I guess it was like that Erykah Badu song ‘Next Lifetime'. If Morris had not captured my heart, I could totally have seen myself with Breion. I know that I would be happy. Breion and I had to come to some kind of understanding though. We agreed to just do what makes us feel happy without compromising my relationship with Morris. What does that mean, you ask? We didn't know our damn selves. It just sounded good at the moment. What it ended up equating to was Breion and I getting a little bit closer.
Whenever Morris went away, I was with Breion. We never had sex or fooled around or nothing. Passionate kisses and lying in the bed together was as far as we would let ourselves get. I liked the way I felt when I was around Breion. In Morris' arms, I would feel safe, but with Breion, I felt needed. Both feelings were great, but just different. Curtis kept telling me that spending time with Breion could be like playing with fire, but I knew what I was doing and he knew the deal.
Breion's company was very much needed around the time that Morris went out to promote the movie. He went everywhere with Lailiana to talk about the film. They were on Entertainment Tonight, MTV, and even co-hosted their own top 25 Countdown on BET. I disliked all this time he was spending with her, but it was his job. However, even I could pick up on their chemistry. Both in person and on the television screens, they seemed to be naturally comfortable with each other. I so wanted to hate Lailiana and paint her out to be this evil seductress that was trying to take my man. If that was the case, it would be easy to target all of my trust issues, frustration, and angst on her. Unfortunately though, Lailiana was so fucking sweet and gorgeous. She was all of what she seemed to portray in her interviews. Damn her, anyway.
The movie was days away from opening and Morris was on cloud nine. He was still getting a big head by all of the attention he was getting. A whole lot of people were recognizing him from all of the guest spots he had been doing and of course the tabloid mess with Lailiana. However, his tabloid nightmare had just begun.
I had stopped by the grocery store to pick up some milk and bread when I saw the headline on the Star Magazine. "Lailiana's boyfriend and co-star is GAY!" And below the headline was a picture of him and I on the set, but you couldn't see my face. What you could see, however, was him hugged up on me with one of his hands cupping my ass. I quickly tried to call Morris, but he did not answer. It kept going to his voicemail. I knew this couldn't be no type of good.
Chapter 15
All my attempts to call Morris were fruitless. I must have called him seventy times over the next five days and sent countless text messages. There was no doubt that he knew what was being said about him. The media was having a field day. I kept looking online at different gossip columns like Concrete Loop and Media Takeout to see what else was being said. On television, I saw the story being ran a few times. Lailiana never gave any kind of comment defending or confirming what she felt or knew. I had yet to know what Morris had to say. I hadn't even seen a press released statement or something from his Twitter account. I was getting really worried about him.
"I am tired of hearing his voicemail kick in every time I call." I told Curtis over the phone as I tried to straighten some things up around the house. All of this anxiety I had made me mop, dust, and wash everything in sight.
"He is fine, man. He just needs time to get everything together."
"But I don't know what's going on with him! Thankfully, they have not identified me as the guy in the picture or anything because I would have press at my door. I can't imagine what's going on in his head and that is what scares me. I mean, he isn't talking to no one about it or nothing. It’s like he just went into hiding."
"Jay and Brent say that he said he is just laying
Whenever Morris went away, I was with Breion. We never had sex or fooled around or nothing. Passionate kisses and lying in the bed together was as far as we would let ourselves get. I liked the way I felt when I was around Breion. In Morris' arms, I would feel safe, but with Breion, I felt needed. Both feelings were great, but just different. Curtis kept telling me that spending time with Breion could be like playing with fire, but I knew what I was doing and he knew the deal.
Breion's company was very much needed around the time that Morris went out to promote the movie. He went everywhere with Lailiana to talk about the film. They were on Entertainment Tonight, MTV, and even co-hosted their own top 25 Countdown on BET. I disliked all this time he was spending with her, but it was his job. However, even I could pick up on their chemistry. Both in person and on the television screens, they seemed to be naturally comfortable with each other. I so wanted to hate Lailiana and paint her out to be this evil seductress that was trying to take my man. If that was the case, it would be easy to target all of my trust issues, frustration, and angst on her. Unfortunately though, Lailiana was so fucking sweet and gorgeous. She was all of what she seemed to portray in her interviews. Damn her, anyway.
The movie was days away from opening and Morris was on cloud nine. He was still getting a big head by all of the attention he was getting. A whole lot of people were recognizing him from all of the guest spots he had been doing and of course the tabloid mess with Lailiana. However, his tabloid nightmare had just begun.
I had stopped by the grocery store to pick up some milk and bread when I saw the headline on the Star Magazine. "Lailiana's boyfriend and co-star is GAY!" And below the headline was a picture of him and I on the set, but you couldn't see my face. What you could see, however, was him hugged up on me with one of his hands cupping my ass. I quickly tried to call Morris, but he did not answer. It kept going to his voicemail. I knew this couldn't be no type of good.
Chapter 15
All my attempts to call Morris were fruitless. I must have called him seventy times over the next five days and sent countless text messages. There was no doubt that he knew what was being said about him. The media was having a field day. I kept looking online at different gossip columns like Concrete Loop and Media Takeout to see what else was being said. On television, I saw the story being ran a few times. Lailiana never gave any kind of comment defending or confirming what she felt or knew. I had yet to know what Morris had to say. I hadn't even seen a press released statement or something from his Twitter account. I was getting really worried about him.
"I am tired of hearing his voicemail kick in every time I call." I told Curtis over the phone as I tried to straighten some things up around the house. All of this anxiety I had made me mop, dust, and wash everything in sight.
"He is fine, man. He just needs time to get everything together."
"But I don't know what's going on with him! Thankfully, they have not identified me as the guy in the picture or anything because I would have press at my door. I can't imagine what's going on in his head and that is what scares me. I mean, he isn't talking to no one about it or nothing. It’s like he just went into hiding."
"Jay and Brent say that he said he is just laying
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