#he's going to be so jealous while porsche will be laughing his ass off

[fanfictionroxs]

My great early Monday morning thoughts:

VegasPete is just Kinn anti x Kinn fanboy

[mrssimply]

ROADRAGE

V stopped the Porsche, tires screeching into an abrupt halt, dust flying everywhere around the car. He got out of the driver's seat like he'd the devil on his ass. 

And maybe that was more accurate than imagined. Johnny let out a mean laugh when V slammed the door and kneeled on his seat to crawl over the shift. His handsome face was twisted into a snarl, aviators firmly placed on his nose as he lowered the window completely.

V was shaking as he paced in front of the car. If he’d longer hair, he would be tearing it right now. As it was, he gritted his teeth and tried to breathe through the anger. It was rare nowaday that Johnny could work him like that, but the rocker had been in a foul mood the whole night, and talked shit without a break.

They’d been driving a while before V threw them on the side of this deserted road in the middle of the Badlands. A twenty minutes trip under Johnny’s constant belittling and nagging, and whining, and anti-corpo propaganda, and general criticism of V’s life choices.

Until he lost control.

“Aww, what’s the matter, babe?” Johnny sneered with a mean smile, “Did I get you all jealous?”

V closed his eyes and tried to find the patience and serenity needed to deal with Johnny when he got like that, but found none. He kept seeing the man slouched enticingly right next to that Animal psycho. She could’ve snapped his spine in three with her pinky but Johnny kept taunting her and making lewder and lewder suggestions. Worse was, she hadn’t been immune, her interest shifting from the business V had wanted her to conduct to the resurrected legend by his side.

Legs wide open, stretching his dark jeans until he might have torn them apart, Johnny had sagged in his seat, making his shirt ride up and flashing her with a hint of his flat stomach. V’s Kiroshis had zoomed despite his best intentions to her nostrils flaring, and her pupils dilating visibly. 

Johnny had smirked, his victory visible to V from the corner of his eyes, making it clear this was entirely intentional.

That was when the merc snapped.

He opened his eyes and turned to Johnny. Like a cobra rising out of its basket, the man was now bent through the window, looking at him with anger.

“Is that why you headtailed out of that gig? Are you that gonk? It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to make them heel for good and you botched it, why? ‘cause you can’t handle some cow making eyes at me?!”

“She wasn’t just making eyes at you,” V growled, stepping closer, pulled into the maelstrom surrounding Johnny like this was his first rodeo with the man.

The rocker laughed, out loud and cutting like a knife. 

“So what?! It’s not like I couldn’t have taken her.”

“I don’t think that’s what she was thinking about,” the merc hissed through his teeth, nearly nose to nose with his friend.

Johnny’s face fell into a sneer, eyes like cold diamonds behind his glasses. 

“Oh yeah? What was she thinking about huh?” he challenged, “Same thing you’re thinking about half the time, right? I don’t see where the problem is, V, if she was bold enough to try, maybe I should let her have a go.”

Jerking back and turning on his heels, V put some distance between them. He wasn’t gonna lose his cool, because that was exactly what Johnny had been looking for since he woke up yesterday.

“Let’s fucking go back, V,” Johnny growled, “right the fuck now.”

V only glared at him from over his shoulder, arms crossed.

“Get me back here so I can let her do what you’re obviously not capable off,” the man went on, pointing to the general direction of the city.

Amazingly, after his rebirth, Johnny had let V continue driving the Porsche. A clear proof of love if you believed Kerry and Rogue. V felt like this was a cursed gift because while Johnny insisted V drive him around, the man was on his ass the moment he took a too sharp turn, yapping on about his precious girl. The point was that Johnny liked to use V as his personal taxi, but the merc wasn’t in the mood right now.

“Drive yourself,” V replied, giving him the finger.

They looked at each other in stubborn silence, before Johnny smirked again. 

“Fine,” he concluded, becoming liquid as he folded himself back into the car.

V blinked, experiencing a moment of doubt. Johnny wasn’t really gonna get back to that mammoth, right? He wasn’t gonna let her do what he’d hinted at, right?

But the rocker was also known for his stupid pride, and apparently this was now a matter of making V lose, whatever the cost.

As Johnny turned the key into the ignition, V stepped closer again, arms coming loose at his sides.

“You’re not really going back,” he declared. 

Leaning into his seat and resting his metal arm on the windowsill, Johnny looked at V from over his glasses.

“What if I am? I mean, did you see her fingers? Bet it’s gonna feel amazing around my throat.”

In a last bid for wisdom, V tried to close his eyes again, like that had ever worked for anyone.

“Johnny…”

“V..” the man drawled the same way.

“You’re not going back to her.”

“Or yeah? You gonna do something to stop me?”

That was the question. V knew what Johnny was aiming at, he could understand the need crawling under his skin, but he generally turned to Kerry for that. 

“Are you gonna stop me?” Johnny breathed again, mouth right by V’s ear. “Shut me up like you’ve been dreaming the whole way here?”

His voice brought shiver to V’s flesh, an excited frisson running down his spine. 

“Or are you gonna choke up and chicken out? ‘Cause I bet she won’t. I bet she could hold me down and destroy me with just one hand.”

Before he realized, V had Johnny’s chin in a tight grip, fingers whitening around the rocker’s red mouth.

“Fine,” he snarled, “I’ll give it to you, bitch.”

[Continue reading on AO3]

[defenselesswriter]

The Wrong Side of Reality chapter 6

chapter one here - also on ao3

Stiles can’t explain the thrill of happiness that runs through him when he sees Derek waiting outside the bowling alley for them. He tries to hide his smile, but man, is he glad to see Derek, the dude who is gonna make this night so much less awkward for Stiles.

Scott and Stiles walk up to Derek, greeting him as they get close enough. “Glad you made it!” Stiles says.

Derek ducks his head.

“How was the full moon thing?” Scott asks as they wait for Allison, Lydia, and Jackson.

Derek’s eyes widen slightly, and he looks almost shocked. He glances at Stiles, so Stiles jumps in.

“I told him how your family is super into astronomy, especially the full moon,” Stiles explains.

Everything in Derek relaxes, which is weird. He’s hiding something. Maybe not what Stiles thought it was when he was thirteen, but Derek is definitely hiding something.

“Yeah, it was good,” Derek mumbles with a shrug. “Laura was even down for it, and she hasn’t been for a couple months since school is really busy.”

Stiles smiles. “Good! It must’ve been great for her to be there.”

Derek nods. “When one of us is missing, it just doesn’t feel quite right.”

For a moment, Stiles frowns. He wishes he had that. He wishes he had a family that was close like that. Sure, he loves his dad, and his dad undoubtedly loves him, but they can go days without seeing each other and be fine. For a few years, Stiles had that almost with the Hale’s. Talia and Bruce, Derek’s parents, were always loving and kind to Stiles, always welcoming him in their home. Derek’s siblings, Laura, Cora, and Aaron, were always quick to joke around and play with Stiles as if he was one of them. Then suddenly, he wasn’t.

Something touches Stiles’ arm, and he looks to see Derek’s hand on his forearm. He lifts his head to look into Derek’s face.

“You okay?” Derek asks.

“Reminiscing,” Stiles answers with a half smile.

Derek nods, accepting the answer and taking back his hand. “I think they’re here,” he says, looking towards the entrance of the parking lot.

When Stiles turns his head, he sees Jackson’s Porsche driving into the parking lot. “How did you - ” Stiles stops himself when he sees Derek’s smug face. “I forgot about your super hearing.”

Derek laughs, but it sounds a little forced. Stiles wants to question it, but then Scott is grabbing the top of Stiles’ arm and shaking him.

“Yo,” Stiles laughs, putting a hand on Scott’s wrist. “It’s okay. Relax.”

Scott is almost bouncing in excitement. “I bet she looks really beautiful tonight like she always does.”

“Be sure to tell her that,” Stiles reminds him. “Compliments on dates are always good.”

“Wait, this is a date?” Derek asks.

“Here she comes!” Scott practically yells.

Stiles turns his head to watch Allison and Lydia walk towards them. Jackson is trailing behind, and even from across the parking lot, Stiles can tell he doesn’t look happy to be here. It makes Stiles want to laugh, but he doesn’t because he’s a good person. Most of the time.

Allison picks up her pace, the curls of her hair bouncing with each step. She is already smiling directly at Scott. “Hi!” she says once she is close enough.

Scott’s answering smile is blinding. “Hi, you look beautiful tonight like you always do.”

She smiles and looks down, her cheeks turning pink. Objectively, she’s really beautiful, Scott’s right.

Then Lydia comes strolling up, looking at Derek with a confused frown. “What is he doing here?”

Stiles slings an arm around Derek’s shoulders, making him seem more part of the group. “He’s with me.”

Lydia shrugs, accepting the answer and looks behind her. “Come on, Jackson! I want to wipe the floor with everyone’s asses!”

Derek snorts, making Lydia turn her laser sharp gaze back on him. “You don’t think I could do it?” she asks, her eyebrows raised high. She looks ready to fight with her hands on her hips.

“No,” Derek answers, and Stiles has to take a step away from him to look at him more clearly.

“No?” Lydia and Stiles ask at the same time.

Stiles is shocked that the power radiating from Lydia doesn’t scare Derek even a little, but then again, he grew up with Laura and Cora, who both emanate so much power, especially Laura.

“I mean, I guess we’ll see, but I’m really good at bowling,” Derek tells her.

“So am I,” she says slowly.

Derek puts his hand out. “May the best bowler win.”

She narrows her eyes at his hand, but then takes it, shaking it fiercely.

That’s when Jackson finally shows up, hands in his pockets. “What’s going on?” he asks, looking at Derek and Lydia’s hands.

Derek takes his hand back. “Mutual respect for competition,” he answers.

