Cypher was the name on everyone's lips. The lyricist that knew his way around a mic. From the underground to the mainstream in under two years; his voice, lyrics and persona took the world by storm. He stuck to the classic looks of 90's rappers with oversized hoodies and sweats, baggy jeans, gold chains and whatever new sneakers were popular. Meanwhile, his music ranged from club bangers to lyrics that spoke to the soul.
His long black hair was always tied into a ponytail under the toque that never left his head and an XXX mask that covered his mouth which completed his persona. It never came off during interviews, video shoots, live performances and any public outing in-between. All you could ever see were his deep brown eyes that every woman that fell in love with whenever they saw him.
The story that circled around was that, after an accident in 2012, he was almost burned alive at 16 years old. Most of his body was destroyed and, because of it, he would never wear things that showed his body. The most women ever got from him was no hat, a baggy long sleeve, baggy jeans and a zipped-up vest. The 23-year-old rapper Cypher Hayden Jonston had a back story and an aesthetic that swept across the nation.
The woman that followed Cypher around was his manager Tylia Costella. A 25-year-old 5 ft 7 light-skinned goddess with legs for days and stunning hazel eyes. Her deep brown hair ran down to her waist and, whenever she turned her head, every man would be whiplashed. Her breasts sat at a perfect 36 E cup that sloped down to her slender midsection and gained hold on her wide and voluptuous hips. The woman was a perfectly thick hourglass. Besides her star stunning looks, she could truly command a crowd, grab attention and most of all have her voice heard in any boardroom across the world. The tabloids loved her.
Everyone had no idea how this woman was so powerful. But everyone asked the question. Was Cypher sleeping with his manager? On previous interviews with BET, Entertainment Weekly, MTV, Vibe Music, Rolling Stones, Billboard and even GQ, the rapper stated over and over again that their relationship was strictly platonic and that they were just really close. Guys wondered if he was gay...
Girls wondered if Tylia didn't have a chance with the rapper then how did they...?
... But the world wondered...
Was Cypher hitting that?
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As the concert came to an end, Cypher stood Center Stage. The audience chanted his name.
"Cypher! Cypher! Cypher!"
"Thank you everyone! I 'preciate you. To my fans.... I love you. To my haters... I love you. To everyone in this crowd.... I love you. Now, get home safe and I'll see y'all on instagram later tonight!"
The audience erupted with applause and cries while loud voices, music and whistles filled the air. Tonight, Cypher brought his A Game and was feeling on top of the world for the first time in a long time. As he walked back stage, he was accompanied by his manager Tylia and his crew of bodyguards.
"Cypher, great show." She smiled as her hand caressed his shoulder.
"Thanks Ty. I appreciate that."
"Cypher! Can we stop you for the moment? We just wanted to ask you some questions..." A young woman who was clearly in her mid-twenties came up to him. Her hair was in a short red bob, contrasting with her naturally tanned skin and brilliant blue eyes. Her cup size was sitting at around a C cup but were clearly being held up by a push up bra, judging by the way they bounced around in her white tank top that had Cypher's name bolded cross her breasts. Her waist was trimmed and her perky tight ass was cupped nicely in her denim miniskirt. Her long legs were showcased by her 5-inch stilettos. Clearly, she was here for more than just an interview.
The two men behind her were her crew, holding a boom mic and a camera, while she held the microphone. The man holding the mic was stumpy, a little over 5'5 with a buzz cut and a husky build. While the man holding camera was standing at 6'1 but he was tall and lanky. A slender build masked by the baggy clothing draping over his body.
Tylia snapped her fingers and, in a second, the leader of the guards stepped forward, planting himself near the front of the group. The man was 6 feet tall. He had a lean but muscular, athletic build. His skin was the colour of caramel and deeply tanned. His eyes, shaded behind Ray-Ban sunglasses, were a striking green and his hair, a dark brown crew cut, was stylish and framed his face nicely. His jeans were loosely fitted and strapped on tight with a black Italian leather belt while his black v-neck tee fit his build as if it were sculpted onto this man's body. On the side of the shirt, a small silver plate was pinned.
