Pink Friday Records and OVO

This is something I got an idea from a story I seen and I thought it would be an amazing idea actually. I will give them their credit the story is uncommitted love. I can't find the link but all credit to them. Yes I'm still doing Beautiful Love and I love how it's coming out so far I have so many chapters written already. Just want to do this on the side as well. Please let me know what u think and I will continue if I actually get feedback. Enjoy :p This is indeed ONIKAFAREE by the way. Straight through. Lol


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We're in Canada right now, Toronto to be exact. And once again, Safaree doesn't want to speak to me. He's mad that I decided to do OVO Fest with Drake. I mean I understand why but he should really try to be less jealous knowing how Drake is now. It's been some years and Drake still hasn't let up. Safaree should get used to it. Oh. How to describe me and SB's relationship, you ask? Friends. With benefits. And feelings. Difficult, eh? Tell me about it. It's always something. Always. But we really can't help that we love each other. We've tried to keep it strictly friends because we couldn't dare imagine life without the other but we couldn't hold it in any longer and that's when things took a turn. We don't label our relationship but we're basically together. But we're not. Confusing. But back to what I was saying. We're almost at OVO Fest-- wait I realize we're here seeing as how the driver is slowing down. I looked down at my phone at the new BBM. It was Drake.

Can't wait to see you. Take Care.

How cute. He should get that shit copyrighted or something. Atleast it's not that YOLO shit. I love the song but dear God, did people not know before he said that that you only live once or...? Whatever. I turn my head to the side as I see Safaree climbing out of the truck. I figure he's in one of his moods and he's not gonna open my door. I was right. I rolled my eyes and opened my door climbing out. I walked over and fell in place behind Safaree as it seemed he knew where we were going. He stopped when he felt that I stopped I guess. I took pictures with everyone who was just lingering around outside and smoking and being the pigs they were. I hugged Holiday, Drama, Meek and Rozay and moved swiftly on. I grabbed his arm as we walked up the steps and into my dressing room. He went and sat on the couch in the corner and messed with his phone. Probably texting Sean Kingston so when we go back he can drift off to Vegas with him and hit up the strip club. Happens every time something happens between us, he goes to the strip club and drinks the entire time. He doesn't even fuck with alcohol like that. Ugh. I don't want to think about this right now, whatever. I sat my phone down on the make up table and took off my t-shirt. Thankfully Joyce had already done my make up so all I needed to do was get dressed. I had on this really sexy bra so I decided that was what I'll wear tonight. ;) I like teasing Drake. He could never have me so it's fun. I know it's wrong messing with his emotions like that but it's always fun to see his face when he sees me practically half naked. It's always hilarious. I just hate having to go through the same argument with my baby after all this is over with when he should know he's the only one that matters. Look, here I go again. Thinking about the worst.

Anyways. I went over to the clothes and found this sexy red blazer. See, I don't like the color red. Safaree loves it. I'll wear the red blazer for him but of course Safaree wont think that. I snatched the blazer off the rack and toss it in the chair in front of the make up table. I make my way down to the rack of the leggings section. Oooooh. Cheetah leggings. Safaree loves me in anything with prints. I grab those and stop when I look down and see some sexy ass thigh high black boots. Hopefully when Safaree sees how sexy I look he'll get out of his attitude and show me some affection cause I could REALLY use one of his hugs and a kiss right now. Ugh. I wish things didn't have to be this way. Let me go get dressed. I walk over to the make up table and place a hand on it as I get into my leggings. I slide this red leather diaper looking thing no that I actually think about it over my leggings and take a seat when all of a sudden there's a knock.

"Safaree could you see who that is?"

He finally broke glance from his phone looking at me with his dead face. I gave a slight smile and he got up from the couch placing his phone in his pocket and heading towards the door. I looked in the mirror making sure my make up was right before I dropped my hand from my face and turned towards the door seeing Drake. I smile as he makes his way in only for my face to turn serious when I see Safaree leaving.

"SB, where are you going?" he stopped and slowly turned his head in my direction.

"Imma go holla at Drama about something." he said right before dashing off with the door unknowingly slamming behind him. I knew he was lying but where he was going I didn't know.

"Wow." I turned my attention back to Drake when I heard him speaking. He was rubbing his hand over his hair and looking at me as if he just saw Jesus. The dramatics. I smiled while looking at his obvious nervous face. He looked like he was about to break a sweat at any second. Poor thing.

"What?" I said still smiling.

"You look...amazing."

"Thank you, Drizzy." I turned my attention back to the mirror applying my lipstick. I wonder how long he's gonna stand there and do this nervous ass hair rub before he takes a seat somewhere. I look up at him through the mirror and he's still doing exactly what I just said.

"You can take a seat anywhere." I said laughing and putting the lipstick down.

"Ahhhh. I gotchu Nic. I need to get ready though I was just stopping by to see your sexy ass." He bit at me like he wanted to eat me. Mature. I playfully rolled my eyes. "Can I have a hug?"

"Of course, Drake." I hopped up out of the make up chair and walked into his extended arms. His cologne was OD strong and didn't smell good. Safaree's Gucci cologne smells sooooooooooo much better. I patted his back letting him know he could let me go from this hug already. I just wasn't feeling it tonight. He moved his head to kiss me on the cheek. I assumed he must have drank mouthwash before he came to speak to me cause the scent began to give me a headache. I leaned out of this hug figuring Drake wasn't going to anytime soon. I ran my hands over his facial hair as he smiled and laughed like a nervous little 16 year old boy on a first date looking down. Cute.

"Go get ready, boy. You're the headliner." I said trying to play it off but I was really not tryna make this situation go any further. He loves to try and actually get his lips on mine. Pauz.

"You rushing me off?"

Yes. "No."

"I see you need to finish getting ready yourself. Up in here looking sexy as fuck only in a bra." I smiled. Ok now. You can go get ready yourself, sir. I laughed.

"Bye, Drake." I grabbed his hand pulling him towards the door as he caressed my hand with his thumb. Eh. That's cool. I stopped at the door putting a hand on the knob waiting to open the door. "I need to finish getting ready as you can see." I smirked and looked over myself. I looked at my stomach for a second and finally saw the progression. Hey. I'm getting a little 6 pack. I looked up at his face that were fixated on my breast. I let go of his hand and put a finger on his chin making him tilt his head up and look me in the eyes. "See you on stage, babe." I patted him on the back as he turned and walked out. I shut the door behind him and waited some time before speaking up.

"Thank God." I hoped that wasn't him that just opened the door to my dressing room. I slowly turned but sighed of relief that it was Safaree. I stared at him as he made his way back to the couch and sat down not even acknowledging my presence. Ugh. Are we really doing this? He finally looked up from his phone to speak to me.

"You almost ready?" Really? That's it. k.

"Yeah. I'm actually wearing red for once. You like?" I put a hand on my hip and smirked at him letting my dimple show. I wish he would take off them damn glasses so I could see his eyes. They tell so much when he wont. He licked his lips and I assumed he was looking me over.

"Yeah. You look nice."

Seriously. Nice. That's it. I waved him off and I doubt he cared cause he quickly turned his attention back to his phone. I sat in the make up chair and put on those sexy ass boots and threw the blazer over my shoulders.

"Faree." I looked pass the make up table and at Safaree. He raised his head up. "I'm ready." He got up from the couch placing his phone in his pocket and extended his arm out to me. I grabbed hold and followed him out to the stage to watch the show.

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