Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 20:35:30 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee Subject: Sure Thing (Chapter 10) Sure Thing This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction. I would like to thank Deon Goodman for supporting the ideas for the story, and coming up with it. If you are under age (-18), please dismiss yourself from this site. Thank you. Chapter 10 _____________________________________________ The Tour continued on and off for months due to the contract issues Jay-Z has been having for months now. Not realizing how big his tour was getting, he's been offered more dates then he intended for the Artists. Pushing the end of Tour further and further back to where the Artists started to get pissed at him for the amount of work he's putting on them. Like Trey Songz. Trey went after him one day after arguing with his band members about the long stay. Everybody learned from the move he made and calmed him down he was threatened to get kicked off the Tour for his new found behavior. Jay-Z knew what he was doing but kept thinking about the money. Cared less for others. Playing the `slave' card on' em. In the last months everything started to set in. Including Drake's feelings for Deonte, though he's been unable to express more of them since Jay got Deonte busy as a mother fucker. Like now. Drake just got back from rehearsals and all he wants to do is relax and spend time with his baby. Although, his baby is stuck on his laptop, replying to E-Mails while texting Jay about a business deal he made for him while being put on hold for the next business call. Drake: Hey baby! (as he lays on the couch; turns off the TV) Baby! Deonte: (Takes a minute to answer) Yes baby?? Drake: What's going on? Every time I come home, you on some Jay-Z shit. Deonte didn't hear him as he just finished texting Jay and now answering the business call on the other line. Drake had enough of this shit,and got the fuck up. After sending off an E-Mail ,and putting more focus on the business call, when he swung his chair around, Drake immediately snatched the phone out his hands and hung it up. Deonte was in a shit load of shock, and Drake started breaking down to him. Drake: LOOK AT ME!!! (Drops on 1 knee; sinking what he just done) Just... look at me at least. Deonte: (gets emotions) Baby I'm so sorry. I'm just (cries). He keeps sending me contacts to other companies, more calls to make, and shit and I'm just fucking loosing it as much as you – Deonte engulfs even more shocked when Drake reveals to him a diamond engagement ring. Drake: Now, listen to me. I know it's too early, and I know the state of our relationship. We don't have to get married now, but baby best believe I wanna get married. So, Deonte Alfred Lawrence, will you marry me? Deonte: (Cries; takes a moment; screams in the highest pitch imaginable) YES!!!!!!!!!!!! Drake: (In disbelief) YESS?!? Deonte: YES! Drake: YESS!?! OH MY GOD I'M GETTING MARRIED! Both laughed and shared a long, deep and passionate kiss that night. Typically, in situations like this, couples would rush to bed and make long, passionate, and sensational love. Not this couple. They may have lit kissed, lit candles, and got naked, but both did nothing but grind, cuddle, kiss, and bask in each other's bare spaces for the rest of the night, sleeping together like they knew they would for a long time. Forming their own love making session. That next morning, Deonte woke up at 7am, earlier than Drake. He took a shower, and put nothing but his robe on. It was until he started fixing his coffee that he saw that ring on his finger again like it was the first time. He ran out into the hallway, screaming silently to himself before bumping into Nicki Minaj who was doing just the same. Deonte: Oh hey girl. Nicki: Hey girl. Both smiled hard and showed off their rings! Nicki: NO – Deonte YOU – Both: DIDN'T?!?!?! Both of them screamed to the top of their lungs, waking almost everybody up. Lloyd, Trey, and Miguel happened to be up. So was J. Cole, Jeezy, and Yeezy. All but bith Yeezy and Jeezy who stayed at their door way, came to both Nicki and Deonte. Lloyd: What is going on here? What I missed? Nicki and Deonte: (looks at each other) We got engaged! J. Cole: The fuck?! To each other?! I knew that Kool-Aid wasn't sweet enough! Trey slapped Cole in his care shoulder blade while they all chuckled at him, just when Drake walks to the door, flashing a smile. They all turned to him as he also flashed his identical ring to Deonte. Everybody, even Nicki's mouths dropped in the confirmation and filled their space with nothing but congratulations! Jeezy