Ryker.
The woman's eyes ran up and down the bodyguard's chiseled features and well-sculpted form. A lustful glow was already beginning to ruminate.
"Mr. Jonston, are you okay with this?"
"Yeah Ryker." Cypher replied. "No worries, anything for a fan."
As Ryker stepped to the side, Cypher's eyes caught full view of the woman in front of him. Cypher's eyes roamed her body, drinking in her form. She was beautiful but, by her demeanor, she was here for work. Though, she looked as if she was here for cock.
And Cypher...
Well, Cypher was extremely entertained by this prospect.
"We are coming to you live and I'm Christine Moore from The Vibe. And let me be the first to say...What an amazing show you had tonight Cypher!"
"Thank you Christine." Cypher smiled under the mask, and though no one could see it, they could definitely hear it. "But sadly you weren't the first to say that to me tonight."
"I wasn't!" Christine gasped with flirtation dripping over every word that oozed from her red painted lips. "Then who?"
"My beautiful manager, of course." Cypher took Tylia's hand, guiding her forward before putting his hand on the mid of her back. "Tylia Costella."
"Of course she did." Her voice was collected and excited, but the hint of jealousy flowed underneath it. "Anywho, the public wants to know, when are you going to release a new album?"
"A new album, huh?" He laughed. "It'll come soon. Don't worry about it."
"Soon? What are talking about here? A month? Two?"
"Soon." Tylia stated. Her voice was sharp and demanding. Some may even say protective before flashing a sharp smile. "Just wait for the video."
"Ou! Exciting!" Christine turned to her camera. "You heard it first, folks! Watch out for a video and it may hint the release date of Cypher's next album! Hey Cypher, is there anything you want to say to the people at home?"
As Cypher turned to the camera, he pointed his finger straight at the lens.
"Be true to who you are! And never let anyone stop you from your goals. No matter what."
"Annnnd Cut!" Christine got the men to cut the camera before looking back at Cypher.
"Cypher, why are you so fantastic?" She asked as her hand drifted to his arm. "You've become such a star over such a short amount of time and I just have to say... I'm amazed with you and everything you're about..."
"Ya know... I do it cuz not everyone gets an opportunity like this. Gotta make the best of it."
"Yeaahhhh..." Christine's body language softened as she began to push her tits out at him slightly, while batting her eyelashes. "It's just so amazing..."
"Yes. It is." Tylia cutting herself into the conversation. Her eyes glared over at Christine before looking to Cypher and tapping her watch. "We gotta go."
"Of course." Cypher responded. His gaze shifted to Christine. "Sorry that our times up. Maybe we can continue this interview another time..."
"Yeah..."
Cypher reached his hand under Christine's chin and caressed her jaw slightly.
"Keep your head up. You're more beautiful that way."
And with that, Cypher, Tylia and the guards walked through the corridor. The group traveled through the building, sliding past fans and paparazzi until they finally were able to get to the backdoor. The team stayed in while Ryker followed the two beyond it. Ryker escorted them to the black Bentley with heavily tinted windows and blacked-out license plates. Alongside, there was a white limo parked with the windows up.
"Mr. Jonston. Miss Costella." The chauffeur said as he opened the door of the Bently for the two.
"Thank you, Axel." The two said in unison before entering the car one at a time. Axel was a six foot three man with broad shoulders and rippling muscles that could not be hidden by the dress suit jacket. He had dark brown complexion. The colour of dark chocolate, with a lightly stubbled face. He was devilishly handsome and the definition of dark and dangerous.
The head of Jonston's bodyguard team looked at the chauffeur.
"Axel."
"Ryker."
The two of them exchanged an understanding look before he headed off back into the car. Ryker, the head of the bodyguards, walked over to the limo and tapped on the glass before watching it pull off. After seven minutes, the Bentley followed and pulled up from behind the building.