Jackson rolls his eyes. “Enough of that shit. I want nachos.”

“Cheers to that!” Stiles yells, and they all shuffle inside.

The bowling alley is pretty busy, but they’re able to secure themselves a lane. Scott pays for Allison and himself while Jackson pays for Lydia and himself, so when Derek takes his wallet out, Stiles puts a hand on his wrist.

“I’ve got this,” Stiles says, reaching behind with his other hand to grab his wallet. “My treat as thanks for coming out.”

If Stiles didn’t know any better, he’d think that Derek is blushing, but well. He isn’t. He can’t be, so Stiles moves on to paying.

“You sure?” Derek asks.

“Yeah, totally,” Stiles answers. He has some extra spending money from mowing neighbors’ lawns last summer and already has budgeted out the money he needs for car insurance and gas, so he’s good.

Once they all have their shoes, they go to their lane and put down their stuff. The boys are designated to go grab drinks and food for everyone, so they do. Scott and Jackson manage to get into a semi cordial conversation about lacrosse while Stiles notices that Derek looks a little lost.

“You good?” Stiles asks.

Derek nods. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve been out with friends. My friends don’t get out much. We mostly just hangout at my house.”

“Gotcha,” Stiles says, feeling a little jealous that Derek has close enough friends to bring to his house. “Who are your friends?”

“Well, you probably know Isaac, he’s on the lacrosse team,” Derek tells him, and they pause their conversation to order food. Stiles pays again, which Derek tries to fight him on, but eventually he lets Stiles pay.

“Lahey, right?” Stiles asks as they wait for their food.

“Yeah,” Derek says with a smile. “And then there’s Erica and Boyd.”

Stiles thinks for a moment and then shakes his head. “I can’t picture their faces.”

“I’ll point them out Monday,” Derek tells him.

“Cool.” Stiles smiles, remembering how much he missed this, missed Derek.

They all get the food and drinks, carrying them back to the table that’s in their lane. Derek excuses himself to go find the perfect ball, and Stiles is slightly surprised that Derek doesn’t have his own.

As much as he wants to dig into his curly fries and hot dog, Stiles waits until Derek gets back. While he waits, he watches Scott inch closer to Allison on the bench, looking happier than Stiles has ever seen him. Allison doesn’t look too upset to be there either. Lydia is on Allison’s other side with Jackson next to her. They look like they’re arguing, but there’s a small smile on Lydia’s lips, so Stiles doesn’t think too much of it.

While he watches them, he gets a pang of longing. He wants something like that, or someone like that.

He gets out of his thoughts when Derek sits down next to him, smiling. “Found my usual ball,” Derek tells him.

Stiles can’t help but laugh. “You have a usual?”

Derek nods. “Of course.” And there isn’t an ounce of irony in his voice.

Stiles is just smiling at him, shaking his head in amazement. “Of course.”

“So are we going to start or what?” Lydia asks loudly, standing up to start putting in people’s names. She puts everyone’s first name in except Stiles’. For him, she puts Stilinski. Probably because that’s the only way Jackson ever refers to him.

Of course, Lydia is first up with Derek right after her. She gets a spare and looks absolutely pissed about it while Derek looks smug when he scores a strike. That’s when Lydia looks murderous.

When it’s Scott’s turn, he admits he hasn’t been bowling in almost ten years, his face red as he does. Allison steps up to him and shows him how to hold the ball and the way he should throw it. It’s all very cute.

“Gross, right?” Stiles comments to Derek.

“Disgusting,” Derek laughs.

Stiles laughs with him, and in that moment, he doesn’t feel so alone.

As the night goes on, Lydia and Derek end up just a few points off from each other, Derek in the lead. They’re all talking with each other as if they’re friends, heckling at whoever is up bowling, but it’s all in good fun, and no one feels singled out. It’s surprisingly fun.

Somehow, they get on the topic of weird tricks they can all do. Allison is double jointed. Lydia can make weird shapes with her tongue. Jackson has nothing, but Stiles remembers something.

“Derek can catch anything with his mouth if you throw it at him!” he excitedly says.

Lydia looks at Derek, interested. “Well, let’s see this trick, Derek.”

Derek looks at Stiles looking a little peeved.

“Dude, it’s cool,” Stiles tells him. “And super impressive. Let’s show them. You can still do it, right?”

Derek nods and looks a little less angry. He gets up and sits next to Lydia on the bench across from where he and Stiles are sitting. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Stiles grabs a fry and tosses it towards Derek, who easily catches it in his mouth. “See!” Stiles says with a big smile on his face.

Lydia shakes her head. “A fry is easy.”

“What do you suggest?” Derek asks, his competitive side coming out.

She surveys what’s left of their food and thinks for a moment. “I want you to catch a whole hot dog.”

Stiles laughs because he thinks she’s joking, but then stops laughing when he sees Lydia and Derek’s very serious faces.

“Let’s do it,” Derek says confidently. They go and buy another hot dog, putting nothing on it. Stiles is still in confused shock when they get back, holding the hot dog.

“You guys can’t be serious,” he says, but he knows they are. They wouldn’t have bought a hot dog otherwise.

“I’ll throw it,” Lydia tells them then instructs Derek on where to stand. He’s almost in someone else’s lane while she is diagonally across from him near the rack of bowling balls.

Strangely enough, Stiles is nervous. There’s a chance Derek won’t catch it, and then it’ll make a huge mess that Stiles will feel really bad about being apart of as he watches an employee clean it up. No, Stiles will clean it up. That’s the right thing to do.

As he keeps picturing all the ways that this could fail, Stiles almost misses it when Lydia throws the hot dog. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion as Stiles’ eyes move with the trajectory of the hot dog. Logically, Stiles knows this only takes a few seconds, but it honestly feels like hours until the hot dog reaches its target.

In shock, Stiles stands up and throws both hands in the air as he shouts in excitement.

Derek caught the hot dog.

He actually caught it. In his mouth.

Everyone is cheering, and even Lydia looks pleased even though she and Derek are tied for winning one game each.

Stiles runs over and throws himself at Derek, who catches him easily as he is chewing the hot dog. They wrap their arms around each other, laughing.

“That was awesome!” Stiles yells.

Derek is trying not to laugh as he is chewing, but there’s a wide, proud smile on his face that Stiles doesn’t even register as gross. “This was awesome.”

[cc-kouga-blog]

These Are The Days 6/9

For @quietrook

One Sunday after church, Ronan finally talked to Declan about his plans. His older brother gave him a complicated stare. It was 1% incredulous, 1% disbelief and 98% pride. Ronan had trouble dealing with a proud Declan. For so many years the only emotions he inspired in Declan was disapproval and disgust. It was a sobering moment for Ronan, to see the genuine smile on the oldest Lynch’s face. More so when it echoed the smile Niall Lynch used to give his middle son. It reminded Ronan that Declan was as much as his father’s son as Ronan himself.

“I can help with the business plans and the licenses. But how are you going to separate the farm with this?” Declan made a motion to indicate the Barns and it’s many dream secrets.

Ronan brought out the schematic farm plan he had made with Adam’s help and spread it on the kitchen table. The Lynches property was vast and it gave plenty of space between the Barns and the proposed farm. Ronan and Adam had planned it so the farm would have its own access road, water source and electric line. The farm could operate independently without anyone coming close to the Barns. Declan gave him another smile and approving look.

“So you’ve been thinking about this seriously.” He remarked as he poured over the paper.

“Yeah, otherwise I wouldn’t bring it to you.” Ronan said with only half his usual barb.

Declan only hummed in response. Then he pulled out his phone and scroll through his contacts.

“I’ll start calling people on Monday. In the meantime, you need to set up a bank accounts and get in touch with an accountant.” Declan tapped some more. “There. I’ve sent you the numbers for the local bank and an accountant firm.”

“Okay.” Ronan grunted. His relationship with Declan was better, but it hadn’t reached a point where he can say ‘thank you’ without wanting to wash his mouth afterward.

When it was time to leave, Declan gripped both of Ronan’s shoulders. “I’m proud of you.” Then he kissed Ronan’s cheek and climb into his Volvo.

Ronan made a show of wiping his cheek, but once the car was out of sight, he gave in to the urge to grin. He used to think of his future in a somewhat abstract way, re-build Cabeswater, raise Opal, marry Adam. But now, he had a more concrete way of building up his future, shaping it into one he wanted and could have. It felt big, it felt significant, and he was ready for it.

Three months later, Ronan Niall Lynch was the proud owner of Lynch Farm. Declan must have pulled some strings to get all the licenses and permits issued so quickly. Ronan sent Adam a pic of Opal holding up the legal papers.

‘We might just survive if this brat can keep herself from eating the important looking papers.’

Adam’s reply was a pic of himself surrounded by piles of books.

‘I might just survive if these books can keep from eating me.’

Feeling mischievous, Ronan sent another pic of himself sticking his tongue out obscenely.

‘The question is, can you survive me eating you out?’

To which Adam sent a selfie of himself glaring at the camera, cheeks flushed, middle finger raised.

‘Fuck you Lynch. I’m blocking your number until I’m done with my tests.’

Two minutes later another text from Adam arrived.

‘And I would totally survived it. The question is, can you survive me swallowing you whole?’

Ronan had to groan and locked himself in the bathroom after that.

***

It took another month for Ronan to find a contractor to begin the construction of the farm. For the long term, Ronan had planned for several barns, hothouses and cabins. The cabins would eventually housed the workers, with one intended to be the office, although it would have a bedroom and a small kitchenette tucked in the back for his personal use.

For the first stage, Ronan had the contractor built the road and put up all the fences, but only built one barn, one hothouse and a cabin for himself. He would build the rest once he was more familiar with running a farm.

