Chapter 3: Sleepover

The car had just pulled up to Nicki’s house. Nicki had fallen asleep in Drake’s arms and he didn’t want to wake her but knew she had to go.

“Nic, you have to wake up now.” Drake said rubbing her back gently.

“Nooo. Five more minutes please.” Nicki groaned which made Drake laugh.

“You're home Nic.” Drake said gently sitting her up. Nicki let out a small yawn and stretched her arms then leaned back into Drakes body. “What’s the matter? You don’t wanna go home. I bet you’ll be happy to get in that big bed of yours.” Drake joked.

“Can you stay with me?” Nicki asked in a small voice.

“You know I’d love to but I don’t have any clothes.”

“So what? You can just put back on those clothes in the morning.”

“Put them back on?” Drake asked with a grin.

Nicki caught on. “Shut up. You not gon be naked in my bed fool. You know what I meant.”

“I can dream can’t I?”

“Whatever. So are you gonna stay?”

“Of course.”

Drake and Nicki made their way into the house. After Nicki showered and changed, she crawled into the big bed. Drake stripped down to his boxers and slid in with her. Damn he’s fine she thought as she watched his chiseled chest move closer and closer to her.

“You gon stay all the way over there?” Drake asked with his brow raised. Nicki quickly scooted closer go him and snuggled close to his body. She clapped her hands twice and the lights turned off. Drake pulled Nicki closer to him and they both drifted off into slumber. For the first time in a long time, Nicki’s bed no longer felt empty, and neither did her heart.

The next morning, during Nicki’s dream, she felt a hot burning sensation. The feeling was getting hotter and hotter until she could hardly stand it anymore. She was feeling the pain and it was growing, fast. It continued to grow until Nicki’s eyes flew open and she let out a riffling scream. Drake emideiatly woke up when he heard the scream.

“Nicki what’s wrong?”

Tears started to flow down her face. She could hardly speak.

“Nic tell me whats wrong!”

“MY ARM!” She screamed out in pain.

“Drake immediately looked over at Nicki’s arm and saw that it was covered in liquid as well as the sheets around her arm. They were covered in a brown liquid but he couldn’t make it out. When he looked around to see what could have caused it, he was shocked at the sight before him. Safaree was standing in front of the bed looking angry as hell.

His chest was heaving heavily in and out. One of his fists was balled up tightly while the other held a cup of coffee. Drake looked around the room and saw the other cup on the floor. Tears were streaming down Nicki’s face but her mood soon turned to rage.

“SAFAREE YOU THREW COFEE ON ME!” Nicki screamed.

“I come to apologize to you and bring you coffee and you got this nigga half naked in your bed!”

“What I do in my house is none of your concern.” He has got to be out of his mind. She thought.

“Get up!” Safaree said to Drake.

“What?” Drake said getting even angrier than he already was.

“GET THE FUCK UP!”

“Safaree you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend and we're not even together!” Nicki screamed.

“But we could be!”

“NO WE CAN’T! I’m not doing this with you anymore! You need to leave!”

“I need to leave? You choosing this piece of shit over ME?” That was the last straw. Drake got up and walked over Safaree and sized him up. Safaree was a lot broader than Drake and they were about the same height but he figured he could take him. “Come for your ass woppin white boy?” Safaree asked. Without warning Drake decked Safaree square in the jaw. He threw two more punches before Safaree picked Drake up then slammed him into the ground, knocking the breath out of him. He held Drake steady and threw punch after punch after punch after punch. Safaree was about to throw his fifth punch when three of Nicki’s security guards barged into the room. They grabbed both of the men off the floor and restrained both of them and were making their way out the door with them.

“Wait. Let Drake stay please.” Safaree looked over with an evil look in his eyes. “You can do whatever you want with him. I could care less.” Nicki said with venom in her voice. After the guards left Drake went over to his clothes and started to put them on. “Drake I’m so sorry.” Drake didn’t respond. “Are you mad?”

