Chapter 1

New Orleans. After Party from Pink Friday Tour.

Nicki's P.O.V.

The club was packed, to say the least. Team Minaj was everywhere I turned rapping along to my songs with me, I absolutely love them. Wayne, Birdman, and Mack Maine came along to the after party, it was only right I celebrate with my family YMCMB, since they're the reason I have any success. I was intrigued by a man that Wayne had brought with him by the name of Michael. Which was odd, because I have never seen this man from the 5 years I have been around Wayne. But I guess he grew up with Wayne in New Orleans, so when Wayne is out here, he always makes it a duty to see Michael, which is so adorable. I'm usually skeptical about people I don't know being in my personal space, but I didn't mind Michael being in the VIP with us, I actually didn't mind at all. He was sexy as fuck with a charming personality. He made me giggle like a little high school crush when he would talk to me, not too sure why but I had to urge to flirt with him, it was entertaining and I love to be entertained.

Now I usually don't get too fucked up at clubs, just because I'm big in the public eye and I will not embarrass myself. But the more drinks Michael bought for me along with good conversation, the more I was being lost in how much alcohol I consumed. I was belligerent. Wayne and Baby found this entertaining since their goal is to always get me fucked up in some way. Wayne knew my game with Michael. He knew I'd accept the drinks and flirt it up, maybe take down his number (which I did), but that was all, no farther than that. I don't try with these dudes, I have exactly what I need already. Safaree. As soon as the name popped in my head, I completely forgot he was the one I had come with. Where could he be? Michael was pushed to the last thought in my mind as I walked around the club drunk and trying to find my boo. The worry of him leaving started to rush over me. I grabbed my phone while ignoring everyone around me. No texts, no calls. Hmm..I go to my favorites list to dial his number...as soon as I hit "Call" and put the phone to my ear...ahhh, there he is. Socializing and taking pictures with TM, he's so humble, so perfect. After I end the call I notice that it was 2:45AM and the kid has a show tomorrow. I need food and sleep. I walk over to all my babies and take a group picture and chat for a little, they all found it quite amusing that I was stumbling around, but SB knew it was our sign to leave. We walked back up to our VIP section as I gathered my things together and waved to everyone in the club from the top and blew my kisses. Then it was my goodbyes to Wayne and Mack Maine and Birdman...and of course, Michael. Who thanked me for a wonderful night along with a kiss on the cheek. Once that was all over, it was 3:04AM and we were headed back the hotel. I couldn't tell if Safaree was acting strange or I was just being a shit show, but for now I just wanted some damn food. "Safaree baby.." I called out with my eyes still glued shut and everything in my head spinning. "Yeah?" he replied while rapping along to Mercy that was blaring from the speakers. "Can we get some food? Please I'm...I'm hungry." I opened my eyes and we're sitting in the Burger King drive thru, I swear this man can read my mind. My other half right there, my better half.

I walked into the hotel ready to have a nice fuck session and get a good night sleep, that was always the best. I walked into the room to realize there was two full sized beds instead on one king sized bed. This frustrated me. I tried pushing the beds together but I was either too weak..or just too drunk. Safaree handed me my purse, jacket, and phone. "You have a text from Michael by the way, goodnight" were the only things to come out of his mouth. I checked my phone and there it was, a text from Michael reading: If your in New Orleans for another night, I'd love to show you the town :)

The fuck? I just left this nigga 30 minutes ago, he needs to calm down and take a cold shower. I turned back to Safaree who was stripped in nothing but his boxers...oh god. "So are you not sleeping with me?" I asked while stripping down as well, two can play that game. "Nah Nic. Not really feeling it tonight" Da fuck? Who does this nigga think he is?

Safaree's P.O.V

Does she really think she gettin the dick tonight after she pulled that shit at the club? Nah, she must be a little too drunk. I grabbed a water and situated myself in the other bed while I could feel Nic's eyes burning holes into my skin. I knew she would blurt out something any minute now and... "Excuse me? What's your deal?" There is was. I knew she wouldn't last.

"Don't expect to be on a nigga's dick all night in front of my face and then come home and get some. That's not how I play" I replied, calmly. Because she hates when I'm calm when she's pissed. "Am I supposed to be on your dick all night out in the public? People think I'm single Safaree, what do you expect? We both know that guy means nothing" HA, just because people think she's single doesn't mean she can be all up in another dude's face right in front of me, let me just end this argument so I can get some sleep. "Ok." That simple reply, plus the alcohol in her...watch how mad she gets. "FUCK YOU SAFAREE" I know her too well. "No thanks, I'll stick with my hand tonight." I knew that would end it. She threw her shit on the floor and turned off all the lights and got in her seperare bed.

No one's P.O.V

Why are two single people fighting over a little flirting session? Once again, it's a relationship nobody understands. Not even the two people. Don't be too confused...you'll adjust.

The next morning Nicki woke up to a pounding headache and an urge to barf. Holding it in, she noticed Safaree wasn't in his bed, but she did smell an amazing aroma coming from the other side of the hotel suite. Walking over, she saw the table set with pancakes, bacon, orange juice, fruit, and a vase of flowers in the middle.

