I was sitting in my office in New York going through the overview of the second season. Victoria had stayed in L.A to do some press after her Emmy win as well as a tour of some radio stations for her hit single. Everything we had wanted for her was starting to come together. As happy as I was for her I was also disappointed. Not only for losing at the Emmys but Greg was on my back every day now. Making damn sure that the show unfolded the way he wanted it to. I had lost creative control of the show and I hated it. All of my ideas were flung out of the window for stories that were intriguing but lacked any depth or clear motivation. Wondering if any of this was even worth it anymore I answered my phone as it rang.
"Hey Duncan, its Kanye. How you doing?" I hadn't spoken to him since the recording session, so wasn't expecting the call.
"I'm good man. I'm sorry I never called to thank you for getting Victoria's song out. We've been hearing it all over the radio lately and its doing well."
"Don't even worry about it. I know how it is."
"Thanks man. How's everything going with you?"
"I'm good man. I actually called to tell you that I followed your advice and pitched the idea to HBO. They loved it and want 10 episodes."
"That's amazing Kanye. HBO is the way to go. They give a lot of creative control and you won't have to worry about language and sexual content and all that mess." He laughed
"Yeah man but I was wondering if we could get you on board to run this thing. If you hadn't re worked the script we wouldn't be here. This is kind of your baby as well."
I was about to give my customary answer; that I was running Eye Candy and couldn't up and leave but something stopped me this time. Eye Candy really wasn't my show. I didn't start it; I picked it up and made it a bigger success. And now that success was being stripped away from me. Why not take a shot at something new and actually have a chance of building something from the ground up? I looked down at my desk where there was a picture of Victoria and I that we took in L.A and I knew why I couldn't leave. Her career was on the right track and as much damage as the network was doing to Eye Candy maybe just being present I could give their horrible ideas some direction.
"Kanye I'm flattered but I got to stay here for now."
"I understand. But the offer is still on the table just keep it in mind."
"Thanks... hold on a second" Someone had knocked on my door, I looked up to see Eric Strong standing in my door way. "Kanye let me call you back later. I got someone here."
"Aight man take care and remember think about it." He hung up and I turned my attention to my new co worker.
"Hi Eric. Come on in." He walked in with his movie star good looks and perfect hair with a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.
"Were you just talking to Kanye West?" He asked me as he sat down in the chair across from me.
"Yeah I helped him out with a project." He laughed. "Did I say something funny?"
"I just don't know why Kanye West would need your help with anything." He said his cocky attitude full on flare.
"Nothing you need to worry your head about. What brings you to my office?"
"Well Greg told me you still had some reservations about me being here and wanted us to meet and talk. I thought it was a complete waste of time." This little shit. Punching him seemed to be the only thing that wasn't a waste of time to me right about now.
"At least we agree about something."
"What do you mean? I'm a celebrity you're just a lowly writer. No need for us to meet."
"I gather you don't have much respect for my profession." I threw at him while I sat back in my chair and watched him and his smug little face.
"It's not that I don't respect it. I just think anyone could do what you do. Hence why you're in this crummy little office." He said this while looking around my office with a smirk that could cut glass. His eyes rested on the picture of Victoria that I had on my desk. "So you're really dating Justice huh? I heard but I thought that was a big joke. She's way too hot for you."
I felt myself losing my temper and knew that I had to end this conversation before things got out of hand.
"Mr. Strong. I think this meeting is over. I have a lot of work to do and I'm sure you have something that needs your attention." He stood up and smirked at me, lifted his hands up in the air in a show of acceptance.
"I'm sorry seems like I struck a nerve. Just make sure you give me some good lines and some hot scenes with this hottie of yours. Show her what she's missing out on while dating a writer." With that he left my office and I punched my desk in frustration. This asshole thought he was some hot shit. I was fuming and carried a lot of bravado but I knew deep down there wasn't anything I could do. The network catered to actors not writers. And my position here had already been made abundantly clear. I packed my bags and left to go home. Victoria and I had moved in together in a great apartment uptown. She was still in L.A so it would be empty.
I walked into the apartment and made my way to our bedroom. We had gotten a huge king size bed and the entire place was modern and beautifully decorated. I lie on the bed and let my mind drift. The meeting with Eric had unnerved me. I use to love going into work and now all of a sudden it seemed as though it was the last place I wanted to be. The network demands and now it seems that Eric would be even more trouble than I had hoped. I didn't bring up the fact that I saw him doing drugs in L.A. I wished I had taken a picture but thought better of it knowing damn well it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference. I thought back to Kanye's offer and I found myself designing the show from my bed. Something I could no longer do for Eye Candy. I was now nothing more than a stenographer to corporate imbeciles who had no clue what we were doing. I closed my eyes and eventually dozed off.
I felt a soft sensation in my crotch and woke up startled. I looked down and Victoria was lazily licking my dick almost like a Popsicle. Our eyes met and she smiled up at me.
"Hey babe. I missed you." She continued to lick my dick all over. Her tongue running over my veins my cock head and my ball sack.
"I missed you too V."