“Yes.” Drake answered dryly.

“Please forgive me I didn’t-”

“I’m not mad at you… I’m mad at him.”

“Oh. So what can I do about that?”

“I don’t think there’s anything you can do.” Drake said getting up fully dressed.

“I’m sorry.”

"Don’t be. How’s your arm?” Drake asked looking down at it.

“I’ll be okay.”

“I’m gonna head out.”

“Your leaving?”

“Yeah.” Drake said rubbing the back of his head.”

“Well… I’ll see you later right?”

“I don’t know. I’ll let you know.” Drake said making his way to her door.

“Bye.” Nicki said sadly.

“See you soon.” Drake said then kissed her lips softly. Nicki watched him leave the house and drive away from her bedroom window. She was pissed. This would be the last time Safaree ruined anything for her.

Chapter 2: Love is in the Air

The show was almost over when another commercial break interrupted the show. Nicki had been siting between Drake and Wayne all night and had been having a great time. Seeing Drake again brought back the memories that she loved. Earlier in the show both Drake and Nicki won an award. As promised, Nicki went onstage with Drake and congratulated him. Safaree had been watching them all night. As they started up another conversation Safaree could feel his anger bulling inside him. He was jealous that Nicki hadn't even bothered to sit next to him. He looked over at Nicki who was giggling at whatever Drake was whispering in her ear. He was about to get up and say something ignorant when the announcer said they would be back on air in 30 seconds. He thought carefully and decided to use that time to calm himself down.

After Taylor Swift closed the show with her performance Drake and Nicki made it back stage to her dressing room. This had to be the best night she'd had in a long time. Nicki locked the door behind her and sat down on the couch with Drake. He was daydreaming and admiring her face with her striking features. All he could think about was being able to wake up to that beautiful face every morning. Especially with no make up because that’s when he thought she was most beautiful.

“Whacha thinkin about?” Nicki asked as she snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Oh umm… so I was wondering if we could maybe... catch up sometime.” Drake said while rubbing the back of his head.

“Well I go back on tour in a week.”

“Soon maybe?”

“Of course. I’m always open to spending time with my husband.”

Drake grinned at her response. Cool, is tomorrow night okay?”

“Perfect. So, where are you taking me sir?” Nicki asked in her British accent.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Oh, look who’s trying to be a bad boy.” Nicki cooed while gently pinching his cheeks. Drake put his hand over hers and they gazed into each other’s eyes. It was almost as if they were connected. Nicki felt butterflies in her stomach and turned away blushing. Just then a yawn took over her body.

“Tired?” Drake asked.

“Yea, I don’t even know how I’m gonna make it to my limo.” She said, stretching her arms. Nicki looked over at Drake and batted her eyelashes while poking out her bottom lip.

“Is that so?” Drake asked, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Yep… well?”

“Well what?”

“Weeell?

“I don’t read minds Nicki.” She held out her arms and he figured he’d let her slide this time. He picked her up bridal style and spun her around. “Where to?”

“My limo.”

“Nic, peope will see us.”

“No, everyone’s gone to the after party by now.”

“You don’t wanna go?”

“No, I’m too tired.” She said resting her little head on his muscular chest. “Get to steppin Mr. Graham.”

Nicki was right. There was hardly anyone outside when they got there. It was almost deserted. It might have been quiet if it weren’t for the constant booming coming from what Nicki guessed was her limo. Drake put her down as they neared the noisy limo. The chauffer opened the door for Nicki to reveal six slutty looking girls with Safaree inside. Nicki was furious.

Safaree looked up when he finally noticed her. “Oh, what up Nic. I didn’t see you there.”

“Safaree. Get these thirsty lookin hoes outta my limo so I can go home.” Nicki was holding back the anger but it was clear in her voice. That and annoyance.

“No can do Nic. See, were going to the after party. Me and all my girls.” He said stretching his arms around two of them.

Nicki was so angry she couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t be serious. She was on the verge of exploding. Drake noticed her body language and bent down to whisper in her ear. “I can take you home you want.”