Nicki's P.O.V

Damn, as much as he can piss me off, he can always make up for it. I sat at the table while I watched Safaree come around from the corner and kiss the corner of my lips. Just like that, all of our problems have faded away. Breakfast was amazing and now I was craving a long hot shower with my baby. Which is exactly what I got. We washed each other down then I was pinned to the wall as I felt his soft lips place kisses all down my neck.
I could feel him getting harder behind me; I released from his grasp and tugged on him, sliding my hand up and down. He pushed my hand away and plunged into me. Shit. He was going so hard, my mouth was open but no words were coming out. I could feel him in my stomach, it was pleasure and pain all at the same time, the feeling was indescribable, he was definitely making up for last night. He turned me around and my leg immediately flew over his hip, latching on as he sucked on my neck and dug himself back into me. I felt myself on the urge of busting, by the way his moans were coming out, I could tell he was too. "Fuck Safaree...FUCK ahhhh" My moans turned into screams which turned into me cumming all over him. A few more thrusts and he pulled out just in time, busting his nut right on my ass. We finished cleaning each other off and then off we go, getting the day started. Make-up sex is great, but last night still repeated in my head. And we always have the same problem and the same solution, it's a repeated cycle. But there's only so much we can take because eventually the cycle will be broken...

Prologue

Hi readers! I decided to write up a new story, this is just a prologue so you will be able to see what the story will be based on. I will continue from the feedback I recieve so let me know what you think. Thank you and enjoy :)

Nicki: Where did you go?

SB: I went to go grab us some food. What’s up

Nicki: Yess!! Thank you. Just getting ready for the next scene so I will be in the dressing room, see you in a little

SB: Ok boo

Nicki set her phone down as Joyce started on her makeup for the next scene of the music video Nicki was shooting for a song called “Get Low” with Waka and Tyga. Although she was exhausted from just finishing her concert and a set of meet&greets, work is work and Nicki does everything she can to make her money and keep her barbz happy. In her head, she 'd much rather be at home in bed with the love of her life, Safaree. But that will have to wait and those thoughts were put aside as Joyce finished up Nicki’s final touches on her face.

Although nobody in the public eye knows about the hidden relationship between Nicki Minaj and Safaree Samuels, her family and close team were very well aware of the two’s “relationship.” Notice the word RELATIONSHIP in quotes, because realistically, nobody really knows what the relationship is except the two lovers themselves.  Well..let’s not get too precise, Nicki and SB can’t even describe their relationship. Why don’t you just ask them per say? Well, let’s see how Nicki responds when the question is thrown at her…back to the story…

As Nicki set down her blackberry after reading Safaree’s last text, that’s when Joyce felt the need to ask about their “relationship.” Joyce started putting away her make-up kit as Nicki applied her lipstick and changed outfits. “Sooo…” Joyce started. Nicki gave her a feisty look with a small smirk, already knowing where Joyce was headed with the conversation. “When are you going to tell the barbz about your relationship?” Nicki didn’t hesitated to shoot back an answer “I’m not in a relationship.” “But...you and Safaree…” Nicki then cut Joyce off “are in love with eachother. But no, no relationship.” Joyce gave Nicki a confused look as Nicki began to explain. “We’re in love with eachother. I could go the rest of my life without any other man than Safaree. But there is no relationship, putting a label on what we have would just ruin everything, especially with me being so big in the public eye. I’m single, he’s single. Technically, he could go fuck every bitch he lays eyes on..but he doesn’t. Because he’s single, but he’s committed. To me. As I am to him.” Just as Nicki was finishing up trying to explain her “relationship” with the man who has her heart, he walked through the dressing room door. “Ay grab this shit, it’s burning my hand!!” Nicki walked over and grabbed the hot coffee out of his hand to take a sip. Safaree laid out all the food on the table as Joyce said her goodbyes and went back onto the set.

There was a knock on the dressing room door as Nicki went to answer. It was one of the workers on the video shoot. “Hi Miss.Minaj, we are actually shooting Tyga’s verse first, so we won’t need you back on set for another hour or so. We will send someone to get you when we need you.” “Ok, thank you” Nicki closed the door then walked back to Safaree. “Another hour before they need me? Ok I’m taking this shit off.” Nicki began tugging at the zipper to her outfit but she couldn’t seem to reach the top of the zipper. Then she felt Safaree’s hands tug it down, the only hands that could send chills down her spine just from a touch. He helped her remove her clothing and stripped her until she was in her bra and thong, but he couldn’t resist. He fucked her on the dressing room couch. I won’t get into too much detail, since this is only chapter 1..but let’s just say that the two were lucky that they were in a room with soundproof walls. Because if not, the whole video shoot would have been knowing Safaree’s name.

Now, still confused as to what this “relationship” is? Well, it’s not a relationship. It’s two human beings that are madly in love with eachother but will not commit to a label or relationship of any sort in fear that it will just destroy what they truly have. Maybe that’s the best way to deal with a situation like theirs, maybe it’s not. Maybe you’ll just have to see for yourself…