Page 25 of Beautiful Harmonies

I slid my hand down my face as I headed to this radio interview. My nerves were on edge because I knew there would be questions regarding that. I was directed not to answer any questions regarding the investigation. My manager had passed that on to the radio station, so hopefully, the host would adhere to that and not try to finagle information out of me by asking weird ass questions.

“So what’s next?”

“We wait on a court date. I promise I will keep you and Miss Trammel in the know. How is she? I tried calling her first, but she didn’t answer her phone.”

“She’s doing okay. She was probably still in her counseling session when you called. She started seeing a therapist when we got back in town. We leave for Houston tomorrow, though, so ifyou call and we don’t answer, just leave a message, and we’ll get back with you as soon as we’re able to.”

“Okay. Thanks, Mister Trammel. We’ll talk soon.”

“Thanks, Mister Beck.”

I ended the call and sent Mi a text to see where she was. It had been a lonely ass two weeks back in Detroit. I’d gone to the studio a few times to record, but I missed the hell out of Kamari. We stayed in Lafayette for three days. We would have stayed longer had I not had to come home to get some work done.

Mi wanted to stay with Kamari so bad. She was getting along with Mrs. Katrina, Tiana, and Mulan so well until she didn’t want to leave. I believed we both found a family outside of the two of us that we could count on to be there for us. Mr. Carrier never brought up any rumors about me nor did he speak negatively about my relationship with his daughter. I was totally prepared for the bullshit, but it never came.

Even Jayden had calmed down. I wanted to believe he was following his father’s lead. He was only nineteen, the same age as Mi. I could see the way she looked at him. Thankfully, she chose to concentrate on her mental well-being instead of the art of seduction. I could clearly tell he wasn’t as innocent as Kamari. He was definitely respectful though. I’d noticed his eyes waver a bit, scanning my sister, but he never approached her or even initiated conversation with her.

I couldn’t wait to get back to Lafayette. The food was so damn good. I could almost see myself living there just to have that shit whenever I wanted it. I didn’t understand how Kamari had food like that at her disposal and would prefer to eat pizza and shit. I clowned around with Mrs. Katrina about it, too, since she said her favorite food was pizza when she was pregnant with Kamari. I told her this travesty was all her fault. She’d laughed so hard she nearly choked.

We enjoyed our time with them so much. Kamari and I even performed the song for them while we were there. Every time I sang it, it meant more to me. I titled it “Beautiful” since that was what I said most in the song. It was fitting though. Kamari was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, inside and out. It produced tears from Mrs. Katrina, which was the exact reaction I wanted it to bring out. I knew it meant even more because she knew I was singing that to her daughter.

Sleeping next to Kamari for those couple of nights was amazing. While there was nothing I wanted more than to grace her insides, I understood the importance of waiting. She needed to be sure that she was making the right decision. That shit was hard, though, especially being that we hadn’t gone public with our relationship. Women were hitting me up from near and far. I knew that shit wasn’t gonna stop once we went public, so I would surely have to change my number.

We talked every day since I left. For a moment, I thought she was gonna pop up on me in Detroit, but she didn’t. As much as I was begging to see her, I thought she would have caved. She was a lot stronger by phone than she was in person. I’d gotten away with caressing her ass while we were kissing. I thought she was going to give in to me our last night there. Had Mi not been there, she probably would have. She glanced at my dick a few times that night.

When I got to the radio station, I took a deep breath. I had never been nervous about doing an interview. Before I could get out, I received a text from my manager. It read,Heads up.

Just as I was about to respond, the picture came through. I slowly shook my head and chuckled. It was a picture of Kamari and me walking hand in hand at the airport in Lafayette. I knew it had to be too good to be true that everyone was minding their business. With this out, I was sure the host would ask me about it in the interview.

I forwarded it to Kamari.Hey, baby. We’re trending. Should I respond honestly in this interview?

Only if this didn’t happen yesterday.I frowned at her text as a picture came through of me whispering in a woman’s ear. I closed my eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of my nose. Instead of responding through text, I called her. She didn’t need this shit on her mind while she was trying to get ready for a show.

“Hello?”

Hmm.She didn’t sound as angry as I thought she would sound. Maybe she wasn’t angry at all. “Hey, baby. I promise, that wasn’t yesterday. I was wearing that shirt though. That was about six months ago at a benefit put on by Motown. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I was just checking.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, actually. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Where did you get that picture?”

She huffed slightly. “From the head of my security team. He was with me when we were om FaceTime yesterday. So this picture somehow resurfaced, I guess.”

I frowned slightly. That nigga was trying to fuck with our shit. He probably knew that was an old picture. If Kamari didn’t peep game on that, then she was more naïve than what I thought. I didn’t bother bringing it up, but I would definitely keep my eyes on that nigga whenever I was around her.

“I miss you, baby.”

“I miss you too. It’s been a long two weeks.”

“That it has. So, can I be honest?”

She took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m ready. I planned to do it tomorrow anyway,” she said, responding to what she already knew I would say.

“You sure? You sound nervous. I can hear the tremble in your voice.”

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