Nicki turned to him and hugged him. He walked her over to his car and told the driver the location.

“WELL GOODBYE TO YOU TOO!” Safaree yelled from across the lot.

“Freaking asshole.” Nicki muttered under her breath.

As the duo slid into the car, she felt the tears coming. How could Safaree play her like that? First he’s dead serious about wanting to get back together then he invited a group of hoes to party in the limo that she paid for. What did he have to offer her anymore? Safaree seemed to be getting more useless everyday. Then there was Drake. The sweet hearted guy that had always been there for her no matter what.

“Hey Nika don’t cry.” Drake said as a stray tear slid down her face. He brushed it away with his thumb and brought her close to his chest. He couldn’t stand seeing her cry, especially over someone as stupid as he thought Safaree was. He rubbed her back and tried to clam her down.

“Thank you Aubrey.”

“For what.”

“For always being there for me… and never hurting me.”

“I would never hurt you Nicki. I love you too much to do that to you.”

“But you don’t mean that.” Nicki stated sadly.

“What are you talking about? I mean everything I say to you.”

“You say you love me but you don’t love me the way I think I love you.”

“I think I do.”

Nicki lifted her head to look at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He assured her.

“Are we talking about he same thing?” Nicki questioned.

“We’re definitely talking about the same thing.”

“So you love me.” Nicki asked grinning.”

“More than that. I’m in love with you.”

“I think I am too.”

“Think?”

“I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.” Nicki said, looking down again.

“That’s okay for now. As long as your mine and I’m yours.” Drake said lifting her chin to look at him.

“Is it really that simple?” In that instant Drake leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips. Nicki deepened the kiss when she snaked her tongue into his mouth. As they pulled apart Drake looked deep into Nicki’s Eyes.

“It really is.”

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Chapter 1: VMAs

Nicki was just waking up as her private plane slowed down the runway in LAX and she was exhausted. She was just coming home from the UK where she was in the middle of her Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded tour. The VMAs were tomorrow night so she’d be back on the go again. She didn’t even have an outfit picked out yet so she guessed she’d be spending the day working on her ensemble. It seemed like she was never getting a break anymore. She couldn’t be that mad though. She was defiantly excited that she would get to see Drake.

Ever since their careers had skyrocketed they hardly got to see each other anymore and she missed him. The old days where they would joke around on the tour bus and crack jokes all day is what she missed the most. That was life. But how could she be feeling this way? Everything she had ever wanted she had achieved. She was famous, known world wide, and selling platinum albums. What more could she want? What more did she need? Little did she know, the answer was love.

She was snapped out of her daydream when Manny let her know it was safe to get off the plane. She looked over at the rest of her team exiting the plane… except Safaree. He was sprawled out in his chair with his mouth hanging wide open.

“Damn buffoon." Nicki muttered under her breath. She was tired and cranky and wanted to go home. She lazily got out of her chair and walked over to Safaree’s seat. “Faree get up.” she said nudging him gently. He didn’t even stir. “Faree.” She said while nudging him again. When she got no response she could feel her temper coming on until she got an idea. She leaned close to his ear and whispered “Faree, there are strippers in your bed.”

“What? Where?” Safaree said groggily as he rubbed his eyes.

“Thought that would get you up.” Nicki said, walking away with a devilish grin.

“You too cruel Nic.” Safaree said, getting up out of his chair. He followed Nicki out of the plane to the rest of her team.

Nicki said her goodbyes to everyone then got into her car. As the driver took her home all she could think about was her soft and comfortable king sized bed. It was 2:30 in the morning and the 16-hour flight had exhausted her. She never got much sleep on planes because of her fear of heights so she would be happy when she got home. After showering and performing her bedtime routine she finally crawled into the center of her big bed. While trying to fall asleep all she could think about was how lonely it felt to be in her big bed by herself but soon she finally dosed off into a deep slumber.

