As soon as he made it back to Springfield, he went straight to the studio and got on his grind. The album was finished, but it was not done.

He wanted to deliver the best work so that he was a surefy Grammy contender. All he had to do was study what worked. He looked at Icee's track record. Though rap was a whole other beast, Icee's first R&B album was the toast of the town.

What made it work?

He wrote and sang about his feelings. He put everything on the line, going from a rapper who talked about drugs, sex, parties, and diamonds, to talking about falling in love with his sister.

People ate that up. Women ate that up, and that was his audience. He wanted to make sure every song was for the ladies.

He called Sarena up.

"I want to scrap some of the songs on the album and redo-"

"I thought we were done?" He could tell his sister was asleep, it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Rena, I want this to top records. I want the top spot."

"Do whatever boy, bye," she said and hung up on him.

Then he called up Venetia and asked her to come to the studio.

"Ooo, is this where Icee and Tennille make all their hit songs?" she said, walking up in there.

"This is where I am working on the next number one."

"Oh, and look at that, I'm gonna be on your arm at the next Grammys."

Now she was talking nonsense. He was not, nor would he ever bring his jump-off with him anywhere in public. She was confused about her place.

"Venetia, it's been a long weekend, want to hook a brother up?" He undid his pants and pulled out his hard dick.

Her eyes grew big, she loved sucking on his dick. She immediately came over, got down on her knees, and went to work. He relaxed, eyes closed, imagining getting head international, all around the world when he would tour. Have all the French bitches, bitches in Germany, China, and Japan on his dick.

Then he thought about Ishii.

Yeah, she was on the roster, but she was special. He did not think of her as he thought of Venetia or his honies in L.A. Ishii and he had a different vibe. She was not his girlfriend or anything, but it was deeper than just sex.

After Venetia gave him head, he fucked her good on the couch in there then sent her home. He felt unfulfilled. She had not done it for him.

He went to his tablet to write a song. Then he came up with the words to the perfect song, about the perfect girl.

After he finished, he headed home and went into deep sleep. He had a light semester because he knew he would be busy with recording and releasing his album. The three classes he had were online. That left nothing for him to do all day.

He woke up, showered, ate a bowl of cereal, and then texted his mom.

"Mom, I haven't seen you in a while, I might stop by the restaurant."

"Nice to see my only son," she texted back

He headed to her restaurant which was full to the brim during lunch hour. He walked to the back to see his mother. She was there barking orders and dicing vegetables, like a boss. She wished he was this aggressive with his deadbeat father.

"Mom, you always look good in the kitchen." He kissed her cheek.

"Saw you and your sisters at the Grammys. That was nice. I am such a Tennille fan!" He could not believe his mother was fangirling over his sister. "She is so beautiful. Ishii and I cried when she performed."

Mentioning Ishii did something to him.

"Mom, can you make me lunch, and I-"

"Sure, and here, take Ishii lunch too. She's been homesick."

"What?"

He should have called or texted her while he was away. He was too busy having fun with all the girls except the one he really wanted to be with.

He grabbed two to-go containers from his mother filled with food and then headed to his mother's house. Sure enough, Ishii's car was parked there, even though he knew she had a class at this time.

He used his key to enter the house. Ishii was lying on the couch, a cover around her, face red, eyes bloodshot. He sat the food containers on the table and went to her, pulling her in his arms.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?"

She did not say anything to him.

He felt her forehead, it was not warm. He kissed her forehead and then pulled her tighter to him. "I was at my mom's place she said you weren't feeling well. I brought us food to eat, but if you need soup-"

"I'm not sick, idiot!" She pushed him away from her.

"If you're not sick..." He stopped thinking when he realized what it may be. "Are you... pregnant?"

"What? No!" She jumped up from the couch. "Why would you think such a thing? I don't want a baby with you and you don't want one with me. You don't even want to be seen with me, I'm just some girl you have sex with."

"Ishii, come on, you know you're more than that."

"I mean, I blame myself. You did say you didn't want a girlfriend, and I accepted that because I just wanted to be with you, CJ."

"I know."

"And you're this big superstar now. You can have any and every girl in the world. You're hot...you're fucking sexy...and the sex....damnit, you're amazing CJ."

He grinned at that. "Are you mad at me and complimenting me?"

"Shut up, idiot!"

"Okay." He sat there and let her continue.

"Why didn't you invite me to the Grammys?"

He was confused. That's what she was mad about? "Why didn't I...the Grammys? You wanted to go?"

"Who doesn't!"

"Ishii, none of us brought dates. Kitty brought her husband, Icee, the man that made all this possible. Sarena brought her husband, who also doubles as a bodyguard. This was about honoring our sister who passed away not..."

"Oh!" she said quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Ish," he stood up and grabbed her hands. "All while I was there I thought about you. I missed you."

He pulled her to him and kissed her. A lie to protect her. She did not need to know he wasn't thinking about her while he was fucking all the starlets he could at the after-party.

"I missed you too CJ."

"How much?"

She pushed him down on the couch and straddled his lap. "Get inside of me. Now!"

Damn, it was sexy the way she was sweet and innocent at one moment, then a wild sex freak at the other. He pulled out his dick, moved her panties to the side, and pushed inside of her as she gasped.

He held her ass and pushed her all the way down him.

"You miss this dick?"

"Yes."

He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "I wrote you a song. My favorite girl."

She moaned and twisted as she rode him up and down.

"It's called, Is She. It's about you, baby. You're going to be on the album."

"Oh CJ!"

After they both came together, they lay on the couch feeding each other the sushi rolls.

"Sorry, you didn't come to L.A. with me. I want you in my life Ish, more than just the sex. I still can't promise anything other than what this is, but I need you."

She kissed him on his lips. "I understand. It's who you are and what you're about to become."

"I want you to meet all my sisters." He fed her a roll. "Come to my sister's birthday party."

A/N: Will CJ ever come around? Will Ishii ever want something more? These two both irk my soul.

The answer is no! Neither will change in this book. Their story will continue in book seven 😁