Chapter 93 - Bad Gal Sadé

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter until I finish the actual chapter. But something is better than nothing, am I right? Lots of drama is soon to come just when we all thought it had died down...

Sadé's POV:

— Sunday

I woke up this lovely morning to the sound of my very last alarm that I had set since I apparently slept through all the other ones. I rolled over to turn the alarm off on my phone, checking the time: Past noon, and endless congratulation text messages. I rolled back over, facing the window, noticing that Marshall was already up since he wasn't in bed. I took a second to lay there, thinking everything over. I was still incredibly happy over my wins from last night and over how much fun I had with Marshall during our little celebration, but damn. I was so exhausted. My lower half was weak, I was sore, I felt like I was dying, and I needed coffee asap. I have work to do, and I need to get it together. Now.

I begrudgingly rolled out of bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom. I did a tinkle, brushed my teeth, and hopped in the shower. I turned the hot water on, the heat feeling amazing in my skin. I lathered my body in soap, scrubbing with a loofah. I repeated this step twice, taking my time as I let my body wake up and come back to life. I let out a sigh of content once I finished, leaving the bathroom.

I went back into the room, going through my suitcase to find an outfit to wear. Knowing that it's still warm in sunny California, I had packed the perfect outfit for the weather today. I settled on a sky blue & black sweater shirt dress, black thigh high boots, a black YSL purse, and some jewelry, including the new earrings Marshall had gifted me. I figured that the paparazzi would most likely still be out due to the fact that it was the morning after the awards. They knew people would be in and out of the city, traveling, walking about enjoying their day here, which meant they'd be able to get some pictures. Assuming this would be the case, I of course wanted to take the opportunity to promote my sunglasses that would be releasing soon. So I chose a pair that had basic black frames and black chrome lenses. The logo was on the side, and I knew people would see it and start talking. I'd wear them out when it was time, not wearing them inside.

I heard a knock at the door, going to open it. I had ordered some food before I got in the shower earlier, the foodie in me starving. I got the cart of room service, thanking the woman who brought it up. I had ordered us both some fruit, coffee for me, orange juice for MarMar, a meat & cheese charcuterie board, eggs, waffles with syrup, and bacon. I called Marshall over to where I had set up the food, seeing him come in from another room, his rhyme book and a pen in his hands. He looked to have been in a great mood, and clearly had been up for quite some time because he was already dressed and ready to go in a pair of sneakers and all.

"What are you doing up so early?" I softly asked, grabbing a piece of bacon as I watched him sit down next to me.

"Early? It's like one o'clock." He chuckled at me, shaking his head lightly, "I was writing down some lyrics that I thought of and didn't want to forget."

Oh, right... Let me drink this coffee so I can get my mind right.

"Chile. So, anyways." I say sipping my cup as I look away shamefully.

"So do you have any plans for today?" He pipes up curiously.

"Yea, I have a photoshoot to attend to in a few." I answer.

"For?"

"Savage X Fenty. I'm so excited. Rihanna's gonna be there too." I ramble on in awe.

"Do you wanna come with me?" I invited him.

"Nah. I don't think I can handle watching men take pictures of you half naked in the name of modeling, to be honest with you." He kissed his teeth.

"You don't want me to do it?" I pose the thought, wanting him to expand on the issue.

"It's not that. I do want you to do it, and I ain't mad at it. It's just that I might end up letting my feelings get in the way of that..." He explained.

"Mhmm. Are you implying you don't want to get jealous by being there?"

"Something like that. I wouldn't call it jealous per se, I just... I understand it's work for you. It's just that I'd rather not." He expressed his feelings.

"I get that."

I wouldn't want to see him in a music video with some girl touching all up on him or being super close to him. I wouldn't necessarily be mad at it because it's work like he said; But why would I put myself through that when I don't have to? I'd rather spare myself of those feelings and support him from a distance in that instance.

"Don't get me wrong though, I would love to watch you model some in some sexy clothes. Just for me though, not anybody else." He flirted with me.

"Well, what are you going to do today instead then?" I swiftly change the subject.

"I was planning on going to the studio with the guys again. I might show them the songs I chose to go on the album so far."

