There’s Zerek… & Then, there’s Harvey
Glancing at the face of my watch, I blew out a breath. The past twenty minutes, I’d been left to wait on Zerek Foster, up-and-coming rapper and certified asshole. I knew beforehand what I was getting myself into with wanting to do this interview, but thought this was the best way for him to tell his side of things before Lonely Days, Longer Nights dropped. But, maybe he didn’t care what the readers had to say about him.
Another twenty minutes passed and just as I prepared to move on and speak with Harvey Knight, my next guest, Zerek finally decided to show his face.
“About time,” I mumbled.
“My bad. Shit was a little hectic. You know how it is when you’re that nigga.”
He extended a hand for me to shake and after doing so, he took the seat across from me. Inhaling deeply, I watched as he retrieved his cell phone from his pocket and began tapping away at the screen. Having already wasted too much time waiting, I jumped right into things, not bothering to ask for his full attention.
ashley: So, let’s start with something simple. Where’d you meet Milano?
Zerek Foster: Shit. (He chuckles, licking his lips.) She would show up every now and then on my Instagram feed looking good as fuck. Her body is tight and firm. The ass is fat and she’s got a pair of titties you just bury your face in. We weren’t following each other but whenever she’d pop up, I was liking her shit. One day, she was posting about the lil’ shop she worked in, I rented it out for a few hours so she could style me and she was slipping me her number before I left. The rest is history.
a: Umm, okay. It’s been a few years since then and y’all seem to have an understanding about the relationship. With that being said, your career allows you to have access to different women. What is it about Milano that makes her it for you?
ZF: Damn. That’s a good question. (He’s quiet for a moment, finally shifting his focus from his phone to me.) I can’t even lie. Milano makes shit hard for a nigga but at the same time, she’s the only person I want to deal with most days. She don’t be asking for shit and we can just kick it without all the extra. Any other chick is going to be trying to lock me down, talking about marriage, living together and other shit I’m not thinking about now. I’m just trying to have a good time and enjoy my career. I can do that with her.
a: You say you aren’t looking to settle down with marriage or kids now, but do you see that in the future at all? I mean, you do have some competition now. Does that make you want to change your priorities?
ZF: (Zerek laughs, much harder than before, as he shakes his head.) Na. Shit will happen with us when I’m ready. And the way Milano’s wrapped around my dick, I’m not worried about no other nigga. She can throw all the tantrums she wants, but I know she’s not giving this up (he grabs at his dick.) or this (he reaches into his pocket, retrieving a large stack of bills.)
My eyes widened, as I stared at him. There were other questions I could’ve asked him, but I was positive that he’d given the perfect glimpse into who he was. A rich, handsome and flashy rapper, living in the moment. “Well, I’ve got everything I need. Thank you.”
“Damn. You sure? You don’t want to know about what I’m working on or anything.”
“No. Maybe next time, though. I do have one more interview left.”
“Alright, cool. Have your people holla at my people.”
As he did when he first arrived, he reached out for my hand to shake. After again thanking him, he headed out.
“Phew.”
He was a wild one. I quickly prepared myself for my next guest when there was a knock at the door. Believing it to be Zerek again, I grew nervous, unsure of what he was doubling back for. The door crept open and Harvey was peaking his head in the room.
“You ready for me yet?”
“Uhh, yes. Sorry for the wait.”
“No worries. How you doing?”
“I can’t complain. My last interview was interesting, to say the least, but I survived.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, I can promise I’ll be different.”
“I love the sound of that. Let’s get started.”
ashley: You met Milano in an unusual way. What were your initial thoughts?
Harvey Knight: Other than thinking she was crazy as hell? I thought she was beautiful, of course, but I was wondering how she let somebody get her that riled up. When it was just the two of us, she was a different person. She was mesmerizing and I was like “Damn. This girl is trouble.”
a: Not trouble (I laughed)
HK: Trouble. But she was hypnotizing and I’ve been under spell ever since.
a: Are you cool with how things are? Y’all do have an interesting situation going on.
HK: I hate sharing. So, some days it’s cool but most days it’s not. I let her do her thing though and see shit for what it is instead of trying to change or force anything.
a: Okay, I love the confidence. It doesn’t seem like you’re at all worried about the competition.
HK: Milano is too damn stubborn to admit it, but it’s not any competition. She’s smart and knows what she wants. And when she sees herself the same way I do, it’s a wrap for that nigga.
I smiled, nodding my head from his response. “Oop, okay. Well, thank you for coming through.”
“For sure. Thanks for having me.”
Once he left, I took a deep breath. Milano had a hard choice to make and while I know who’s got my vote, I’m curious what the readers will think.