When everything was ready, Ronan went to buy the rest of what he needed to truly become a farmer. He bought packets of seeds, natural pesticides and fertilizers and the farm machines. He had his sight on a BCS two wheel tractor and it’s various implements. Once it arrived, Ronan took a picture of it and sent it to Adam.

‘My new Italian ride.’

‘What happened to the German one?’

‘I can’t fucking use her to till my farm Parrish.’

‘Is it a Lambo or a Porsche?’

‘It’s BCS you fucker.’

‘Huh. Bought it, or?’

‘Stole it from my fucking neighbor.’

‘Don’t turn me into your accomplice you asshole!’

‘Too late for that Parrish. They’ll know to pick you up if I get caught.’

‘Not if I turn you in first.’

‘Fucking traitor.’

‘Did you mean fucking tractor?’

Ronan laughed and sent Adam a pic of him shirtless, pushing the BCS.

‘I hope that’s not how you plan on doing your farming.’

‘Why not? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of my tractor?’

‘I’d like to see your Irish pale ass skin handle the sun Lynch.’

‘You like my Irish pale ass.’

Adam’s reply was a pic he took in front of the bathroom mirror. Adam was clearly just stepped out of the shower. His tan skin was gleaming with water and his towel was wrapped so low around his hips.

‘How do you like this?’

Ronan had to curse and scrambled back to his room for some privacy. He needed to appreciate the perfection that was Adam’s Parrish body, and he’d rather do it alone and behind locked door.

***

Three months later, Ronan overnighted a box full of his first harvests to Adam. He sent several heads of lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers. Two days later, he received a pic of Adam and his entryway buddies sitting around the common room. Each was holding a bowl of salad and a thumbs up.

‘Thx for the veggies. Do you think you can send us pumpkins and strawberries next?’

Ronan’s reply was a pic of him and Opal standing in front of a farmer market stall. There was a sign reading ‘Lynch Farm’ and several neat rows of vegetables off to the side.

‘We’ll see.’

***

For Adam and Ronan, there was one good thing about being in a long distance relationship. Though the separation was hard, it inadvertently cut their fighting time by a lot. Between Adam’s studies and jobs and Ronan’s farm, they didn’t really have much spare time, so whenever their free time aligned, Adam and Ronan spent it being as sappy as they could get away with, which was a lot. (Still, both vehemently denied of being a sap.)

They still bicker with each other, mostly through texts, but somehow it always ended up in shirtless pics being sent back and forth. Which led to sexting. Which led to either boy locking themselves in their room to relieve the tension.

Whenever they talk on the phone, it was always about hundreds other mundane things. They would talk about Opal or about the latest pic the Gansey trio sent them. They would gossip about Adam’s classmates and Ronan’s farmer market friends. They would commiserate over essays and the sudden shortage of manure in Henrietta. They would complain about nice customers and rude costumers. They would trade videos of their daily life. Adam waiting in line to get food at Annenberg Hall, sunrise as seen from the Barn’s rooftop, Adam doing a handstand, Ronan and Opal doing a handstand.

Some nights, they would Skype but have no conversation. Adam would study and got lost in his books, while Ronan finished his modules or re-reading his notes at the other end. They were too busy to talk, but it was nice to look up once in a while and saw your boyfriend’s face not one feet away though physically they were hundreds of miles away. It made the distance bearable.

There were days when one of them were too tired or too busy to even send a text, and that happened more often than both liked. Ronan hated those days. Those were the days where his doubts crept in and the ‘what ifs’ returned with vengeance. On those days, Ronan would take the BMW out and raced her on the backwater roads of Virginia. The older Aglionby boys knew better than to go against the charcoal gray car, and the newer ones who never even heard of Ronan Lynch’s name learned their lessons soon enough.

It was a good way of taking his mind off things. The adrenaline rush was enough to ease the restless energy thrumming under his skin and come morning light, all his doubts would seem silly. Especially when his phone had one message from Adam waiting to be opened. It was a pic of Adam in bed, wearing Ronan’s shirt, all sleepy eyed and mussed hair.

‘Thinking of you.’

Ronan saved the pic and started his day with a smile.

For Adam, days where he didn’t get in touch with Ronan in one way or another left him feeling guilty. It felt like he was forgetting Ronan or something. He knew it was irrational to feel that way, especially because they were two grown ups who built their relationship based on trust and mutual understanding.

The nights were the worst because that was when the dreams assaulted him. He often dreamed that wretched day where his hands wrapped around Ronan’s neck, robbing him of air, leaving bruises in their wake. He would wake up gasping, hands grasping the sheet so tight he almost ripped it.

Nights like those he was tempted to call Ronan even if it was three in the fucking morning. Most of the times, his finger was one tap away from making the call, but he always pushed down the urge. Ronan slept little enough as it was, Adam didn’t want to deprive him any further.

Instead, Adam would take off his clothes and wear one of Ronan’s shirt. He would take out the toy car and spin the wheels, letting the music filled his silent room. He would take out the photo album and looked at the smiling faces of his family. He would take out his phone and browse through the many pics Ronan sent him. It calmed him enough that he could finally drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt half better already. Then his phone pinged, signaling an incoming message. It was a selfie of Ronan and Opal. Opal was holding up a box of strawberries and they both were smiling ear to ear.

‘You fuckers are gonna love my strawberries.’

Adam laughed and forwarded only the pic to his group chat.

‘Strawberries are on their way.’

Adam prepared for class and he could already taste the strawberry on his tongue.

[paniccord-ff]

50.

Looking down at my watch “look at this nigga, he be staring at his watch now” Fresh said hitting my arm, looking up at him laughing “well, you know how it be. I ain’t single to be out so late anymore” the whole room fell into a fit of laughter, I felt like shit because why are they laughing at me “that’s what husbands do right?” I shrugged “I don’t know” sitting down on the chair “just because you married don’t mean you need to be home all the damn time, we all have bitches. We got bitches here” pointing at Sinko “hey, these are y’all bitches. Not mine” I just need to point that out “but we here, why you gotta be awakard and look at your watch all the damn time. You always home, you came back what, a week ago? You been coming out for two days now, I am sure she will be fine” licking my lips sitting back in my chair “y’all missing me and shit, it’s ok. I know, I am sure y’all are struggling for a home” I chuckled saying “hey, fuck you” Fresh spat, I had to add that. I just only started coming back in the studio and I am backed up on features, I am not having to make an album. I got orders from the big boss himself, not my manager but above him. I just don’t understand why they want an album, they don’t want me to go ghost. I have to be doing something, then again when single Chris was thinking he just wanted to go on tour and make albums, I regret the decisions single Chris made.

Rubbing my eyes, I think I have caught up on the features “can you send that off to Tank, I will contact him myself” smoking some more of my blunt “then after that, we can start on my album” blowing the smoke out. It’s three in the morning, I really don’t think it’s good that I am starting an album “Chris, my man!” looking at the door seeing Diddy “I thought I heard you here, what’s good?” walking around the seats “you good?” dapping him “I am fine, how was the wedding? Congratulations, she is fine homie. You chose well” busting out laughing “you know me, never was going to settle with a hoe” Diddy made his way into the studio “you think you can help me out with some songs while you here?” I was deciding to go home “uh yeah, for sure. You got the beats?” I can get this done tonight “hey Cassie” hugging Cassie “congratulations on being married now, it looks good on you” I didn’t think there was a difference “is that a good thing?” I questioned “you look well, happy” letting out on oh, I am happy.

The sun is rising, my eyes half hooded. I am done, I am ready to sleep now. The lights turned green, pressing down on the acceleration lightly but even with that the Lamborghini sped off. If I didn’t have this music on loud I would be falling asleep, I got the munchies actually but I will leave that. My stomach is full of Hennessey, turning off onto the side street. People are waking up for work and I am here ready to go to sleep, speeding up the hill. The neighbours hate me but they are barely neighbours, we live on the same street and hood but that is it. I think I am way more good then I was before I met Rylee, they should be happy. Stopping outside the gate, patting down my pockets. I have the remote for the gate somewhere, lifting up my MacBook seeing the remote under there luckily. I would have rather slept in the car then ask Rylee because she would be so angry, the time too. I have been out all day and night now but I kept in contact with her.

“Chris! Christopher!” feeling a slap on the back of my head “huh” lifting my head up a little, my head falling back onto the pillow “seriously? Chris, wake that ass up” scrunching my face up “what?” I spat groggily “Royalty, Day care. You said you are taking her so get up, it’s her first day Chris” I ain’t doing that, I can’t even be bothered. I am going back to sleep, getting comfortable again “so you’re just going to sleep again” yanking the covers over my head, I am not going to deal with that. Silence finally, I can drift off back to sleep. Feeling the bed shifting, my eyes are so damn heavy. My body relaxing falling back to sleep gradually “Chris you need to wake up, I am not playing with you. You need to take Royalty to Day Care, I have an event to go too and a meeting and you knew this but you wanted to be out” I can’t even deal with this.

I am dying, my eyes are burning and my throat hurts, Rylee won’t drop it and I can’t change dates. She is just punishing me for no reason, I am not in the mood to be with stupid little kids. Clipping my watch on my wrist, grabbing onto my snapchat from the side table. I feel so bad, I feel like death and that is no lie. Makin my way down the stairs “daddy wake” side eyeing the fact I am awake “I don’t understand why you cannot change dates, it is not hard to do” placing my snapchat on my head “you’re right it’s not but we said today, you knew this. You want some food or not?” shaking my head “good, dress Royalty for me” I have just sat down, is she really making me do this “I can’t, I have a headache” looking over at Royalty, she is a mess “you don’t want daddy to dress you, do you?” she shook her head “mommy do it” smiling at my daughter, she is a good girl “I guess this is on you” getting up from the chair, I can have a nap on the couch.

