by Toya Wright
She took a well-deserved break to rejuvenate herself and jumpstart her career with a hot, fresh sound. Plus, you know how it is when you get into a new relationship and you want to just be with your boo all the time. You forget about everything and everybody else. That’s the space Kennedi was in.
Ty scooped her up and told her she could take her time. Ty grew up in a house with both parents, where his mother took care of the three kids and his father brought home the bread. There was a lot of love and support in the home. Growing up, he wanted to be able to provide for his wife and kids the same way his father had.
Kennedi was totally smitten with the thought of having someone take care of her. She was raised with her mom and sister around the corner from a slew of aunts, uncles and cousins. Kennedi was halfway supporting the whole block. She worked hard for her money, but her family just saw her as a cash cow.
Hearing that Ty wanted to take care of her was a welcomed relief. She spent her time back and forth between L.A. and Atlanta. She went with Ty to auditions, script readings and set scouting. He wouldn’t roll out of bed for less than $5 million. With that much security, Kennedi took longer and longer to come back onto the music scene.
News of their engagement hit, making them the “it” couple. They made all kinds of couple of the year spreads in magazines and blogs. She saw them being a power couple; he was quickly becoming the most well-known black film director and her vocal pipes would land her at the top of the charts with any single.
Kennedi was ready to get back into the studio. She was still wildly popular in the eyes of the public, but she missed the energy around rehearsing, performing, bringing out new singles and getting dolled up. There was something about the air when a crowd of tens of thousands of fans were chanting her name.
Back in the 90’s when she got started, nobody knew what the internet was. Fast forward about ten years. Myspace was extinct, Facebook was all the rage and people were tweeting. Fans could see her without her having to travel through tiny towns hitting up small clubs on the chitlin’ circuit. She could be more selective and perform only huge concerts in big arenas.
“But I want to sing!” was always her response. She wasn’t afraid of hard work. That was one of the reasons he chose her. Even though he was holding it down, he wanted to be sure that his woman wasn’t lazy. Ty had to know his lady could jump in there and work if she had to.
Ty told her to focus on the wedding. This is around the time I met her. Paris brought her into the fold after doing her hair a few times and liking her down to earth vibe. The Divas were starting to come together, honey!
The invite list of their anticipated nuptials was going to be a who’s who of Hollywood royalty. People were clamoring to get invited and trying to invite themselves. Security had to be beefed up to keep unwanted people with their fucked up energy out of the room. Kennedi dreamt up this fantastical wedding unlike anything she had ever seen.
She requested that all of her guests wear white. The wording on the invitation was something along the lines of letting guests know if they didn’t wear white, they would not be allowed inside. At first, people thought it was a cute suggestion, then guests began asking them if they were serious and word spread quickly that they were. Magazines even got word of it and ran the story.
The ceremony and reception rooms at first seemed almost sterile. White chairs, white tile floors created just for the event, along with white ceiling décor. There were shimmery accents all around, but the pop of color was the floral arrangements. Lavender hydrangeas, plum roses and decadent midnight orchids infused the room with shades of purple in ways that had never been seen before. The bride’s dress was a gorgeous soft pink, complimented by the flowers of course, to stand out amongst the crowd. The guests gasped when she walked in the room.
It was the perfect day. The only thing that could possibly ruin it was Ty smashing her in the face with the cake. She threatened his ass about messing up her thousand dollar beat and it never happened.
Work quickly brought them back to Atlanta. Ty went to work and Kennedi went with him. She quickly grew bored of set life. Spending all day and night in a trailer or outside on location watching them rehearse the same scene repeatedly was incredibly tedious. If one of the actors did not show up, or was late, Kennedi eagerly jumped in to read their lines. She began talking about how watching him live out his dreams and making career moves made her miss the studio. He shushed her, like a she was a child and tasked her with finding a house for them to buy.