"Speaking of which, how's the album coming along?" I ask him, knowing he was behind previously and has been working long hours at the studio.

"It's coming along good, actually. I think I have enough songs and just need to decide the track list soon. I mean, I've been working on it for a few years now, but I just never felt like any of the songs were up to my standards. That's why I'm still writing and rewriting." He let out in a stressed tone.

"Don't rush it. Perfection takes time." I showed my support for him.

"I have deadlines I need to make though. I already pushed it back. I really just want to get the album out, and get the ball rolling. Fans are getting impatient. Paul's getting impatient. Hell, even I'm getting impatient."

"So what are you going to do then?"

"Maybe make two albums. One of the songs I have now that I know that I for sure want on the album. Then I can finish up the rest and release it on an extended version. Like a side B."

"Two Eminem albums? Sign me up." I happily voice, causing him to stop frowning.

"Please, you didn't even know who I was when you first met me." He says acting as if his feelings were genuinely hurt.

I knew they weren't by the tone in his voice. I playfully shove him in the arm, feeling embarrassed by that. He laughs at my dismay, finding humor in it.

"Okay, but I know you now, Mr. Slim Shady." I reply with attitude.

We both continue to have conversation while eating a very late breakfast until it's time for the both of us to leave.

We parted ways, planning to meet back up at the airport.

— Savage X Fenty Photoshoot

I had arrived at the building where I would be doing the Savage photoshoot at. It was none other than the Savage X Fenty headquarters itself. As me, Jordyn, and my security guards - Josh & Leonardo - were escorted through the halls by a receptionist, I felt a spike in my nerves. I was overly joyed to be working with my idol. I was practically freaking out and fan girling on the inside. But like I said, Rihanna is one of my idols and all time favorite celebrities in the world. The mere thought of even being in the same vicinity as her scared me. I was nervous of letting her down and having her rethink her choices of choosing me to be a for model her brand - Her livelihood, what she worked hard for. I didn't want to let her down. I wanted to do my best work possible, and prove that I deserved this. I wanted to impress her.

Eventually, we made it to the room that was deemed as the filming studio. It was set up in lights, cameras, backdrops, and and had a section where the makeup artists, hairstylists, and clothing stylists were sat waiting to glam someone up. It was awesome. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Rihanna walking over to me with a smile on her face.

I instantly etch a huge smile on my face in return, taking in her presence. She gave off the most positive vibes, and was absolutely breathtaking in person much like I remember. Her heavily pregnant belly was on display through the open button down shirt, giving her a natural glow. Her fashion sense was so strong. I was starstruck all over again!

"Oh my goodness, hi!" I squealed.

"Hey, Sadé! I'm so happy to see you again. How are things?" She greeted me.

We shared a warm embrace, hugging as an introduction to one another.

"Things are great. How are things with you and the pregnancy? Congratulations again, by the way."

"Things are going by so fast. I love being pregnant, but I'm ready to get this thing out of me." She huffed out, causing us both to laugh.

"And you look fucking gorgeous, my love. Hot damn!" She complimented me.

"Awh, thank you. You look gorgeous yourself." I cheesed.

We then started walking over to the set up for glam and wardrobe, looking over all the options for outfits she picked out for me to model in.

"So do you like any of these?" She asked me, flipping through the sets of infinite panties and bras.

"I love the red and black ones, especially." I replied honestly, looking over all the options.

"Alright then, we'll put you in those. I also have a lingerie slip on that I want you to take some pictures in. I think it'll look cute on you." She said, handing the pieces of fabric over to the stylist.

I was then promptly placed in hair and makeup, getting dolled up for my first look of the day.

—

During the first look, I was incredibly nervous. I felt like I kept fumbling and having small mishaps because I was so worked up on wanting to be perfect. I soon eased into it, however, getting more comfortable and finding a lot more confidence in myself and my capabilities that I already knew I had.

The first outfit choice was more Christmas-y and cheerful schemed. I was set to do two holiday looks & a lounge look, this being one of them. The vibes of it was unwrapping a present on a pretty pink Christmas morning, opening up your gift of me. There was pink wrapped presents, bows, a bow shaped chair, props, fur, and pearls. I was matching the theme of the background by pairing it with the black lacy lingerie. They accessorized me with stockings, pearl chains, white lacy gloves, glued pearls on my face, and placed a pearly necklace around my neck with icy baby hoop earrings. I wore pink eyeshadow with a dramatic liner, baby pink lip gloss, and a high ponytail with a swoop.