“Daddy! Daddy!! Wake up!” feeling a little hand slap my leg “huh” opening my eyes seeing Royalty all dressed, closing my eyes again “say no, say you don’t want to go. Let me sleep please” hearing a laugh come from Rylee “just get up, I am leaving too” opening my eyes, let me actually get up. Royalty is still stood staring at me smiling “what is it?” shuffling off the couch, rubbing my eye “she wants you to tell her how she looks Chris, look at her backpack. Come on” letting out an oh, looking at my daughter “you wearing Black Pyramid, oh baby you look so beautiful” she twirled around “oh my god, is that princess backpack? Oh wow! I am jealous” Royalty giggled running to me, wrapping my arms around her “you look pretty baby, I am sorry. I am moody right now” I didn’t know I have to compliment both Rylee and Royalty now.

Pulling my top down, walking towards Rylee. She stared at me waiting for me to say something but I crouched down “I ain’t finna say bye to your mom, she been on my case for no reason. I am just trying to sleep Peanut but your mom is doing the most. I am saying bye to you though, I’ll speak to you soon, I will tell you everything that happened yesterday. I won’t tell your momma just you, I love you son” touching Rylee’ stomach “rest up in there” getting up from my position “wow” Rylee said all wide eyed, Royalty touched Rylee’ stomach “and look at that, Joe is here. Have fun” I am not happy at all “come on little momma” holding my hand out to Joe, shaking his hand walking out “Chris” Joe said, I rather not speak right now and just go to this stupid shit.

I think I wasted most of my time trying to fix the car seat in my Porsche, banging the car door shut “so we good to go?” looking at Royalty, I hate car seats. I have taken so much time that even Rylee is leaving at the same time as me, slowly driving towards Rylee. Pressing my window down “Rylee” I said out of window “oh you speaking to me?” she pointed at herself “take care” Rylee walked over to the car “same to you, I wish I could come with you both but just make sure she is safe there and happy. Call me if you want anything, I don’t know how long this meeting will be but I will be home as soon as I can.” Poking my lips, Rylee rolled her eyes at me. Moving her hair back with her hand kissing my lips “still mad you didn’t come home” she moved back “I miss you already!” I spat “nigga shut up!” Joe half shouted, putting my middle finger up at him.

I thought I will let my baby drive off first, staring at Rylee as she stared me. Gesturing her to drive off first, she flashed me a smile driving off in her Range. Driving behind slowly “so you going to tell me, what you got in that bag? You hiding food from daddy?” looking over at Royalty “no, I not tell” I will check myself when I get there, looking in my rear-view mirror to make sure the gates closed behind us. Getting my phone out from my pocket “let’s put some music on, no girly music though” I will just put it on a random shuffle, pressing play and placing my phone in my lap. I am following right behind Rylee, I bet she is getting annoyed with me. I need to turn off now anyways, I will stop annoying her. Pressing down on the acceleration speeding by Rylee, her lane has traffic so have fun with that.

Holding Royalty’ hand walking towards the day care, smiling down at her. It does make me happy, honestly mind blowing how involved I am with Royalty now, I would have never been trusted to do such a thing with her. I wouldn’t have been allowed to bring her to her first day here, I am truly blessed. Pressing the buzzer on the side “I do it!!” Royalty yelped trying to reach up, picking her up so she could press it “yay!” Royalty clapped, placing her down on the ground. Rylee told me to make sure this place is safe, makes Royalty happy and is good I think. I will make sure that it is of course. The door opened exposing a young female “hello there” she smiled “come on in” she held the door open, placing my hand behind Royalty’ head motioning her inside the building “hello, I am Lilly welcome” she held her hand out to me “hey, I’m Chris” I don’t know why I am introducing myself like she don’t know “nice to meet you and you must be Royalty, don’t you look pretty today. Who did your hair?” Royalty stepped back into me all shy “mommy” she said in a whisper “oh wow, it looks so pretty” Royalty is going to be shy now.

Walking behind the lady with Royalty in my arms, she is either lazy or just doesn’t like it “this is the room Royalty will be in, her class. How about we have some time in there and play? We can have daddy with you, yes?” Royalty is not feeling it, I know her “she will get used to it, I think she will anyways” I hope she does, she will be coming here for the mornings “this will help Royalty to engage with other children, get her ready for classrooms. This where we can begin development at this stage” I wish Rylee came, I have no idea what I am doing “alright, the thing I want to make sure is that my daughter is safe. I don’t want nobody else picking her up beside me or Rylee, you will meet her but she is not here. Nobody can pick Royalty up no matter what they say” the lady nodded her head “oh yes, nobody can come in this building. We have to see the parent before they even enter. Every parent is checked before they take a child, I understand having you as a parent you want her safety” I don’t trust Nia either, she is dying to see Royalty.

Walking into the room, placing Royalty on the ground “let’s take this off” taking Royalty’ backpack off her “I will hold it for you” I wonder what she has in this, it is heavy “what do you have in here?” I was supposed to check, unzipping the bag “Roro, seriously?” looking up at her “mine, it mine” she mumbled “so you stole my Grammy award? That is mine, you crazy” zipping the bag “I cannot believe you, why you taking awards for. Silly butt” straightening myself frowning at Royalty “Chris this is Peyton, she will be working closely with Royalty and the kids in this class” she is very young, pretty too. She must be mixed race “hey Peyton” shaking her hand “nice to meet you Chris” she ain’t so ugly like they usually are, feeling Royalty wrap herself around my leg and burst out crying “why are you crying?” why is she doing this now, seriously “she stole my Grammy and she is crying about it” shaking my head.

These chairs are so damn small, my big ass hanging off this shit “you finna paint like daddy do? Show me, come on baby. It’s not that bad, I am here” I don’t think Royalty’ first day is going as well as I thought “is she settling in well?” Peyton walked over to us “uhhh she is quiet, I think if I move she will cry or want to come” she let out an oh “that is fine we can speak here, Lilly was telling me that there is a concern about Royalty’ safety and we would never let Royalty leave without people we know of, so yourself and Rylee?” nodding my head “I just don’t want nothing to happen to her, I don’t want anybody to take Roro. This is all so new to her, she is pretty much always with me or Rylee so she is with adults mostly. Sometimes her cousins see her, so this is very different and sharing will be a little weird to do” this little girl keeps waving at me smiling and then giggling, smiling back at her “we will help with things like this, Royalty who is this painting for?” she asked “Roro, the lady asking you” I said Royalty looked up “daddy, mommy” smiling at her.

Royalty held onto my hand taking me everywhere, my back is aching and I am about tired of these kids “you can play with dolls here too baby, I will wait there while you play there” she shook her head, I am being bombarded with kids and I rather stand back “daddy sit here” I groaned out, I am not built for this right now. Sitting down on the small chair again “what you finna do now baby?” I need to keep this backpack close to me now, I am shocked she has my Grammy in her backpack. Didn’t Rylee check this or she might not have cared, Roro really took my Grammy to this place. Royalty is really not here for sharing because any kid that comes along she stares at them like they don’t belong. Feeling a hand touch my shoulder, turning my head seeing this little boy “hey” I have realised that there is more teachers here then there were before “I see you on TV!” the kid yelped “so do I, I see myself on TV. It’s weird” Royalty jumped on my leg “my daddy” she climbed on me “I thought you playing? What are you doing baby?” she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I do not want to come here again, but Royalty has to come here because I am about to be paying a whole lot of money for this. Rylee can come here because I have no idea how to deal “did you like playing here Royalty?” Peyton asked, Royalty straight up shook her head “no” that is my daughter “she will get used to it I am guessing” stepping outside “well we understand it is a big step, so if we start off slowly with her. Mornings is what you wanted?” I have no idea if I did “I think you spoke to my wife, she said mornings only” I didn’t agree to anything but say yes “great, it will be good for Monday if Rylee and you both come together so we get her more engaged and comfortable. She will soon settle into it, there may be a few tears when you leave her” smiling at Royalty “she is good at doing that, Roro is a diva” she is so moody for no reason.

I am so tired, I feel like dropping Royalty off with Rylee “what shall we do next? Something reasonable? Something to do with food?” grabbing my phone from the side panel, seeing my sound engineer calling me “what’s good homie?” I said down the phone “you didn’t take your hard drives with the music? Luckily nobody took it” I really didn’t “oh shit, you there now? I can come to the studio now?” what am I even playing at, I left my music hard drive there and anybody could have stole that “yeah, come now I am waiting” what an idiot “cool” disconnecting the call “I need to go and get my things from the studio baby, I know it’s boring but I need to get it” I don’t know why my daughter is moody, she is being moody for no reason.

Lifting Royalty up so she could press the button for the elevator “yay! Daddy!” she clapped, placing her back on the ground “can I have phone” Royalty turned to me “uh, not right now but I will give it you after baby ok?” the elevator doors opened slowly, Bailey’ face slowly dropped. Seeing both Lo and Bailey, turning my face motioning Royalty into the elevator. I am glad they are getting off, fuck them hating ass, fake ass motherfuckers. Turning around meaning mugging them both, hitting the top floor button. Lo turned to look behind him and I put a finger up at him, stupid nigga is such a fake after everything, I gotta thank him for Rylee though.

Smiling across me, my date is so cute “you trying to be grown huh baby, sat on your own looking at me like that. You chose this place” Royalty had me walking up and down Hollywood just to choose this place out of them all, it looks nice though. Just I have never been here weird enough “so baby, what would you like?” looking down at the menu, pushing my snapback down licking my lips “chicken!” I knew that, what do you get a child “are you ready to order?” the waiter came over, looking up at him “not really, Roro. What do you want? Tell this man what you want?” she climbed up on the booth seat “chicken! Chicken!” she jumped up and down “the only thing I can see on this thing is chicken and waffle? Can I have that and fries, can you get me southern fry. And then Sprite and water” closing the menu “sit down before you hurt yourself” even though I am hating life right now it is nice that it is just me and Roro together and nobody else.

