Nicki Minaj Did It On Em Novels & Stories

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask, frowning. It’s Thursday evening and I’m on a video call with Nicki. Who’s lying in bed and doesn’t look like she has gone anywhere in days. She smiles…or attempts to. “I’m good. So, what’s the emergency?” “You look like you’re dying,” I point out. She cackles. “We both know I’ve looked way worse than this. For real though, girl. Don’t worry. Just had a couple rough days.”

April. If I had to do one more interview with Nicky Jones pretending to be deeply in love with him, I’d go mad. After a long day of interviews, fake smiles and kisses, I impulsively packed up a few things in a suitcase and left Miami. I switched off my phone to avoid calls from Nicky and Kylie who couldn’t get enough of the fake romance. I was done. I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. Faking it was not in me.

Nandini looked at everyone surprised and then pleaded through eyes to Phoebe but he rolled her and gripped her waist. (Please check 'ride it' song of Jay sean) “Ride it Baby” by saying this he started to dance on the song and did the wrong steps. Nandini reminisced about the days of her college , she laughed and started to dance with Phoebe. Everyone was surprised to see Phoebe dancing with a maid. But they both forgot everything and synced their steps with song. Chiara vexed and gulped more shots. Nandini was giggling and dancing with Phoebe doing steps.

She must see me as a player now, huh? By the time I got to the Grammys, I saw her standing there, looking extremely beautiful, she wore a pink ball gown covered with jewels. I approached her in a hurry so she didn't have to mess up the questions with the press, her beautiful smile was no where to be seen and when she moved away from my grasp, It felt like a needle had being stabbed into my chest. Amaya's POV I saw her "The Nicki Minaj" she's the moon goddess's twin, a queen and I absolutely adore her. I could rap her songs all day and watch Aiden complain as he's being dragged into it.

I lock mine with his and say, “Okay.” After giving Calum directions to Amelia’s place, the mood in the car shifts to something less gloomy. The car starts again. He turns on the radio and a Nikki Minaj classic comes on. At first, it’s silent, then I mumble along to the rap song, swaying as best as I can to the beat of the song. Calum joins me during the second verse. He sings the chorus while I rap along to Nikki.

"Carlos, she was bad ass before her secret was out. She punched that girl Tiffany in the face...Twice." I laugh again and run my hand down my short trimmed beard. "She punched Nikki today for spitting food in her face." Madre burst out laughing, as the song ended. I turned my attention back to the stage and clapped. " Good job, ladies." Maria turned and smiled at me and then turned her attention back to some of the girls on stage.

"I'd hug you, but you're all sweaty." "Very funny. In just a few minutes, you'll be all sweaty too." Tyra chuckled. "I knew you had it in you." Liam smiled, bumping Tyra with his elbow. Nicki pranced up to us, her pony-tail bouncing. An earsplitting grin formed on her face as she pulled Tyra in for a hug. Once she pulled away, a look of disgust was on her face, her body shiny with Tyra's sweat. "Gross." Nicki shuddered, making Tyra scoff.

she cooed in a baby voice. "Done," Kevin agreed and pulled out his wallet, counting the bills. In that moment, the DJ started playing a song in the background by Lil Wayne and Fat Joe; I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!), Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror Got a hand full of stacks, better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (2×) As the song played, blasting from the speakers, Monique started to dance, going over to shake her ass for Kevin.

Yet, she reached my feet, and a devious smirk rose on her swollen lips. Nikki dipped her fingers into the waist of her barely there shorts, rocked her hips from side to side, twice, and then let them fall to the floor, where she stepped out of them. But she didn't stop. Bending at the waist, she planted her hands on the mattress between my legs, walked herself up a couple of steps, and then took the edge of my shorts and pulled them to my ankles. I wouldn't make her beg or, hell, even ask. I kicked the damn things off somewhere into the darkness, and she dropped her head back in laughter.

After lunch any last minute details were taken care of before mom and Nikki started getting ready for the evening. When I got out of the shower, I saw Nikki sitting at the vanity working on her hair and make-up wearing a mini tube dress and above the knee black boots. Damn, all she needed was a riding crop and a set of handcuffs to carry out a fantasy of mine. “How am I going to focus on the ceremony with you dressed like that?” I said as I bent down to whisper in her ear. She frowned in the mirror, “You don’t like it?” I removed my towel and revealed my erection and said, “I think this speaks for itself. I don’t think it would be appropriate to be on stage with a raging hard-on,” I replied.