact that Drake was not Chris & Rihanna was not Nicki.

And so as they sat there on that balcony looking out to the city of dreams, savoring the last few moments they had together, he held her as she shed tear after tear. For her. For him. For both of them. He was choked up. He couldn’t find the words. What could he say? He sighed as he said the only thing he could afford.

“I'm sorry.”

She looked up at him, her face flushed, tear stained. He used the pad of his thumb to wipe the wetness from her left cheek. She caressed his face slowly as she whispered,

“Me too.”

He sat his glass down on the side table before letting his hands wander up her leg & under the skirt of her dress. She turned around to face him & untied his robe, preparing to block out the loneliness just 1 last time.

“Well,” she said as she picked up her Burberry bag “it was fun while it lasted.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He sighed. She walked over to him, standing by the door.

“Do you really think she’ll change her mind?” Rihanna asked. He shrugged.

“I don’t know. But I’ll never stop loving her. She’s just that…….that thing that makes my heart feel like it’s gonna jump otta my chest. I can’t explain it. It’s like she keeps me alive, but-“

“Kills you at the same time. I know.” She half smiled at him as she put her hand on the door.

“I wanna say thank you. For everything.”

“Thank you. All the time I've been alone, you're the only person that makes me feel…just a little less lonely.” She pulled the door open & stepped out.

“Take care of yourself.” He said.

“Yeah,” she said “you do the same. She’s a sweet  girl. Don’t give up on her.” She said before kissing his cheek.

“I don’t know why you had to make it such a big deal!!!”

“Why would you wanna be around him?!?!?!?”

“He’s my friend!!!!! I know that’s a concept you're not too familiar with.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Take it how you wanna my nigga.”

It was another night. Another argument. They were in the back of the Maybach, headed to the hotel. Not too long ago, Nicki received a message from Drake, asking her out to dinner, which she had to decline for an interview with MTV. He didn’t mind but the moment he suggested he stop by the studio in Manhattan, Safaree went into a bit of a frenzy. He pulled her to the side & demanded they leave directly following the interview complaining of fatigue. But Nicki knew better. She was no stranger to his all-too-convenient bouts of narcolepsy. But she had made the wrong move by suggesting that Safaree go back to the hotel. Without her.

As confident as Mr. Samules portrayed himself, you would think he wouldn’t be bothered by such things. But he was. Very much so. It wasn’t that he was a particularly jealous person, but he & Nicki had been a duo for so long. He didn’t want anyone coming in their circle with the potential to hurt her. He knew Drake was capable of that, intentionally or otherwise. Even though she wouldn’t admit it to him, she still loved him, deeply. And that both scared and angered him.  It had been almost 3 months that they had been together & he could tell her love for Drake hadn’t subsided at all. He knew she was only using him but he didn’t care. He knew 1 day she would give up. Forget about Drake & love him completely. Just like with all the others. But it had never taken this long so he knew he would have to somewhat take measures into his own hands.

“Nicki, I'm sorry. Okay? I just don’t want you to get your hopes up over this clown when he aint serious about you. I'm sure he's moved on. Don’t you think it’s about time you did?”

She wanted to hit him. Open the door to that Benz & kick him out. How dare he say that? The mere thought of Drake being with anyone other than her made her want to scoff. Drake loved her. He would wait for her. No matter how long it took. But she didn’t want to say that to Safaree. She didn’t feel like arguing.

The car stopped in front of their hotel & Nicki wasted no time hopping out & heading inside. She ran to the elevator & hoped Safaree didn’t catch up. No such luck.

“Nicki, baby, I'm not tryin to hurt your feelings. I just-“

“Whatever Safaree, can we just drop it please?” she said uncrossing her arms, letting them fall to her sides. The elevator dinged & she stepped out. Safaree held out his arm for her, knowing her feet were killing her. She reluctantly grabbed hold of his wrist, putting her weight on him. She pulled her Blackberry from her pocket. It was almost midnight. Maybe he would still want to meet her for drinks or at least talk to her on the phone. It probably wouldn’t happen but she still hoped. She let his hand go & raced to the door as she called him. it range once. Safaree fished around in his pockets for the room key.

“Could you hurry up please?” she said annoyed as it rang again. She looked up as she heard a familiar melody.

“..onderin’ maybe, could I make you my baby. If we do the Un-thinkable. Would it make us look crazy…”

She looked up to see Drake. Rihanna’s right hand falling from his face as she walked away from him. she took him in as he stood there in his white cotton robe, unmoving. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest was heavy. She turned around & walked in to her room just as she started to cry.

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