I had to sit next to Royalty and feed her, she tried to be grown but I had to break the chicken up for her “mmmm, daddy eat” she lifted her hand up, shaking my head “daddy is ok, I think I have eaten most of your food now” she danced and ate the piece of chicken herself, I wonder when we can have a nap. I am sure she is due for some sleep because I know I am “juice!” she pointed, picking the water up for her “we need to clean your hands baby girl” she is a mess, see this wouldn’t have happened with Rylee because everything would have been perfectly done. Royalty is really damn thirsty, laughing at her drinking “oh my god my daughter, Royalty” my eyes widened moving the drink back looking to the side of me seeing Nia and a whole bunch of girls, my heart sank instantly. Nia started crying, I didn’t know what to do. Grabbing the tissue from the table cleaning Royalty’ hands, I need to get out of here “look at her, she has grown so much. Let me see her” Nia grabbed my arm “get off me, seriously don’t touch me!” yanking my arm away, I need to go now.

Royalty stared in confusion “Royalty baby, it’s mommy” Nia sobbed out, sliding out of the booth. Royalty stood up on the booth seat, looking around me and every diner is staring at this mess. Digging into my back pocket “yo!” waving the waiter over, Nia pushed me out of the way “daddy!” Royalty stomped crying, Nia is acting mad fucking crazy. I was about to push Nia back but I stopped myself, with many people here I didn’t want to look like the bad guy “oh my baby, look at you, oh my god. You have grown, it is mommy. I miss you so much” passing the guy a hundred bill “just get out of her face Nia, move!” Royalty seemed to be really freaked out by Nia “you’re scaring her! Get out of the way, are you fucking stupid?” Nia turned to me “you stole my daughter away from me, he stole her!” eyeballing Nia “are you fucking crazy!?” she is crazy, making my way towards Royalty but Nia physically grabbed my top “give me my daughter back!” grabbing her wrists “let go of me, you’re scaring her” she won’t let go of my top “shall I call the police?” the waiter said, I don’t even want that but she is attacking me and I can’t just throw her ass down “Nia get off him, you’re really upsetting her” her friend finally spoke but Nia hit my chest.

Nia sobbed out “let me see her, why is she looking at me like this! You have that bitch calling her mommy! You bastard” she slapped my face, my mouth fell open. Her friend yanked Nia back away from me as I stared in shock holding my face, I am so ready to flip a table but hearing Royalty cry I stopped caring “it’s ok come here” picking Royalty from the seat, Roro held my neck tightly sobbing out “you stole her! You took my daughter” mean mugging Nia “you’re a shit mother, you didn’t know how to look after her. Mad that she actually has a mother that is there for her, she actually gets love. You pushed it, this is on you. You’re unfit and crazy!” my poor baby is so distraught “you think she want to go near someone that is attacking someone she loves, you never loved this girl. You loved the money” I would throw a chair at this bitch if I could.

Nia has lost her mind, I ain’t the type to get police involved but the waiter called them and now I am stuck here “are you wanting to press charges?” the officer asked, “yes he does” my ears perked up hearing Rylee’ voice, she was quick to come “I don’t know what happened but yes” I am so annoyed, I only wanted to feed my daughter “did she slap you!?” Rylee touched my cheek “did you do this?” Rylee looked at Nia “you hit my husband, it’s ok bitch we have people here seeing what you did” I just want to go now, I am over today “you are free to go with your daughter, we will be in touch with you” the officer said, Nia has really shook Royalty acting like a clown “you fucking bitch, you hit my man” looking up at Rylee holding her wrist “I want to just get out of here please” Rylee looks so annoyed “Royalty is gripping onto your shirt, are you ok to hold her?” shit is fucked up, I will get a restraining order on her ass “yeah” getting up from the chair.

Touching my cheek looking in the rear-view mirror, Rylee gripped my chin and moved my face to the side to see “ooohhh I want to beat her ass, she fucking hit you!” sitting back in my seat “I am proud you kept calm” she said, blowing out air “I was so close to doing something stupid, she came at me sideways for nothing. I am so angry, I called you because I don’t know I just needed to tell someone” shaking my head “it’s ok, I just left the place. I wasn’t far off, what exactly happened?” I am tired, irritated and ready to punch something “I was sat eating and she went crazy seeing Royalty, but Roro got more scared with the way she was acting, Nia just looked out of it crazy. She scared Roro, the dumb bitch. I did nothing but do my thing” Rylee touched my hand “pressing charges, I don’t care you leave that shit to me. She should be happy her daughter is somewhere good! She is not a good mother and she knows it, just go home now and sleep. Has Royalty slept? If she has, then I can take her” shaking my head, I feel deflated as fuck “ok, so just get her blankie. Sleep and I will be back before you know it, I do need to go back. Everyone kept saying where is Chris, we do need to sort the manger thing out. I will speak to you about everything, call me ok? If you need me, I am always here” smiling at Rylee “you’re like superwoman, you came here fast” she really did come here so fast after I put the phone down.

Royalty is still asleep but I woke up pretty much after an hour, I don’t know. I just can’t sleep “Chris! Are you upstairs!?” hearing Rylee half shouting “yes!!” I shouted back, she is back and I am so happy “ok, I am coming up” I am glad she is coming to me, I need some loving. I am watching Rylee’ shows, I am watching The Kardashians for, I don’t know why I am watching this shit but Rylee is forever watching it “is Royalty asleep in her room?” Rylee asked, lazily looking over at Rylee “yeah, I put her in her own room” turning the volume down “ok, I am so glad to take these heels off” she dropped them to the ground “don’t mind me, I am about to take everything off” smiling at Rylee, watching her undress “what are you smiling at?” grinning at Rylee shaking my head “just waiting on you to take off your wig off next” Rylee put a finger up at me walking into the bathroom “this weave is in good, fuck you” I chuckled rubbing my face.

“I am bra free, make up free, clothes free. I am so happy!” she really went all out and took everything off, she came out in just my tee “sorry, I can’t be sexy right now. I am too tired for it” she is tired, I am more tired than she is but I won’t say that to her. Rylee climbed onto the bed, crawling over to me “I missed you so so much!” Rylee pressed a kiss to my lips and then collapsed, laying her head on my stomach “I missed you more, how was your day babe?” touching the side of Rylee’ head, pushing back her hair “tiring, it was a meeting about what to do next. Mark really wants me to do the pregnancy shoot and then baby, the new designs for Black Pyramid are so cute! The females are going to love it, shame you wasn’t there. I got invited to Milan but I declined, I don’t have the energy for it, I am more stressed about this baby and then my big baby getting hurt. Are you watching my shows?” I love her ears, they are so cute. Rubbing her earlobe between my fingers “I didn’t know what else to watch, well I said to Mark to not work you too hard so there is that. I don’t really want you to work so ignore them” she can rest up before this baby.

Rylee reached behind her, holding my hand and pulling it forward “besides the fact the bitch hit you, how was day care for Royalty?” Rylee placed my hand on her cheek “it was ok but Roro ain’t like it as much, she was only ok because I was close by. The women want us to both go on Monday to settle her in, we spent some time. I saw Lo and Bailey but we said nothing and just walked by, I forgot my music hard drives. Then that happened to me, I am a little upset that Nia has really upset Royalty like that. That bitch is crazy” Rylee got up from her position “restraining order?” Rylee said crawling up to me, resting her back against the headboard “that is what I am thinking” Rylee touched my cheek “did you send a picture to your lawyer about this? She assaulted you, I don’t care. Even though I want to hit her I won’t, evil won’t get us baby” evil always wants to get me.

Smiling at the very first selfie Rylee and I took “you remember this?” turning my phone to Rylee, she is busy watching her shows and has gone all quiet “oh wow, back when I found you annoying” grinning at Rylee “I remember when I said to you that we would look back at this moment and say it all started here and it did, look at us now. We are married, I made the best decision in my life and that is you. I could never repay how much you have changed my life, it is a shame you never came to my shows and you ended up seeing Trey Songz” Rylee groaned out “you will never forget this but I wouldn’t have been a girl you liked, I don’t know why you like me. I am just regular as fuck, you fucked Rosa” I cringed “see, you don’t like it” she remembers that “you were a dick Chris, you chased me and was having sex with her. At times you scared me, not in a bad way but you had such a bad reputation with women. But then I just slowly started seeing a different man, it was like breaking this persona, the more you started feeling love the more you exposed the better you and when people said things I was like nope, that ain’t him and it’s not. I am happy with you, I love you” taking in a deep breath “light skinned tendencies I had” I mumbled.

Placing Rylee’ tee over her bump “I have a feeling that Peanut is going to be so light skinned and bougie already, I know he finna have a big forehead, your nose because that seems to be a big trait in your family. Maybe brown eyes” Peanut is going to get the world “your ears, he will have your ears. I hope your eyes too, your freckles. You have a beautiful face” Rylee touched the side of my face “I was supposed to tell you about last night Peanut, so I went to the studio and I was going to come home but guess who came in? Diddy and Cassie, you will meet Cassie she is like so beautiful but not as beautiful as your mom but they came. I did some more songs so that means more money, I got late and then your mom wanna be stank with me and hit me to wake me up, she mad rude Peanut. I took your sister day care, she cried, she took my Grammy to the day care” looking at Rylee “did you know that?” Rylee shook her head “Peanut wants you to leave him alone because the only beautiful female here is his mom” Rylee retorted, placing my cheek against Rylee’ stomach “he tells me that you a liar” I gasped moving my face “you felt that didn’t you?” staring at the stomach all wide eyed “he touched me? Oh my god, I felt him” I feel so overwhelmed “I told you, that is him telling you to stop talking about another woman” I am so amazed “that is our son in there, oh my god. Why can’t we have him now” I want to meet him so badly.  