The next day Nicki was woken up by the alarm on her phone. She checked the time. It was 8:00 AM.

“Five freaking hours of sleep.” She groaned. She slowly got out of her bed to perform her morning rituals then headed downstairs in her robe to see what all the noise was. When she got downstairs she couldn’t help but laugh at Terrence being ratchet and making a fool out of himself. Safaree, Joyce, and Kanna all erupted into laughter as Terrence's loud ass made another joke.

“Boy get off my couch.” Nicki laughed as she entered the room. “What are you guys doing here. I told you I wasn’t sure if I was even gonna go.”

“You were serious? Of course you have to go. It’s the VMAs!” Joyce said shocked.

“Come on Nic you’re nominated for two awards. Two. Do you know how big of a deal that is?” Safaree interjected.

“But Faree, I’m not gonna win any. There are amazing artists in my categories like Drake, Beyonce, Rihanna, and Katy Perry. Come on! We all know I don’t stand a chance against them so why even go?” Nicki hung her head and headed into the kitchen. Safaree felt bad. He told the others he’d be back and followed Nicki into the kitchen. She was getting herself some water when she turned around and saw Safaree standing there. “Faree I don’t wana talk about it.” she said with her lip poked out.

“I’m not askin you to talk about anything but I’m askin you to listen. Look Nic, you’re amazing at what you do and you need to be more confident in your music. You make that music for your barbz and they always come through for you because they love you… I love you.”

“Aw, thank you Faree. That means a lot to me.” Nicki said moving towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She looked up at him and stared into his eyes. “I love you too.” At that moment Safaree felt brave. He leaned down and let his lips lightly touch hers but Nicki quickly broke the kiss. away. “Faree we can’t do this, not again.”

“But things are different now… I’m different now and I’ll never hurt you like that again. We can make this work. Why won’t you give me another chance?”

“I have given you another chance. I forgave you, which was a hard thing for me to do. Now we’re back to being friends and I want it to stay that way.”

“Stop fightin this Onika. Stop fightin us.”

“I have to get dressed.” She said detaching herself from Safaree. “Thank you for what you said though.” And with that, she left him standing there, wondering if she would ever let him back in again.

It was now 7:00 PM and Nicki was finally ready. It had taken her all day to prepare for the show. She ended up settling for a red and black bodysuit with black pumps and a yellow and pink fused short curly wig toped with a cute hat. She was waiting on the couch when the limo arrived. Joyce, Kanna, and Terrence had already left so she was alone. Once she approached the limo the driver opened the door for her. She got in and saw Safaree texting on his phone. “Hey.” She said once she realized he wasn’t going to acknowledge her.

“Sup.” He said not looking up from his phone.

This Nigga she thought. “And you wonder we not together.” She said with attitude.

“What?” Safaree finally looked up from is phone, wondering if he had heard right.

“Did I stutter?”

“You know what-”

“What?” She challenged.

“I’m not even gon do this with you right now.”

“Well obviously you have something on your mind or you wouldn’t be coppin such an attitude!”

“You need to calm down.”

“I need to calm down? You must be joking! You’re the one over there actin like a child ignoring me in my limo. If you think-”

“I’m tryin Nic!” The limo quickly fell silent. Safaree composed himself before speaking again. “I’m tryin so hard and all you do is push me away. I need you to stop playin with my heart.”

“Aint nobody playin with your damn heart Safaree.” Nicki said bitterly but as soon as the words left her lips she regretted saying it.

“You know what, I’m done.”

“Me too.” She felt bad that he felt this way but could she give her heart to him again, only to have him break it a second time. You know what they say. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. For the rest of the ride the two sat in silence, making no eye contact. Once they arrived, the two got out and headed for the theater. Once they got inside Nicki turned to tell Safaree something but he wasn’t there. “Stuborn Ass.” She muttered.

It was only 7:30 but she didn’t feel like watching the pre-show. She made her way backstage to her dressing room where Terrence had set up her outfit for her surprise performance with Alicia Keys. She was going over her verse when she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her tiny frame behind her.