Once they decided that they had enough shots of me, I went back to hair and wardrobe to get ready for my next look. My makeup remained the same with the exception of touch ups. They took my ponytail down, switching my hairstyle from that to letting it down. They added some curls to it, setting it in lots of hairspray to help make it stay put.

I then changed into the red lingerie set, sending that it was going to be a lot more risqué. I slipped on some red sleeved gloves, and stepped into a pair of gold high heels. I once again wore the hoop earrings, and some pearl chains along with a pearl necklace.

The photographers were now in a different area of the room, having me stand in a different setup. This background was cream & gold colored with balloons, a white fluffy bench, a few gifts, and was overall a lot more smaller/intimate space. This holiday was deemed as the New Years look.

I felt so good in this look. The red really complimented my skin color exceptionally well, and I just felt like that girl. I felt confident in my own skin and body. Something Fenty lingerie is always gonna make you feel like. She somehow manages to capture that confident, embracing feeling in every design she puts out. It's a talent to be able to always make such quality pieces, truly. I posed for the camera, showing my backside, playing with my hair, showing off my petite figure, and wanting to "give the people something to drool over" as Ri put it.

The last and final look, the lounge look, was underway. All I had to do was change into the outfit, change my jewelry, and get ready to take some more pictures. There was no specific theme to this one, and the backdrop was a simple white sheet. Ri watched me, basically letting me do my thing since this one was a lot more laid back.

The slip on was form fitting, stopping right above my butt. There was a lacy bralette section, and the rest seemed to be a basic cotton fabric that was stretchy and super comfortable and soft. The closest I could describe the print on it is to that of a fine China plate.

Hours after everything was said and done, I was getting ready to leave. However, before I got dressed back into my original clothes, I got the bad idea to take some rather personal pictures of myself in this specific outfit. I had remembered what Marshall told me earlier about how he'd like to see me model in an outfit like this for him privately. I wanted to be a little flirt back. So I grabbed my phone, discreetly walked myself to the bathroom, and locked the door. I set my phone up on the sink, the camera pointed at me at the perfect angle. I set a timer, having it go off so that I could take some spicy flicks to send to my man. I focused on my bottom half and my boobs.

I know he'd love them. He was going to lose his marbles, but that won't be my problem to fix. It'll be his. Hmph.

I was hoping this wouldn't get me in trouble considering that he's in the studio. Everyone knows not to disturb that man when he's working. Not if you know what's good for you. It doesn't matter who you are. Disturb his peace and his work if you want to, and you were going to feel his wrath. I've never tested that theory though nor have I seen it. I've only heard stories about it from other people so why not find out for myself.

I hit send in our message thread, seeing that he opened the attachments right away. For a few seconds, the typing bubbles kept appearing, disappearing, then reappearing. Then I got a FaceTime from him. I decided that I had been in the bathroom for too long, and declined his call. He sent me a message, telling me to answer but I didn't say anything. I wanted to play games with him a little. See how far I could go. I'll see him in person in a few anyway so it's not like it really matters... Hopefully not.

I quickly exited the bathroom, getting ready to leave. I changed back into my outfit, making sure that I looked alright. I grabbed my things, talking to Jordyn about the flight details when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned around to see Miss Rihanna, a more than pleased expression on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, but I just wanted to say before you left that you did phenomenal. I loved seeing you work, girl. You definitely showed out today." She complimented me.

I felt all the air leave my lungs. Was this forreal? Did I really just impress her?

"I- I. Thank you." I said breathily, a feeling of pride washing over me.

"No, thank you! The pictures came out great, and I really appreciate your drive. You really did embody what this brand is about to a T: Sexiness, self love, confidence, and being true to your personality & yourself. I'm looking forward to working with you some more, Sadé. I'll see you in a few weeks. Have a safe flight home." She enthused.

And with that, she hugged me before walking away with a wave to finish up some other photoshoots with other models. I slowly turned to a Jordyn with my mouth wide open. I didn't say anything. I only looked at her in shock.