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Chapter 15

Terrance

10:20 am

Knocking on the door of my boy King’s spot, I looked down at my watch and smacked my teeth. Leave it up to my dumb ass to leave my wallet here last night, and King stupid ass to forget to bring it this morning. Stepping back as the door opened, I expected Tiana to answer the door, but instead her cute ass cousin did.

“Oh hey.. Terrence right?”.

I nodded clearing my throat and taking my hands out my pocket.

“yeah. I left my wallet here yester-”

“Oh come in come in. I don’t know where it might be so you can grab it”.

I nodded with a smile and walked into the house. Hearing the door close, I walked over to the dining room and grabbed my wallet. Turning back around I looked around and nodded. Me and my boy done came up, from Bedstuy projects to New Orleans Mansions. I laughed to myself then headed back towards the door.

“So you and King been friends for a while?”.

Lourdes questioned. I nodded turning around.

“yeah, we been boys since like Middle school is. Funny thing is we beefed at first. Then we fought and ever since then we been best friends”.

She laughed, rubbing her arms from being cold then smiled.

“So you staying in New Orleans?”.

I questioned, she exhaled and shrugged.

“I guess so. Not here though. Im gonna get a job and get out on my own”.

I smiled with a nod. She was really beautiful. Besides the bruise on her cheek and her small but busted lip she was gorgeous. Young compared to me but cute. I looked down at my watch then back at her. I had 2 hours to spare since King was busy on his own today.

“You wanna catch breakfast”.

“I can’t my fa-”

“Trust me. It’s not that bad. I haven’t ate and I know you haven’t”.

She twisted back and forth at her waist then shrugged.

“Ok.... Let me go get dressed”.

I nodded, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch.

Lourdes

11:30

“Oh please, I’m not letting you convince to me that you could have played football. You don’t look like you have an athletic bone in your little ass body”.

I laughed, taunting Terrence. We was headed back to Tiana’s house. Breakfast was good and he payed, but we only spent a hour there since he had to get back to work.

“Oh you trynna rib me. Listen I was the illest nigga when we was younger. If I hadn’t went to that square ass law school, I could have been the realest nigga playing for the Giants”.

I laughed, smacking my teeth and waving me off. He was totally the opposite of what I imagines. I thought he was Boogie and stuck up, but he’s far from it. Pulling up to the we sat in the front for a while just sitting in silence.

“Well thank you f-”

Before I could finish, Terrence’s lips smashed into mine.

Pushing his face away I looked ta him in disbelief.

“What was that?”.

He laughed, shrugging, still leaning over on my side of the car.

“I’m just acting on how I feel”.

I laughed and shook my head.

“Nah.. I don’t think it’s ri-”

“Ain’t nobody gotta know. Lets keep it between me and you”.

I thought to myself. I haven’t had sex in forever. I don’t even think I remember with penetration feels like. And besides what’s a little nookie on the side with no feelings attached. I smiled leaning over his leg and taking the keys out the ignition.

“Lets go”.

Tiana

1:20 pm

I sat and watched as Johan got his picture taken for his passport. I been running all morning trying to get everything situated for this trip. After all was finished, I picked the kids up early so we can go ahead and get this done and have it out of the way. Even though Sanaa already had one, Trent didn’t. But I didn’t feel it would be fair to just pick him up, so I grabbed her too.

I was really excited about this. I have never before had to take a business related trip but to say it now feels dope as shit.

“Do we already have clothes for the show... I don’t wanna wear one of my old dresses?”.

I laughed, nodding my head at Sanaa. Taking my phone out I took a few pictures of her and edited them. Afterward I put them on my Instagram.

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“Ooooo do you think daddy will let me try out for Cheer at my new school. I already do gymnastics but I wanna do cheer too?”.

I shrugged my shoulders, placing Titan back in his stroller and strapping him in.

“I don’t know. How about we surprise him at the office with lunch and ask?”.

He eyes lit up and she nodded aggressively.

I grabbed my phone about to shoot him a text, but then just decided to surprise him with our presence.

1:40

I smiled as I approached Kings office door. Placing my phone in my purse, I then opened the door. My smile dropped and unwillingly jealously ran over me.

Trent and Sanaa ran over to Kingston while I stood at the door, still trying to figure out what was going on. He looked at me with a smile, then stood up quickly and walked over to me.

“Oh I’m sorry baby. Ummm Damn, Tiana this is my new assistant Porsche. And Porsche this is my Fiance and our dream team Sanaa, Trent, and Titan”.

I was so caught up in little miss thang up in here, then fact that he said fiance didn’t hit me until a few seconds later. I decided to bask in it and held my head high as she approached me with her hand out.

“It’s so nice to meet you. King has told me all about you?”.

I smiled returning the gesture.

“I’m sure Kingston has”

She cleared her through looking back at the kids and smiling. I watched as she slid out of the door, not forgetting to close it behind her.

“Baby?.... What was that?”.

King laughed. I shrugged my shoulders, taking Titan from his stroller and placing him on the floor. 

“Nothing. I greeted her as I was suppose to”.

Smacking his teeth, he pulled me close to him and picked my lips softly while holding my waist.

“I had no idea you needed a assistant. Why didn’t you get a guy, or a gay dude assistant”.

He laughed once more, taking the bag of food from my hand and placing it on the table. I watched as he portioned it out, giving the kids their food along with their drink.

“No need to be jealous. You’re all I need”.

I scoffed, throwing my head back and letting out a sarcastic laugh.

“Jealous? Me? No not at all. I’m just saying...I like how you threw that fiance thing in there”.

He smiled, shoving some food in his mouth and shrugging his shoulders.

“Just speaking the good into existence”.

[teenwolf-er-blog]

Theo Raeken Prompt (Wattpad) Part 1

"So, I've got news for you." Scott says as we walk through the school doors.

"Oh, great idea Scott. Wait until we're inside the noisy school walls to tell me something important." I say sarcastically, throwing my hands in the air and rolling my eyes.

"Sorry." Scott says unapologetically. "Anyways, the news-"

"Hey, there pigtails." a voice says from behind us.

"Oh no. No no no." I say, not turning around. Only one person would call me that. "Scott, no. Please say no. I did not just hear that."

Scott gives me a small, sheepishly apologetic shrug, and I find myself forced to turn around.

I have to say, I wasn't expecting him to look this...hot. The Theo Raeken I knew wasn't this good looking a long time ago.

"Wow, pigtails, talk about a major makeover." Theo says as his eyes look me up and down.

I roll my eyes and try not to hit him. Little jerk. I mean, yes I can say the same about him, but I won't.

"I'm glad to see you too, Theo." I say, the sarcasm clear in my voice.

"I thought you were that same little girl with braces and pigtails," Theo starts, ignoring what I said, "Now you're clearly a babe."

"Shut up. I hate it when people say I'm a 'babe' it pisses me off. I'm not one of those sluts that like to be groped and called weird kinky names." I say, crossing my arms and preparing myself to walk away.

"Well, that role would definitely suit you." Theo says, licking his lips.

"Scott," I say, turning to my big brother. "I'll see you later?"

"Uh, yeah, see you." he says and I walk away, ignoring Theo. He's such an ass.

"You're an idiot, Theo." I hear Scott say.

"I was being honest." I hear Theo reply.

"Whatever it was, stop it. I don't want to know that you're calling my sister anything that's not her name. You hear me?" Scott orders. Having a big brother definitely has its perks.

"Fine. But if she keeps walking like that, it's going to be difficult."

*

As I plop down on my usual seat in math class, my mind wanders back to Theo. Little flirt. I've seen him flirt with every single girl that took a second glance at him. I don't know why, but it makes my blood boil every time he makes a girl blush. Just the thought of the possibility of Theo hanging out with one of those Greek goddesses from the school makes me want to kill them. I don't know-

"Woah, someone's in a mood." Theo suddenly says, breaking my thoughts.

I look at him and offer him a glare. "What are you talking about?" I snarl.

"I'm a chimera, I can smell it." he says, immediately capturing my attention.

"You're kidding," I say, giving him a suspicious glance.

"No I'm not." Theo says, shaking his head.

I blink. I can't believe it. I've always wanted to be a chimera. The thought of being able to turn into an actual wolf has always been appealing to me. And I have to say, I'm a little jealous of him.

"Anyways, having a moody day?" Theo asks me, sitting on the seat next to me.

"I'm fine," I say, not missing the annoyed tone that comes out of my lips.

"No you're not. I can smell your anger and I can hear that you're lying. What's up?" he asks.

"You are in no position to ask that. I barely know you-"

"I haven't changed since fourth grade." He cuts me off.

I give him a 'really?' glare. "I doubt that." I say lamely.

"Ohh definitely in a terrible mood," Theo teases, pushing it a little too far.

"Shut up." I snarl, looking away from him as I open my notebook and start doing little meaningless scribbles on the pages.

The class starts and, as usual, my mind goes to everything else that isn't math. I can just borrow Scott's notes from his Sophomore year. It's a good thing we keep all the school stuff at home.

"Miss. McCall?" the teacher suddenly asks, making me whip my head up from my notebook and stare at her.

Uh oh. Did she ask me something? Is she going to ask me about what she was explaining? Oh God, this is why I'm supposed to pay attention in class.

"Yes?" I ask, trying to sound completely innocent.

"Are you okay? You're looking rather pale." She replies.

I'm about to say that I'm fine, when an idea rushes to my head. I can pretend I'm feeling a little off and I can get out of here. I don't want to stay, and I most certainly don't want to be around Theo. Getting away is a huge help.

"Actually," I say, "I'm feeling a little dizzy. I was about to ask if I could go to the nurses office."

"And maybe I should take her," Theo suddenly says.

