Tone I love you! #Tonetherapper #Tone

Marry me #Tonetherapper

U don't have to be lonely boy, be wit me!! #Tone #Tonetherapper

Don't Look Down is a hit! #tone #Tonetherapper

you are fiyah! #tonetherapper

He woke up the day after fucking Riyah to his hashtag #Tonetherapper going viral and trending. Not really because of his music, but because it seemed he sent out a distressed signal while he was feeling all lonely.

His DMs were so jampacked he would never get through them all. He could not even follow all the people who followed him overnight. Now his number of followers was tripled and multiplying by the minute.

"What in the hell?" He scrolled through his phone as he was still in bed with Riyah in his hotel room.

This shit was bananas to him. He checked his text messages and saw that Sarena texted him.

You're trending! We need to capitalize on this. Call me.

He sat his phone back down, rubbed his face, and looked at Riyah sleeping peacefully. Last night was the best night of his life. Sex was good, but Riyah was something special.

He kissed her forehead and squeezed her next to him, which made her wake up.

"Sorry."

"Morning," she said with a stretch. "Ugh! Do I look a mess?"

"You look beautiful." He was not lying. There was something about Riyah's beauty that when first awake, no makeup, hair all a mess, that made her natural beauty even more unique.

"Ugh!" she rubbed at her matted hair from all the sweaty, hot sex they had last night. He recalled yanking on it while he hit it from the back. All that long hair of hers was real. "I can't believe I slept with you and just met you."

"What? We met at the Grammys!"

"Yeah but, you had a whole girlfriend."

"Had." He kissed her forehead again.

"Ugh!" She pushed away from him and jumped out of bed. "I look a mess, I smell a mess and I know I have morning breath."

"I don't care."

"So sweet." She smiled at him and then grabbed her purse from the floor. "Let me call my people to bring some things so I can get really cute for you, okay."

She went off to the bathroom and closed the door. Within an hour, she was showered, refreshed, and looking amazing again. Her assistant brought her toiletries and a cute lingerie thingy she put on. She climbed back into bed with him.

She snuggled next to his bare chest and held her phone out and took selfies of herself, with him, but made sure his face was not shown.

"Are you ashamed to be with me or something?" he asked her.

"What? No!" She gave him a long passionate kiss. "I feel like the luckiest girl alive. You were incredible last night."

She took a few more pictures, this time with his bed, in the bed, laying next to her.

"Do you mind if I post? It will make us sorta kinda...official."

"Sure." He was not thinking maybe he should run it through his people first because he still felt like a nobody. Why did Sarena or Icee or anyone at Da Factory Hitz need to know he was hooking up with a big-time celebrity?

Or maybe now it was more than that. A female was not going to post pictures of just a random guy she hooked up with. That made him think, was he ready for more? A relationship that fast? He felt like he just got out of one, even though it was months ago.

Later that day when he called Sarena she was on his ass.

"So you're fucking Riyah James now? My sister wasn't good enough for you."

"Huh? What?"

After another round with Riyah, he showered changed, and left the hotel to have a late breakfast at a nearby cafe. Riyah ate light as a bird, a bowl of fruit, and loads of coffee. He had eggs, turkey bacon, and avocado toast with a glass of milk. He still ate like he ate as a teenager.

After that, they headed out to do some shopping around town.

"Oh, play dumb little boy," Sarena said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Riyah has you and her all over her IG...naked and in bed. The hell?"

"My bad, I'm sorry, I told her it was okay to post."

"And not share on your feed? Boy, are you nuts? We need all of that on your accounts as well. They are loving the two of you together."

"Really?"

"Yes! Now post the pics on your page and use your hashtag. Hell, I may be getting old, but I know what it means to go viral and what that will do for your album. Let's milk this shit."

He had no idea what all of this meant. Going viral for hooking up with Riyah? He did not want fame that way, but on the other hand, if it helped record sales, why not.

"You're not mad?" Sarena was known to pop off about any and everything sometimes.

"Hell no! Fuck whoever you want...just not my sister. Keep the broads coming."

"Sarena, I'm not like that. I don't sleep around. I like Riyah, I'm with her now, we're at the mall shopping."

"Good! Take more pics of you two together. And post some more lovey-dovey tweets, the girls love that. Bye."

He would never understand this showbiz business. People were already in his life as if it was theirs to dissect. He was not even "rich famous" yet, as in having millions in the bank. With his signing bonus plus the money he made on doing a few shows, he had about a cool hundred G in his account, after he paid all the people he had to, and broke his mom off with some.

He wanted to stack his money and be the next Icee and he had a long way to go for that.

Meanwhile, Riyah was tearing up the mall. She had money like that since she had been in the business for years and was only twenty-two years old. He was simply there carrying her bags.

"Babe, let me buy you something fly!"

"So you're gonna be my sugar momma?" He kissed Riyah's neck as she giggled.

"Stop it! I just wanta treat you nice."

All he could do was let Riyah do whatever she wanted. He had no problem with her spending her money on him. He was the type of guy who, the next time they hit up the malls, he was dropping the same on her, if not more. It was all about fifty-fifty to him. A woman could do whatever a man could do.

They went to her place afterward, a nice little condo in Beverly Hills. The lifestyle of the rich and fabulous out there. It felt like he was watching Keeping up with the Kardashians in there.

"This is all you?"

"Yes, but I hate it here. I need to find my people here in L.A."

"I can be your people," he said, pulling her in his arms. "I mean, that is, if you want more from me than what I can do in the bedroom."

"You know, you are some type of special guy. Most guys would take advantage that I wanted you so bad, fuck me, then leave me. What are you Tone, the new, improved breed of man?"

"I'm your man."

A/N: Tone and Riyah. A good match or nah?