You were looking so good to me
That night we met, I could not see
How deep you were to penetrate my heart, mmm
Now that some time has passed
It made me think that this was meant to last
I never want to be apart, oh, no, no

When do I want to see you
When do I want to please you
Every day of the week
When do I want to love you
When am I thinking of you
Every day of the week

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, even on Sunday
-Jade

She did not want to be going through what her girl was going through. Melodie kicked all his things to the curb when she got back and they changed the locks. Her play brother was calling her and begging her to let him talk to Melodie. She was not trying to get in the middle of that.

It was a crazy few weeks. After they got back from Japan, they were back in Atlanta to officially start work on their fourth album. They would be in the studio day and night. Whenever she was recording, she tried to be on a strict diet as well. Certain foods fucked up your vocals cords.

And no smoking or drinking either. She liked to get wasted with the best of them, but she was a professional about her music.

Most of the songs for the album were going to be songs written by M'Liyah. Each album had a bit more of her songs, with this one being majority hers. She hated that. She tried her hand at writing and though she could come off with some bars here or there, it wasn't as coherent as what M'Liyah was putting out. Still, she submitted what she had and any other ideas to Spitfire.

"Asia's coming in the studio today to knock that one out."

She rolled her eyes and walked away from him, but he grabbed her arm.

"Be professional."

Yeah, whatever. She walked into the sound booth with M'Liyah and Melodie warming up their voices doing some harmonizing.

"Men are dogs," Melodie said, looking over the song sheet. "LiyLiy, can you write a song about these bum ass men out here?"

"Say My Name, Bust Your Windows, Beautiful Liar, Before He Cheats..."

"Yeah, but we can put our PT flava on it," Ginger said. "Sheeiit, fuck it, how about we flip the script and we talk about how we can play their asses."

"Totally not our style. We're the good girls," M'Liyah said.

"Sounding like Momma Pam," Ginger said with a huff.

"Sounding like a chick that ain't been cheated on," Melodie said.

Ginger dapped up her girl. "Amen! Mel, let's me and you work on that shit together."

"Bet."

"You ladies done in there messing around? Let's lay something down before Asia gets in here."

She did like the song that Asia would be recording with them. It was a hot dance track and she hoped they got to do a video, even with Asia in it. She wanted to out dance her old ass and take her shine. Chick was over twenty years older than them, she couldn't hang.

When she finally arrived, with several little flunkies around her, she was all up on Spitfire's face.

She was going to throw up.

"Hi girls," she said, walking over to them, giving them air kisses. "We are going to make history with this song. I love it so much Liyah, you are a phenom."

"So glad you like it. I'm so honored to get to work with you finally."

"You will be submitting some songs for my album, right?"

"Of course."

She could not wait to get out of that studio as soon as they were done. The others wanted to hang around and hear the playback and hang with Asia, but she was good. She texted Craig that she was done. He was in the next studio down the hall. She went down to see him. He came out just as she was at the door.

"Hey, girl."

"I'm done for the day."

"I'm not. We putting in work. What you 'bout to do?"

"I wanted to hang with you." She started to kiss him, he held her back.

"Yo man just down there, girl stop."

"I told you he's not my man."

"Your fuck buddy, whatever you want to call it."

"Come on Craig, I want to be with you. Can you come by my place when you're done?"

"Why? You want me to bring some smoke?"

"Naw, I can't smoke while recording. I just need you."

"What we gone do?"

"Whatever you wanna do," she said, kissing him.

"Don't play," he said, holding her and kissing her again, his tongue ravishing her mouth.

"Craig, I want you so bad!"

"I got you girl. Imma leave now. You wait for me at your car, let me tell my fam," he said going back into the studio.

Oh yes! Fuck it, if men could cheat and do whatever the hell they wanted to, why the hell couldn't women. Girl power!

True to his word, Craig got into her car and she was all smiles driving to her place.

"You tell your boys you kicking it with me?"

"Naw, they don't know I'm fucking with you."

"What? You ashamed."

"What we do ain't got shit to do with them. We party together every night, in every city we got different freaks. I'on wanta put you on that level with them, cuz you not."

Sometimes he said things like that and he penetrated her heart. She did not think she could feel so deeply for another man other than Spitfire. Craig was so different.

They did not make it in her place good and they were ripping at each other's clothes.  He had on sweat pants and a t-shirt, and that was easy off and on the floor at the door. He had problems getting off her tights jeans and wrap-around shirt, but once removed, he leads her into her kitchen

"What we doing in here? You wanna fuck in here?"

"I need some things."

He grabbed a big bowl, took it over to her refrigerator and put it under her ice-maker, and got a lot of ice. He looked in the freezer for something.

"Oh, we gone use this ice cream too, later."

He took an ice cube out of the tray and put it in his mouth, then rubbed it all over her left breasts, then the right. She was so hot and turned on, she quickly melted that ice and Craig kissed her. Grabbing another cube of ice, he held it in his mouth again, this time sliding it across her lips. She sucked the ice cube from his mouth and planted kisses down his chest till she was on her knees.

She took the ice out of her mouth and slid it over his hard dick, before taking him in her mouth.

"I hope you ate your Wheaties, cuz Imma wear yo lil ass out."

"You better bring it."

Craig was a lot experienced for his young twenty years. He did things to her she saw in damn porno movies. Things Spitfire could never attempt. He had her in doggy style, sixty-nine, reverse cowgirl, up against the wall, on the floor on the window ledge, with ice cream dripping in her crevices that he licked up.

She did need some Wheaties. She got out of the bed and went to get them something to drink. She needed a second wind. She saw her phone buzzing on the floor by the door where she dropped it. She went to pick it up.

Of course, it was Spitfire.

Where u at?

Home. In bed. Sleep

Might as well tell a lie, he was so good at it.

I wanna come over

Not tonight

She hoped he dropped it at that. She went back to Craig who was laying his sexy ass in bed, half-covered, rubbing himself.

"I ain't done with you."

"Boy! You really are trying to hurt me or something. Here, have some water. I mean, you sucked everything out of me, I'm dry." She took a long gulp of water.

"I'll get you wet again," he said, pulling her in the bed.

She giggled and snuggled up against him.

"I see why my man sprung out on you, shorty. You got that Fiy-yah-yah-yah-yah!"

"Craig, I really like you. I think about you all the time, like every day of the week."

"Yeah, right."

"I do!"

He slid his hand between her thighs and played with her. "You da winner girl. I'm done fucking with these bitches. If you my girl, then that's that."

Damn, he wanted to settle down with her when he was on top of his career like that. She didn't know if she was ready for that. She definitely was not ready to give up Spitfire.

But she could give him up temporarily. Every day of the week, she indeed spent it with Craig. Every night they made love. Every night it was better and better. She knew she was playing with fire. Craig was crazy about her...she just didn't know if she felt the same way.