"... Period! As you should, sis. Now let's go and catch this flight before we're late." Jordyn cheered on for me proudly.

I walked out of that building feeling on top of the world that day. I was elated with joy. I couldn't wait to grow my business relationship with Rihanna. I was slowly getting my foot into all the doors I wanted one by one.

Marshall's POV:

— Meanwhile At Dre's Studio

I was in the middle of a deep conversation with Dre about his relationship with his wife. I had already let Andre and Anthony listen to the current track list for my album earlier, but now it was just Dre and I. Anthony had left not too long ago because he needed to go support his son at his basketball game. Family first, of course.

Speaking of family first, I felt bad for Dre. He was telling me about how he was considering divorcing his wife Nicole because he thinks that she's cheating on him. A part of me is disheartened because they've been married for as long as I can remember. Since I met them both. However, another part of me is floored that he's even upset in the color at place because he's cheated on her a countless amount of times. I mean, he's been cheating on her for decades... He isn't really a saint in all of this, but that's not my business, truthfully. I was still going to side with him regardless. That's my dawg at the end of the day.

"... I just can't look at her the same, man." He finished talking.

"Shit. So what's your next move going to be? You really gonna divorce her forreal?" I question with my brows knitted, fully invested in the conversation.

"Honestly, I don't even know anymore. Nicole is supposed to be my woman. That's supposed to be my wife, my partner in crime. I ain't gonna just sit here and look like a punk, getting played by a bitch. I ain't no bitch ass nigga. You feel me dawg?" He expressed angrily.

"I get you. I wouldn't tolerate that shit either. It's fucked."

There's a moment of silence on my end with me debating on if I should give him advice or not. He's been married longer than I have despite me going through two of them, which unfortunately led to two divorces. Both of which were with the same woman, and we were both cheating on each other like it was a sport; Engaging in scandalous, toxic behaviors. I'd assume he was better at this than me and wouldn't have wanted my advice. I could sense that he may have needed it though.

"Maybe you should just do you for a minute. Separate and see how that works for you before you do anything legal or life changing. I'd hate to see you and Nicole split then later realize that you could've saved your marriage, dawg."

"That's a reasonable option." He said deep in thought, taking my words into consideration.

To be real with you, those marriages still saddening me from time to time. More for the fact that neither of them worked out. To be divorced once: Okay - Shame on you. But to be divorced twice, by the same bitch? That shit hurt and it was quite embarrassing - Shame on me one hundred and ten percent. I'm so bad at love that I failed at it twice. But I can't let that shit keep effecting me. I gotta keep it playa. It was in the past, and marriage is dead to me now. I'll never get married again no matter what.

—

It was about an hour or so later and we were both still catching up. We call each other and text occasionally, but we mainly have all of our conversations in person. I was telling him about how I was contacted by Jimmy Kimmel to do a performance for my song Venom at the Empire State Building on New Years Eve.

"I'm not sure if I want to take them up on that offer. I want to relax for the holidays with my family, but I can't lie that would be a cool experience. Paul's on my ass about giving him a decision soon because it's at the end of the month." I sigh.

I've had so much on my plate recently. I only want to enjoy the holidays with my family and my lady. I needed time to unwind and come back to life. Nonetheless, I still had stuff to do. In fact, I have another surprise performance lined up in about a week or so.

"I say do it. You love performing, and this is a once in a lifetime experience. Ain't no one ever did no shit like that, Slim. You'd be the first." Dre encourages me.

"Plus, you got a lot of money sitting on the table that they're offering you. That's an easy $3.5 mill. I'd do that shit for free, to be honest with you." He laughs in utter disbelief.

He made a valid point. The money would be nice. And it would help my reputation. Almost everything he said confirmed everything I was already thinking. Fuck it. I guess I'm performing on the Empire State Building.

Before I could even tell him my revelation, my phone dinged, alerting me that I had a new text message. I picked it up from the table next to the soundboard seeing that it was Sadé. I went to our message thread, and unexpected isn't even the word. This girl done really sent me explicit photos of her in the Fenty outfit while I'm at work. They could've been considered nudes had she bent over or showed her ass just by a few inches more.

