Prologue

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          Nicki inserted her key into the slot of her hotel suite door. “Ugh!” she sighed in frustration. She could never seem to get the door open for some reason. The door swung open and on the other side of the threshold stood S.B. “Stupid door.” Nicki mumbled while shuffling her tired feet past him towards the sofa. She dropped her bags, kicked off her 3 inch Giuseppe high heels, and plopped down on the couch.

          “Your welcome.” S.B. said before sitting on the table examining her bags. Nicki took a good look at him. She started at his feet which were clad in a pair of white Nike crew socks. He had on a pair of gray Nike sweat pants and a white wife beater. He looked pretty bare to be S.B.

          “Thanks” she mumbled, “I’m just soo tired. She explained to him. “Amber sure does know how to shop.” S.B. chuckled at her love for shopping. If he didn’t know her so well, he wouldn’t be able to tell that she was slightly acting.

          “Quit bein’ a lil drama queen.” He told her. Nicki side-eyed him and stormed off to her room. S.B. just shook his head at her dramatic ways. He scooped up all her bags with ease, and went to her room. He saw a couple of the labels on the bags and knew that whatever was in the Ralph Lauren bags were for him because she rarely wore it. He knocked on the closed door with the hand that held the lesser amount of bags. 

          “Go away Safaree.” Nicki told him.

          “Nicki. Open the door.”

          “No, Safaree. Go away.”

          “You prolly ain’t even lock the door.” he said. He smiled to himself when he heard her tiny feet against the plush carpet and the ‘click’ of the lock being pushed in. “Welp, I guess I’ll go thru this Victoria’s Secret bag and see what you bought. Nicki hastily swung the door open and tried to snatch her bags from him.

          “Give me my shit Safaree!” Nicki screamed.

          “Come and get it.” He replied, dodging out of her reach and disappearing into another room.

          “Ugh!” Nicki pulled out her Blackberry and tweeted ’Barbz, tell @scaffbeezy to give me my stuff‘ and then went to go find him. She spotted him putting his phone into his pocket and picking up the bags again. Nicki noticed the red light on her Blackberry blinking. She saw that S.B. replied ’Aha! Nope. @NICKIMINAJ‘ so she responded with ’@scaffbeezy you better watch yo back nicca’

          S.B. grabbed his vibrating phone out of his pocket and read Nicki’s latest tweet. He set the bags down so he could respond and Nicki came up behind him, jumped on his back, and put him in a chokehold. He twisted and turned trying to get her off of him. “Nicki”, he gasped for air, “I-Can’t-Breathe!” He took another big gasp.

          “Oh my God, Safaree. I’m so sorry.” She said while letting him go. He turned around, bent down, grabbed her legs, and threw her over his shoulder all in five seconds. “Agh! Safaree, You little faker! Ugh! Let me go!” She beat her tiny fists against his back.

          “Nope. I’ma fuck you up. Haha”, he laughed. “Pauz dat.” Her punches felt more like a massage to his muscular back. He took her to her room, and slammed her down on her bed. “Errrrly” He stated before slamming his body down on top of hers, imitating something he saw on wrestling once. She couldn’t move anything except her head and neck with his massive body covering her tiny one. She bit down on his left ear until he screamed out “Aaagh! Fuck! Dammit Nicki, that shit hurted!” Nicki giggled. “Aiight den, if dats how you wanna play Nic den cool.” He used his legs to hold her lower body in place and grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She made no attempts to free herself from his hold. Their eyes connected, and Nicki slowly, but seductively licked her lips. He brought his head downwards until his face was only centimeters away from hers.  Her breathing slowed, and so did his. He gently crushed his lips down to hers, and parted her semi-closed lips with his tongue.

          “Mmm.” He heard her moan. When he finally lifted his face from their passionate kissing, Nicki whispered “more”.  The sexual tension in the air was thicker than Precious.   

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