Date: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 20:35:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com>
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.

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Chapter 10

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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...


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