I jerk my head in his direction and I give him a glare, which he ignores.

"You know, just in case something happens to her." He explains.

"Yes. Go, go." the teacher says, waving at us in dismissal before turning back to the board.

I sigh in annoyance as I gather my things and sling my backpack over my shoulder, Theo following suit.

I quickly walk out of the classroom. With any luck, I'll be able to make it out of Theo's sight and I can run off back home.

Unluckily for me, Theo catches up. "Aren't we supposed to be going to the nurses office?" he asks.

"I'm bailing. I don't want to be here anymore," I say, shrugging carelessly.

"You can't leave," Theo says, shaking his head. "You don't have a ride."

"I don't need one. I can just walk." I say, seeing where this is leading.

"You're walking three miles?" he asks, clearly knowing I'm not going to walk.

I abruptly come to a stop, and I turn to Theo with an annoyed glare. "Look if you want to take me home, fine. Just as long as I get out of this place. Now shut up and stop pretending like you know what's going on in my mind because trust me, you don't." I snarl, my voice full of venom.

Theo blinks, clearly surprised by the sudden answer. But he recovers and says, "Let's go, then."

We walk the rest of the way to his car in complete silence. I don't look at him, but I can feel his eyes on me. What is he looking at me for? Do I have something on my face? Did my makeup smear? His staring is making me uneasy, he should stop. It's annoying.

"Well, here it is." Theo says, stopping next to a huge gray pickup truck.

I can't hide my surprise. I had a hunch that Theo was one of those bad boys, and I expected him to own a fancy Porsche or a really expensive motorcycle, but this beautiful truck took me by surprise. I've always liked big cars, and the fact that Theo owns one kind of gives me a feeling I can't quite understand about him.

"This truck is amazing..." I say in complete awe. My mouth is slightly open and my eyes are looking at the vehicle in front of me.

"Yeah," Theo says, his voice perfectly smooth. I'm guessing he wanted to impress me, and I'm sure he's proud he did.

"Wow." is all I manage to get out.

"Get in," Theo says, opening the passenger door for me.

Normally, I would've been a little more conscious about what I was doing, but there was a feeling I had and I couldn't push it away. It was distracting me. Something to do with this car, that's what it was. But I had a strange sensation that maybe it had something to do with Theo.

I hop on the passenger seat and Theo closes the door. Being in a big car like this gives you a powerful feeling.

Theo gets into the driver's seat and he closes his door. "What do you think?" he asks.

"You've got one hell of a car," I say, looking out the window and down to the floor which seems really far away.

Theo gives a small chuckle and he turns the truck on, and I don't have a clue how, but my eyes are suddenly on his amazing arms. He's got a lot of muscle, so much that you can see his toned body through the hoodie he's wearing. I find myself staring and I blush, looking away. What's going on with me?

Minutes later, we're on the road, and I'm looking out the window without actually looking. My eyes are staring blankly ahead, while my mind keeps going back to Theo. Why? I don't know. But I don't have a problem with it, at all. The idea of Theo without a shirt is basically making me drool. And let's not even talk about him without any clothes at all-

"What are you thinking about?" Theo asks, knocking me out of my daydreams.

"Oh, n-nothing." I lie, knowing very well that I'm bright red.

"Are you sure about that? I could smell very...ah, lustful emotions coming from you." He says, a little amused yet awkward look on him.

"I-uh," I stutter, blushing even more, "Just, uh, thinking about someone. That's-That's all."

Theo looks at me sideways, a curious look flashes in his eyes. "Who were you thinking about?" he asks.

"Nobody of your interest." I say, looking away from him and turning back to the window, trying to hide my face which looks like it's on fire.

"That only makes me want to know even more," he says, and I know that he's going to keep insisting until I give him a name.

So I say the first one that comes to mind.

"Liam. I was, uh, thinking about Liam." I lie, and I almost laugh at myself because of the name. Liam? Really? He's never going to belive me.

"Oh. Okay," Theo says, much to my surprise.

The rest of the way is silent. And it's only when I snap myself out of my dirty thoughts and back into real life that I realize that Theo's not taking me home.

"Theo, where are you going?" I ask him, looking at him.

"I'm going to my house. I need to get something first." He says, not taking his eyes off the road.

I narrow my eyes at him. "What do you need to get?"

"Something very important." He says. "And I'm not telling you what it is, so don't bother asking."

I sigh in annoyance. And then I get a little scared. What if he's a bad guy? Like a villain? And what if he's taking me to his house to murder me?

Calm down, I tell myself, Just don't get out of the car and you'll be fine.

I pay close attention to the road, making sure that I remember any distinctive things that might help someone find me.

When we get there, Theo gets out and he opens up the door for me.

"Oh, no. I'm okay. I'll just stay here." I tell him, giving him a false reassuring smile.

"You're kidding right? It's three degrees out here." He says.

He's right. I can't deny the fact that I feel the absence of heat outside. It's freezing and I don't want to die just yet.

Just be completely careful. Don't let your guard down and you'll be fine.

"Fine," I say, cautiously getting out of the car.

I hear Theo close the door behind me and lock the car before his footsteps reach me and we walk side-by-side to the front door.

He takes the keys out of his pocket and he opens the door, holding it for me.

I give him a slight thankful smile as I walk in and I'm immediately glad I did. It's perfectly warm in here. It's very nice.

There's an armchair to the right, along with a sofa and a few small chairs. In the center of the seats, there's a brown carpet under a wooden coffee table.

Beyond the small living room, you can see the dining room. There's a brown eight-seater table, above it hangs a beautiful chandelier that shines with crystals.

To the left there's a door that I'm guessing leads to the kitchen and the stairs are beside it.

"Are your parents here?" I ask him, just to make sure that we're not alone.

[hakuntamatatafuckers]

in my veins

                 I can feel it. It floats through the air like bees on a hot day. His stare burns through me like no other. I stare back, just as intensely. I feel it, and after all, I know he must feel it too. –My name is April Winters, and my life is just as big a paradox as my name.

                   My story begins on his birthday, March 15. Beware the ides of March right? Well apparently Julius Caesar wasn’t the only one that should have taken precautions, in fact my story makes me feel a lot like him, maybe we share more than being backstabbed by our closest confidante.

                   “Be careful sweetie! Drive safely! Don’t stay out too long!” these are just some of the precautions my step-monster shrieked as he backed out of my father’s driveway. My lips sported a tight lipped smile as I waved back at her.

                   “Hurry up before I kill you, jerk.”- he laughed out loud and honked thrice before speeding off in his brand new cherry colored Porsche. I let out a breath and begin to change from my gruesome and flinch-worthy outfit to something more “me”, as Zeus liked to put it. He kept his eyes on the road, but I could see from the corner of my eyes that he was struggling to keep the attention away from me. I mean, who could blame him? I was his girlfriend of four years and I still had not “put out”, as his friends loved to so-kindly put it.

                   “You okay over there, big guy?”- I pull my shorts up to my waist and kiss his red cheeks. He hums silently trying to respect me, but I can see his hands have begun to turn white from holding the steering wheel so tight. I smile at this sweetheart I get to call mine. He grabs my hand when he realizes I’m done and kisses it ever so softly, as if to remind me he will wait as long as I want him to.

                   “Yup, it’s all good here.” He stares at me and grins. If anything it makes me want to jump over the seat and attack him with kisses, but I control myself.

                   “You sure about that? Your hands are kind of giving you away, you know?” Panic arises in his eyes for a split second, yet he hides it well. Zeus grin becomes even bigger as he says: “if I can’t touch you I might as well hold on to something of yours.”

                   At the time I did not understand what he meant by that, but today it makes me shiver how I was so stupid to let something so obvious pass me by. I laugh and throw my head back, which makes him laugh too.

                   “Where are we going, Mr. Keller?”

                   “Oh, you know, nowhere special. It’s not like it’s my 21st birthday or anything.” He shrugs nonchalantly as if his birthday means nothing to him, keeping his eyes on the road yet biting back a smirk.

                   “Yeah, I mean, today’s nothing special but where are you taking me?” I answer, hiding his gift in the palm of my hand. He has to make a double take to see if I am actually joking, and I can visually see him relax when he sees my shit-eating grin.

                   “You, my beautiful best friend, suck balls.” He hits my thigh with my hand and grabs his gift from my hand as I lean over the console and kiss him softly on the lips. He laughs out loud as he stops the car on the side of the road recklessly to grab me from my chair and set me on his lap. He pushes my hair back from my left side to my right and kisses that shoulder blade. I laugh and push the box towards him, as if to say; open it. When he does open it and sees a house key, he furrows his eyebrows and looks at me with his head tilted to the right. I laugh and grab a necklace that laid on my chest for seven months now. I take out the necklace from under my top and show it to him, it holds a key just like the one I gave him.

                   “It’s for us” I whisper, suddenly growing shy at the sight of my secret getting out in minutes. He looks even more confused at this statement and I have to bite my lips to muffle an “aw” that threatened to make its way out of my lips.

                   “What do you mean, babe? Is this a house key? Do you mean you bought us a house? I thought you wanted to wait until we graduated. I’m so confused, can you explain wh-” the only way to shut him up seemed to be with my own lips upon his, so I did that.

                   “I bought us an apartment. It is a house key. I wanted to wait but I was apartment hunting with May and saw this and couldn’t resist. You’re not mad, are you?” I suddenly grew anxious at his reaction and tried to pry myself away from his lap but he secured me in place with his arms.

                   “I love you so much, April. I’m not mad, how could I be mad? This is the best gift ever. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”-kiss- “I love you” –kiss- “I love you” –kiss- “I love you”. I laughed and pushed his face away from mine while trying to get off him so we could get back on the road. After moments of prying him off of me, I sat back in my chair looking at my gorgeous, blonde, model-like boyfriend.