“Hey beautiful.” The man whispered in he ear. She knew that voice all too well.

“Aubrey!” She turned around to face him and gave him a tight squeeze. “OMG! I haven’t seen you in like forever!” She continued to hug him as she buried her face into his chest.”

“I’ve missed you.” He said softly in her ear.

“Me too.” She said as she looked up at him. “So how is the famous Dizzy Drake?”

“Good, and how is Ms. Nicki Minaj?”

“Fine.” She giggled.

“So, I hear were nominated in the same category. Think you can beat me?” He asked as he gently pulled her closer to him.”

“Actually… I don’t think I have a chance.” She said with a pout on her face. “I know you’re gonna win.”

Drake immediately felt bad. “Nika I didn’t mean to-”

“I know.” She interrupted. “But I’ll be rooting for you tonight.”

“Tell you what?”

“What?”

“If I do win I want you to come onstage with me.”

“Aubrey I can’t. That’s suppose to be your time.”

“Nic if you don’t come onstage with me I won’t except it.”

“Well… I guess.” she said unsure

“Yeah?”

“Fine.” she smiled.

“What’s going on in here?” Both Drake and Nicki looked over to an angry looking Safaree.

“Just catching up man.” Drake said. He had never liked Safaree and after what he did to Nicki, he lost all the respect he'd actually had for him. He was annoyed that he thought he had rights to her as if she was still his. Well Drake was going to change that because he had a plan to make Nicki his, and soon.

“You gonna let go of her?” Safaree asked angrily referring to Drake's arms that were still wrapped tightly around Nicki.

“No.”

This infuriated Safaree. “Nigga if you don’t-”

“Okay Safaree.” Nicki interjected, gently pushing away from Drake. She was annoyed at Safaree right now but didn’t want a fight to go down in her dressing room.

“Get out.” Safaree said to Drake.

“Excuse me?”

“Get. Out.” Safaree repeated slower and getting more agitated by the second.

Drake looked over at Nicki. “I’m so sorry Aubrey. I’ll meet you when the show starts. Save me a seat between you and Wayne okay?” She leaned up to kiss his cheek. He nodded and flashed his ear to ear smile then made his way past Safaree, glaring at him angrily before leaving out the door.

“You wanna explain to me what that was?” Safaree asked Nicki. He was still fuming.

“I don’t have to explain shit to you. Your just being plain rude.”

“I’m not bein rude Nic. That ass was huggin up on you!”

“First of all DO NOT call him an ass. If anyone has been an ass today it’s you. And second of all, I hugged him too.”

“Did you like it?” Safaree questioned.

“Gosh! SO WHAT if I did! Your acting like a jealous boyfriend Safaree and I thought I made it very clear today that we’re not even close to getting back together.” Silence fell upon the room. “Can you please leave Safaree, I really don’t feel like being around you right now.”

“No.”

“Okay, then I’ll leave.” Nicki said moving towards the door until Safaree blocked her way.

“No.”

“Stop playing games Safaree.”

“Stop calling me Safaree.”

Nicki let out a deep sigh. “Faree please move.”

“No. Not until you forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” Nicki asked while lifting an eyebrow. This should be good. She thought.

“For bein a dumbass in the limo… and just now. Just tell me what I need to do for us to work.”

“There’s nothing you can do right now except give me space Faree.”

“So does this mean you forgive me?”

“I don’t know cause that didn’t sound like a legit apology to da kid.” Nicki said grinning.

“Nicki, I’m sorry for ignoring you in the limo and… for bein… rude to Drake.” He said the last part quietly but Nicki still heard it.

“Your forgiven Faree.” Nicki said reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. He rested his arms around her waist and snuggled his face into the nape of her neck. “Come on. Shows gonna start soon and lord knows I’m already late to enough things.” Nicki grabbed Safaree’s hand and led him to their seats. What a crazy day.