By their one year anniversary, Kennedi was truly a kept woman…bored and unfulfilled. She had all the bags and shoes in the world and was not happy. She hated that in order to feel good about herself, she had to reach back to memories of her glory days. She felt like she wasn’t doing anything with her life. Some days, she did not even get out of her pajamas. Kennedi knew there had to be more to life than just existing. Hanging out with friends just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
“Bae, I’ve been working on some new lyrics,” Kennedi said to Ty. Her excitement almost disgusted him.
“How many times do I have to tell you, I got this! You don’t need to do that work shit anymore. You are my wife now! I’ll take care of you.” His words were forceful and his tone was harsh.
After spending a decade on the world’s stages, seeing America the way most only dream and filling up passports within a matter of months, there were not many things that could light her fire the way singing could. It gave her such a high that either she had to get back in it or find something equally as thrilling. She figured that showing Ty a good time by giving him something he really wanted, would open him up to be more receptive to her needs.
She got dressed, went to get a mani/pedi, then drove her Mercedes Maybach to a restaurant. It was a spot that was known for its drinks, but off the beaten path so there wouldn’t be a lot of people there which is just what she needed. Kennedi walked right up to the bar and plopped down in a chair.
“Welcome in today ma’am, what’ll ya have?” the bartender asked.
“Lemme get a daiquiri.”
“One daiquiri, coming up,” she laughed. When she turned around, Kennedi noticed her butt hanging out of the jean shorts she wore.
“Nice ass.”
“Excuse me?” The bartender genuinely couldn’t make out what she said.
“Nothing,” Kennedi laughed. She was used to looking at women. She and Ty looked at chicks, checking them out and that was about as far as it went. They had been to a strip club or two together. Kennedi wasn’t offended by her husband’s remarks. She knew she was not the first woman he had ever been with and it showed her what he liked, what he was into.
They toyed with the idea of bringing another woman into their bed for kicks. Ty tried to see if he could get his wife to go along with it. It never went beyond being a fantasy.
“Here is your drink,” the bartender put a napkin down in front of Kennedi. As she sat the glass down, she brushed Kennedi’s hand. Kennedi looked her right in the face, but she didn’t look up. Kennedi downed the daiquiri quickly.
“Ma’am,” Kennedi waved to get her attention. She was busy fixing other drinks. “Ma’am!”
“Yes, what else can I get you, Doll?”
“Your name.”
“Rachel,” she laughed.
“Ok, Ms. Rachel, I will have a Sex on the Beach.”
“Hmmmm, Sex on the Beach? Nice choice. I had sex on the beach once, well a few times, but one time was the best.” Rachel leaned closer to the bar and lowered her voice. “It was broad day light and my boyfriend and I were chillin’ on the beach in Hawaii. We rented two chairs and a big beach umbrella. When the sun started to set, he took the umbrella and laid it kinda on its side, then pulled me on top of him on his chair. I wrapped myself in a big beach towel, pulled my thong to the side and put him inside me. I leaned forward and rode him real slow. It was so wild because, there were people walking past, but it looked like I was just laying there. Well, sort of. I’
m sure somebody knew what was going on, but nobody said anything.” Rachel put the drink cup down on the napkin.
Kennedi twisted around in her bar chair. She easily got a vivid visual of Rachel’s ass barely moving under a big beach towel. She visualized Rachel’s legs covered in sand, trying to stifle the sounds of satisfying sex. Kennedi got excited, but knew Ty would like it even more.
“Wow,” Kennedi said when Rachel walked back over. “That sounds like fun. I sure need some of that. I haven’t had sex in months.” Lies! Of course Kennedi was having sex. She was having no children in the house, they could do whatever they wanted in whatever room they wanted sex.
“Months?” Rachel spoke like she didn’t believe.
“Months.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“I don’t know,” Kennedi shrugged her shoulders.
“Do you think there’s somebody else?”
“Oh, I’m sure it is.”
“What?” Rachel’s eyes got really big thinking she was about to get some juicy tea.
