Today was the first day of her Pinkprint tour and she was in Sweden. The show was great and hearing her fans sing the lyrics back to the songs she had worked so hard on put her in the best mood. All the dancing made her hot and sweaty so she had a shower and was on her way to get dressed when she caught herself in the mirror and an idea popped into her head. She grabbed her phone from its charger and opened up her camera, loosing her towel so it partly covered her and snapped a photo. Her and technology were not as acquainted as they should be. Knowing someone could walk in at any given moment, Nicki quickly scrolled down her contact list and sent the picture to her boyfriend with the message 'missing you...'
Afterwards, she threw her phone on the bed and pulled on her thong and shirt. She had expected him to reply immediately like he normally did, but he didn't and she was confused. She ended up watching one of the Swedish shows, not understanding a word that was being said waiting for a reply.
Over in a another part of the world, Drake was chilling at his Toronto home. He had book a studio session for 7pm so he was waiting till he could set off. It hit 6:30 so he decided he should be on his way, just as he was about to turn on the engine his pocket vibrated. His face screwed up seeing that he had a picture received from Nicki, he mentally went through the possibilities of what picture she could have sent him but he still did not have a clue. He unlocked his phone and opened the message. The moment he could see the small version of the picture, his eyes widened. He clicked the image making it take over his screen. He was now looking at a naked photo of his friend and he was more turned on than he had been before by her. He returned to the message conversation to see that she had sent another picture, this time she was now lying on her stomach with her ass showing and a finger in her mouth.
Nicki: Do you miss me now?
He chuckled to himself taking a last look at the pictures before typing a reply to her.
Drizzy: Of course I do but I don't think you meant to send these to me.
Nicki opened the text ready to curse his ass off for making her wait so long for a reply until she saw the recipient. Holy shit. She knew saving his name as daddy was a bad idea.
Nicki: Omg. Please tell me you didn't look at them.
Drake wasn't surprised he knew she would never send pictures like that to him.
Drizzy: He's a lucky man. You look amazing.
Then he regretted the text. She did mean to send it to her boyfriend so obviously she wouldn't want him to be looking at such prerogative pictures of her. Even more so under the circumstances.
Nicki: Thanks, I guess.
Drizzy: Your smile is even better though.
Nicki had to smile. He always knew how to make a bad situation good. That's something she loved about him. She sent him a picture of her smiling, this time only her top half was showing.
Drizzy: See, beautiful.
Nicki: Oh no, you have to send me one too.
By this time, Drake had arrived at the studio and was in the toilet. Seeing her text, he pulled off his shirt and smiled for the mirror selfie. He instantly put his shirt back on once he saw that it had sent.
Nicki: Looks like someone's been working out ;)
Drizzy: Could say the same about you.
Feeling horny and sexually frustrated, she decided to take a picture just for him. She knew he would like it. She laid on her back and took a picture of herself from the waist down.
Nicki: You can save this one :)
Drizzy: Stop fucking teasing me.
Nicki smirked to herself and decided to anger him a little bit more. She lifted up her shirt until it rest just above her boobs and slide her thong down so it rested below her hip bone. The photo showed enough to taunt him but left something for his imagination.
Nicki: It's not teasing if you can have me.
Nicki: Fuck him. I want you right now.
"Yo, you haven't done anything since you came. You booked this session for two hours and time's almost over. What's wrong?"
"Just got a lot on my mind. I'm going to get going"
"Ight, hit me up when you're ready"
Drizzy: Where are you?
Drizzy: That's it, I'm flying out to you. I'll be at your next destination when you get there.
He didn't get a text back but he knew she read it. The next morning, Nicki's tour bus pulled up outside her hotel. It had been a long day for her and she was looking forward to get a good few hours of sleep in before they had to go to the venue. Just as she stepped off the bus with her luggage, she saw a taxi pull up and out walked Drake. He grabbed his small suitcase from the trunk and tipped the driver.
"You lied, I got here before you"
"Shut up" He smiled. Luckily for them, her fans hadn't found out what hotel she was staying at so there was no crowd that could see them together. He followed her and her crew inside.
"Good afternoon Miss Minaj. We have the presidential suite ready for you"
"Thank you" The hotel staff quickly came and took his and her luggage. In the elevator up to her room, Nicki and Drake kept stealing glances at each other.
"We hope the room is what you wanted" Nicki smiled and closed the doors behind them. Then they were alone and Nicki pushed Drake against the door and attacked his lips.
"Don't worry, I'm all yours" She whispered and kissed him again.