smiled and shouted congrats to them. Yeezy, on the other hand, wasn't to fond of it and slammed his door on his way back into his room. They all noticed couldn't find a fuck to give. They all went into Drake and Deonte's suite as Deonte continued to smooch on the lips of Drake who then left and went into the room, pull him with him. Before closing the door, Deonte noticed Jay was outside his room also and signaled Deonte to enter his presidential suite. He looked back at Drake who let him go handle his business with Jay. On his way inside, he remembers the conversation both him and his now fiancé had when having their own little private session last night. Deonte: You know we work waaaayyyy too hard right? Drake: Shit... we do. Especially you. Got me up in bed when I'm by myself, worrying about you at times. Deonte. I know.. I worry about you too. Like.. is this becoming too much for us? Drake: You know everybody else worry abut you too right? Seeing how he treats you like a slave like the rest of us, yet your closer to him business wise. Deonte: (sighs) Let's not think about it right now okay? (kisses Drake) Drake: Okay baby. Know that I love you, and we (sighs) we gotta do something about this. Deonte: What? Your hard on or this situation? Drake: (giggles with his baby) Both. Deonte chuckled to himself as he seats himself in front of Jay in his office, who sat there in a bathrobe too. Jay: I heard the announcement. Just wanna congratulations. Deonte: Thank you. Deonte tries to maintain his cool. Jay on the other hand gets up and starts walking towards him. Jay: So what happened with that business call last night? Did "Ms. Thing" get caught up in her "engagement" that she forgot to make the call, when telling me she was making it? Deonte: No. I made the call. Just didn't go through. Jay: (chuckles) Cause something else did right? (stopping in front of Deonte; flashing his hard on in his boxers) Deonte: (scuffs) I ain't fucking you nigga. Jay: (pulls it out) Oh really? (strokes it in front of him too) Listen nigga. You need a job don't you? Voice: You need a wife don't you? Both Jay and Deonte turned they heads so fast THEY would have caught whip lash after hearing the voice of Beyoncé. Jay covered himself well as Deonte rose up. Bey: (cuts Deonte off) You don't mind if me and my "husband" have a conversation? Oh yeah, congrats on the engagement. I left you both a little gift on the table in your suite. Deonte: Thanks Bey. Deonte went to the door but pretended to leave. Bey: LEAVE! (Deonte officially leaves) Thought you'd learn by now. (both stair at each other angerly; Bey pushed Jay) The fuck is your problem!? Jay: Say that shit again like I ain't see you and that afro chick from your band in your boat, bitch?! Bey was `bout to slap the shit out of him, but got an idea.. and ended up walking out with a smile on her face. Bey: You gon need the both of us! When Bey left, Jay sat his ass down and thought about what would come next. Bey immediately collected Deonte privately, telling him he's now on a paid vacation and is to not answer or pick up any calls for Jay unless it's from her. If Jay says anything, direct him to her. Deonte smiled from ear to ear and hugged Bey for giving him the break he's been waiting for. They both went back into the room and enjoyed the little breakfast engagement gathering everyone put together for both Nicki & Scarf Breezy and Drake & Deonte. They even joked about how much baby Blue Ivey looks just like Drake when he was a baby when he pulled up a photo. Blue kept staring at the photo, thinking it's her and they all laughed. While breakfast was being served, Kanye sat on his bed, watching E! News while on the phone with Wiz who was getting his toes sucked by some random twink he just met last night. Kanye: Dude... Niggas getting married and shit. Wiz: (moans) Who? Kanye: Drake my nigga. Wiz: What?? (laughs) Ohhhh... shit! Nigga popped the question now? Kanye: Pss.. Hell yeah. Nigga crazy thinking `bout tying down and shit. Wiz: Hell yeah. (as he pulls the white, blonde haired twink by his hair up to suck his dick) Why you mad? Kanye: Mad? Nigga shut the fuck up. Wiz loudly moans in the phone while teasing Yeezy for being mad. Kanye hangs up as he dwells in his hatred. Kanye: I ain't fucking mad. Kanye launches his remote at the wall. The very second Chris Brown wakes up to a video chat call on his iPad. He answers it in his sleepy daze, not realizing it was Game. To be continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers that's rare on here thats well-know, send your suggestions to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com)