“Yep. I met that ho’!” Kennedi took her drink to the head.
“No, ma’am!” Rachel stopped moving and stared at Kennedi. “He would cheat on you? Kennedi?”
“Yep, with his job…and I let him!” They both fell out laughing. “Hit me with a Blue Muthafucka.”
“Now, if I give you this third drink, after the last two, I can’t let you go home alone. That may be dangerous. You’ll be too slizurred up to drive.”
“I’ll uber.”
“No, no, no,” Rachel insisted. “I need to know you made it home…safely.”
When Ty walked in the house a couple hours later, he found Kennedi and Rachel sharing wine, laughing butt naked on the chase portion of the couch.
“Perfect timing, Babe!” His mouth flew open. His feet were frozen. He didn’t know whether to run and jump between them, stand and watch or kick the damn girl out. Let’s be honest, kicking the girl out probably never crossed his mind. “C’mon over,” Kennedi placed her wine glass down then began sucking on Rachel’s tit.
“Now this is what I’m talking about!” Ty laughed and stumbled forward. By the time he reached them, Kennedi was coursing her tongue from Rachel’s nipple down to her belly button. Rachel giggled and guided Kennedi’s head down lower. Ty approached the ladies and Rachel unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor. Rachel hungrily put him in her mouth, while Kennedi massaged Rachel with hers. Kennedi wanted the excitement of the moment to be more for Ty than herself and she positioned Ty behind Rachel doggy style so she could be pleased orally. That first experience was magical for them all.
The next morning, Ty asked his wife why she abruptly decided to change her mind. Kennedi expressed just how bored she was and she knew it was a desire of his. She had no work, no children, nothing to occupy her time other than shopping and spending money. With Atlanta shopping, walking around the same stores was lame. New items didn’t come in that often.
In reality, Kennedi knew if she gave him something he wanted, he would return the favor. So far, Ty was not giving her any support to go back to singing. She wanted him to have her back.
He had so much fun with Rachel, he wanted to do it again. Kennedi obliged because it was such a deviation from the norm, she had a blast with it too. She wanted his ass to keep having fun, so when she told him it was studio time, he would not have any issue. The unexpected bonus was how it ramped up the sex between just the two of them. Their passion reached a new high, there was now even more excitement in the bedroom.
“Rachel, did you wear that dress to make it easier for me?” Ty asked licking his lips.
“C’mon over here,” Rachel answered grabbing his head and pushing him down to his knees. She easily became very comfortable with the couple. It was on and poppin’ from that point.
Kennedi went back to the spot to get Rachel yet again. This time, Kennedi cut to the chase and told her to have her ass at the house after work. Kennedi answered the door, grabbing Rachel’s hand and pulling her quickly into the house. Kennedi closed the door, pushed Rachel up against it, grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. The juices were already flowing.
“Damn, Rachel, you look nice!” Ty noted from where he sat. Kennedi looked at him thinking that he hadn’t said that to her in a minute! She wanted a compliment, too. But she didn’t want to ruin the mood.
Kennedi escorted Rachel to a guest bedroom with a shower, helped her get undressed and let her shower. When Rachel came out, Kennedi was in between Ty’s legs, sprawled wide open giving him head on the bed. Rachel, still damp, walked right over to the bed and joined in the fun. When it was over, Kennedi left the room and came back with a wad of cash.
“How much?” she asked. Rachel was still coming down from her nut.
“Huh?”
“What’s your price for sleeping with us?” Kennedi could not have Rachel confused, thinking she was their girlfriend. Being a girlfriend came with perks, especially with a couple who was that well connected. She would go on trips, get gifts and go to private, invite only events. Kennedi was not having any of that. Rachel needed to know exactly what purpose she served, she was not a friend, she was a fuck.
“I don’t have a price,” Rachel said almost offended.
“Here’s two grand.” Kennedi peeled 20 hundred dollar bills and placed them on top of Rachel’s clothes.
“I didn’t do this for the money.”