I instantly start to grow flustered, feeling my pants get tight. Realizing where I was and what was actually going on, I regain some composure. I turn my phone off expeditiously fast so that Dre doesn't see the pictures.

"Yo, I gotta take this real quick." I mumble, getting up from my seat.

I practically run my ass outside to the back parking lot to get my fresh air. What the hell is this woman thinking, sending me this type of content while I'm in work mode?! Was she crazy? Did she want me to go over there and fuck her senseless? Because she was begging for it at this point. I try to reach her through FaceTime: Declined.

I shot her a text, telling her to answer her phone, but she said nothing. Oh so that's how it's gonna be, huh. Bet. Of course she decline then tries to play the innocent card with me. She thinks she slick but she ain't. She better watch herself when I see her.

I inhale a deep breath of air as I look over the pictures again. Goddamn, she's so fine. Or should I say "bad" as the younger dudes seem to call it these days. I shake my head, biting my lip.

I drag myself back inside, going back to my seat. As I sit down, Dre looks at me skeptically.

"What had you in such a hurry? I haven't seen you run like that in years." He chuckles deeply.

"Nothing really. Had some baby momma drama to deal with real quick." I say on the spot.

I made up some lame ass excuse and that's all I could think of in that moment. I wasn't going to tell him that my girlfriend sent me some half naked pictures or show him! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I did that?! That's foul. Even for me.

"Damn, nigga. Still after all these years?" He now switches from a tone of amusement to one laced with concern for me.

"Uh yea." I struggle to think, "She was sending me all types of crazy shit because she's still off the drugs and pills. It ain't a big deal. I'm not too worried about it." I lie, averting my gaze.

"She needs some serious help."

"Tell me about it." I mumble in agreement.

Sheesh.

— On The Jet

Me, Paul, and the rest of my team and security were currently on the jet for our flight home. We were still waiting for Sadé and her people, however, since they were late due to being stuck in traffic and got caught up with the paps. It wasn't long until little Miss tease waltzed on to the aircraft with her crew following behind her as if she did nothing wrong today. Without wasting any time, I started eyeing her up and down, scanning her body. I was staring at her so hard, watching her every move as she got situated for the long flight. If it was humanly possibly, I would've burned holes into her. She then sat next to me, resting her head on my shoulder after greeting me with a kiss on the cheek. She was not noticing anything at all. She was in her own bubble, stuck in her own pretty, little world.

I couldn't believe this. I'm losing at my own games. This is the type of shit I do. I tease her. I drive her crazy. Then I make her want it. Not the other way around. I decided to take some control back by messing with her.

"How was your day, did you have fun?" I nicely ask her.

"Yes, I had such a great time today. I was so starstruck. I felt like I was fan girling the whole time. Rihana has one of the kindest souls ever." She gushed as the plane took off into the sky.

"Mhmm. That's good to hear. And how did the pictures turn out?" I side eye her.

"Fantastic. I have some pictures that was sent to me by the team of the photos and behind the scenes. Look." She said, taking her phone out.

She was getting ready to show me when I stopped her in her tracks.

"Nah, I meant the other pictures." I say quietly to her so that she's the only one to hear me.

She gives me a puzzled look at first, seemingly not remembering what I was talking about. I look back at her with a blank expression, not saying anything as I wait for her memory to jog. A few seconds pass until she lets out a nervous laugh, scratching her hair.

"Oops. Almost forgot about that. I've been running on E all day." She pats my chest sheepishly.

I raise my eyebrows, waiting on an answer.

"To answer your question, I loved how they turned out. I hope you loved them even more though." She flirted in amusement.

She really thinks she's funny for that. What have I created? She used to be such a nice, innocent, shy woman before she met me. Now look at her: Being just as devious as I am. Wow.

I let it slide for now, letting her have it because we were on a plane. But best believe as soon as we entered that home, I fully plan on eating her out. Until then, I rested my hand on her upper thigh, silently letting her know that she was in for it. She looked at me through her lashes with a small smile on her face knowing she had won the battle this time, but also rolling her eyes, knowing what was to come. With that we all continued our flight home, everyone on the jet going to sleep from tiredness and due to the fact that it was already night time anyways.