“I bet,” Kennedi laughed. “Thank you.” Kennedi laid down next to Ty and kissed his chest. Rachel flung the covers back, jumped out of bed grabbing her clothes. She angrily marched out of the room, slamming the front door a minute later. She didn’t even stop to put on her clothes.
“What was that for?” Ty asked. He was mad that his wife just ran away the side booty that she brought in the house in the first place!
“She needs to know her place. This is just for fun, this is not a relationship. Rachel ain’t one of the homies.”
“Now, who are we going to fuck? You just ran her off!”
“We’ll find somebody. That won’t be hard.”
Kennedi showed him that she was willing to do whatever to please him, now it was his turn to return the favor. She wrote a song and told him she wanted him to hear it. As she sang, he acted excited at first, then told her she was wasting her time.
“Look, Bae, you’ve been gone so long, singing just isn’t your scene anymore!”
“Damn, I’m not 50! It’s only been a few years.”
“And in those years, more artists have come out. Your fans are on to the next. The streets ain’t loyal, Bae! You need to just settle into being a wife.
“You give me a hookup!”
“How? C’mon Bae, I’m in the film industry, Kennedi, not music.”
“Movies have scenes with a sexy lounge singer crooning under dim lights or wedding scenes when the bride is walking down the aisle.” She pushed up on him from behind, wrapping her arms around his chiseled stomach. “Let me be the sultry singer in a dark, sexy club singing my hot, new shit and by the time the movie comes out, I could have an album ready to go!” She looked at him excitedly.
“Nah, Bae, I think you should leave it alone.” Ty completely brushed her off. Again.
She decided to go against him and go to a studio anyway. She only had one song, far from an album, but recording was a drug that she could not deny. It pulled at her the way nothing else did. It was easy for her to book a session having that kind of history behind her. Producers would jump at a chance to help her make a comeback.
Kennedi got so carried away that she spent hours in the lab. She completely lost track of time. When she finally looked at her phone, she saw Ty had called and texted several times. He wasn’t used to not being able to get ahold of his wife. He was between being worried something happened to her and upset thinking that she was ignoring him. As she read the texts, the phone rang again.
“Hello!”
“Hey, Bae, I…” She a
nswered calmly.
“Don’t hey Bae me! Why weren’t you answering your phone?”
“I stopped by the studio and Flex was here. We just choppin’ it up.”
“Come home now! I don’t want you up there!”
“You buggin’ right now, for real!”
“Now, I told you I don’t want you up there. Ain’t shit up in the studio for you. There’s no reason for you to be there!”
“Bae, I’ll be home soon.”
“I ain’t playing games with your ass. Come on now, Kennedi!”
“Quit being so dramatic. I’ll be home in a little bit.”
“I’m on my way!” Kennedi took the phone away from her face and saw the time flashing. This fool hung up on me. She didn’t want to bring that kind of drama to the studio and Ty was being unreasonably difficult. This kind of behavior was unlike him.
Racing home, Kennedi knew they needed to have a come to Jesus conversation. She had no intentions of living her life in his shadow. Her dream was to find a husband who she could build with, not watch him build. She wanted to be doing boss shit in her industry, while he did boss shit in his. You know, be better together. She thought she found that in Ty. She was already moving and shaking in the music industry and he was turning heads with his movies. The public loved them together, there was nothing else to be done but be the power couple that everybody saw them as being.
Kennedi felt in her heart like she was being stifled. He didn’t want her to build anything. Instead, he was killing off any passion she had. There was something burning to get off of her chest. The time was now.
“Ty, we need to talk.” She walked into the living room where he was reading through scripts. I’m tired of this shit. I am not the type of woman who wants to be kept. I enjoy you taking care of me, but doing what I love doesn’t feel like work. It gives me pride and satisfaction seeing my dreams come to life. It helps me feel alive!” She was proud of the speech she rehearsed over and over.
“No wife of mine is working! Feel alive another way.”