                   Hours passes and I almost fell asleep twice on the car ride North, yet he wouldn’t let me, he woke me up with his singing, dancing and, “Baby, film this for Snapchat, okay?” by the time we arrived to Mount Vesuvell, I was cranky, had to pee, and seriously wanted to strangle someone if they didn’t let me sleep soon. Zeus opened my door and carried me out while I hit him repeatedly, yelling at him to stop. He only dropped me when he heard someone call his name; by someone I mean his annoying best friend of 19 years, Phoenix, and his little sister, Hestia, who also happened to be my best friend, along with Apollo, who hadn’t arrived. By the time I walked up to them I looked like someone had punched me in the face, many times. Hestia gasped as she took in my appearance and Phoenix laughed saying something about me “putting out, finally” I couldn’t be bothered by his stupidity so I just grabbed Hestia and left the boys to their own things.  

                   “What the hell happened to you? You look like you were dragged through a tornado and a hurricane hovered on top of you for an hour.” The look on my face told her how ridiculously over exaggerated she was being so she quickly shut her mouth and looked around the hotel in awe.

                   “It never ceases to amaze me how loaded Phi is.” I laugh and keep walking, I had been here before with him, it wasn’t anything new to me.

                   “Mhmm, yeah, no. it’s cool, I like it.” I answer as I inadvertently bump into Phoenix and push him away when his hands get a little too close for the naked eye. He smirks at me and I growl, yet quickly hide my scowl when I see my boyfriend walk up with room keys.

                   “We got a suite. Man, you have no idea how much I needed this weekend off of school.” He says while grabbing his best friend’s neck and my hand, nodding for Hestia to come along so we could settle in.

                 We roll around in his black-sheeted bed. His hands roam my body and mine roam his. I crave his touch and he craves mine. No one is home, yet it makes me feel a little better knowing anyone could walk in at any moment. It makes me want to lose my good girl act and forget about my future. I drag my teeth through his earlobe and he attacks my neck with his, I moan and groan while he pulls at my hair, marking his territory.

                   “How cool is this place, babe?” Zeus asks as he opens the balcony doors for me while I zip up my dress for the night.

                 “I’m so happy to be here with you for the first time, A.” He hugs me from behind and I laugh at him, turning in his arms to kiss him silently. I can’t answer what he wants me to, but I can make him forget I have to.

                   “Let’s go celebrate your birthday, big guy” is all I have time to answer before Phoenix slams open the door yelling:

                 “Let’s get this party started!”

                 As we climb into the car I feel someone grab my ass; I turn and see none other than Apollo Dean Waters standing there with a shit-eating grin on his face looking very accomplished. I shriek and jump on him, hugging my best guy friend while completely ignoring his ’date’ for the evening.

                   “If you were any other guy on the planet, you’d be pummeled to death by now” Phoenix jokes while grabbing Apollo and tearing him from my hold. I look behind me to see Hestia giggling and Zeus laughing. I don’t feel jealous, but I walk over to them, grabbing my boyfriend from my best friend.

                   “Babe, Apollo’s here, and he’s brought a date” I say giggling at him and giving Hestia some serious stink-eye. She stops dead in her tracks and shakes her head as if to apologize for flirting with my boyfriend. Zeus leaves us to say hello to Apollo and I stare at Hestia intently. She doesn’t say anything, just stares back with guilt and sorrow, maybe even some envy. I shake my head at her whispering:

                 “Don’t even mention, H. We’re cool, I get it. He’s H-O-T!” we both laugh and I grab her hand dragging her to the boys. Phoenix stares at me and gives me smile. I look down, red with embarrassment when he winks. I look up at Apollo and he’s looking at us with an eyebrow raised.

                   “Still?” he mouths at us. I shake my head vigorously, while Phoenix smirks at him and nods once. Apollo laughs out loud, ending our secret conversation and introducing us to his latest prey.

                   “Babes, meet Danielle Howson, the most beautiful woman in this tile.” He grins at her and she giggles back completely ignoring his insult, succumbing to his school boy charms.

                   “It is so nice to meet you, Danielle. I’m April Winters, this is my boyfriend, Zeus Keller and these are Hestia and Phoenix Ardden.” I extend my arm to shake her hand, yet she only looks at me bewildered, as if she has seen me before.

                   “Have I seen you here before, April?” she asks seriously. Panic and bile rise up my throat and my head begins to spin slightly.

                   “I highly doubt it, Ms. Goody Two Shoes has never come to Vesuvell before, it’s too cool for her.” Phoenix swoops in and saves me instantly without missing a beat. She looks at him and smiles after some time.

                   “Oh, then you totally look like someone that came to my daddy’s hotel then, because I just feel like I have seen you. maybe I’m just being weird and I can’t remember who it was or how she looked like; I mean it happens to me all the time, and with the amount of people that come through here, I mean hello obviously people are gonna look like other people duh! Like, what could I expect for everyone to be unique and singular, I’m so dumb like for real. I’m just totes being crazy, hello if you say you have never come here then you have never come here. You wouldn’t lie to me would you? of course not why would you, you are super nice from what Api has told me and I can’t wait to be bff’s with you so what do you say? Best friends for life?” I blink twice. Apollo looks at me waiting for my answer, Zeus and Phoenix are on their phones and Hestia is on the verge of killing her with her bare hands.

                   “What?” I barely understood anything she said, it is as if she spoke a completely different language.

                   “She already has a best friend, Dina, but thanks for offering.” Hestia snaps easily, and when she does, she uses her viperine tongue. Danielle looks like Hestia just punched her puppy, as if she was about to cry. She turns to Apollo, who looks very amused at all of this, and starts crying. Apollo panics and hugs her to his chest trying to calm her down before anyone form the hotel notices and notifies her father.

                   “Hestia! What is the matter with you? she was only trying to make friends; you didn’t have to be so mean to her. I apologize for her behavior Danielle, are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I try to reason with Hestia and make Danielle stop crying. I hate it when people cry, especially when I can fix it.

                   “Don’t apologize, April. I’m fine, it was just a shock to hear that someone didn’t like me. I’m very liked around here.” She turns from Apollo’s chest and smiles warmly at me, but then, looking past my shoulder; I turned staring at what she looked at. Phoenix Xavier Ardden, and he was looking straight back at her. Noticing I caught them staring at each other, they stop and she smiles at me. I turn my gaze to Apollo, who senses my anger, and push out my chin showing them I’m fine and walk to the car saying:

                   “Weren’t we heading to a party?” I hear them all laugh and join me inside the private limousine that awaited our arrival.

                   “Kiss me April, don’t you dare stop” he murmurs as I kiss his cheek and then his forehead, and then his temple and so on until I have kissed every inch of his face. I kiss him passionately, sweetly, hard, soft, fast, slow. I kiss him in every way I know, because he takes me places I have never been before. I took a chance on us and now I have fallen deeper than I will ever know. I am aware that it needs to stop, but I cannot take my lips away from his. I love him and he knows this, but we can never be together. Ever.

                   Our night was a wild experience, yet as we were arriving back at the hotel I feel myself grow impatient. I look at Phoenix who had his phone in his hand, probably working again. He catches me staring and nods his head twice for our secret code. I nod while my eyes advert to his feet and them back to his eyes, our little secret. Apollo, who never seems to miss anything, shakes his head, yet smiling wide. I snap back to reality as Hestia grabs my phone from my hand once it beeps. I stare at her with wide eyes, then back at Phoenix who looks away smiling.

                   “Why is Phi texting you from his work phone if he is right there?” she asks loud enough for only us to hear. I look at Apollo is talking to Zeus to distract him from what is about to go down.

                   “Why do you ask?” I answer coyly. She sneers at me and looks as Phoenix with disgust then back at me.

                   “Don’t tell me it’s still going on April Jade Winters because I swear to God, this time I will not hesitate to punch you both in the face… with a hammer… and a wrench.” She looks between us rapidly and squeezes my arm when I don’t answer. I can only stare at Phoenix, he’s all I have ever wanted, but he is all I cannot have.

                   “You do not need to worry, Hestia. Whatever happened between us then, will never happen again.” She knows I lie, I know I lie, hell even Apollo, who did not hear us, knows I lie. Phoenix is my drug and I am addicted to him.

                 His kisses take me farther than I have ever been and I love him ever more for it. I am convinced he is not human. I tell him this, he laughs, I stare at him like he will dissolve into the bed sheets because I know. I know he will never let me leave him, and I’m not sure I want to, but I am sure I never want this moment to end, so I make sure it does not.

                   We climb the stairs to the lobby as our bodies ache, Zeus holds my shoes, Phoenix holds Hestia’s purse and shoes, and Apollo holds Danielle, turns out she is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. Her passing out is the reason we came back to the hotel. Phoenix looks up from his phone when the elevator dings, announcing its arrival. We make eye contact, he looks around the elevator and everyone has their eyes closed. The gap between us seems like miles long right now, when it is in fact only less than two steps in distance. He double checks no one will see, and closes it. He rests his forehead against mine, his eyes boring into my own. His hand rests on my waist, creeping down slowly. I try pushing him away but I have no self-composure. He steals a kiss right when the elevator stops, walking out as if nothing ever happened. I shake my head to come out of my daze and follow the rest to our suite. Zeus and I take a shower in our bathroom, together. He tries to pull a move on me, but I shake my head and look down shyly.

                 “It’s okay, don’t worry, babe.” He sighs as he exits the shower, no doubt disappointed today would not be the day. I wish I felt guilty; I don’t.

                   “If you are waiting for me to apologize, you are mistaken Z.” I joke, he does not expect me to apologize, he knows there is no reason to ask for his forgiveness. I hear his laugh and I grin, wringing out my hair and wrapping myself in my robe. I hug him from behind, kissing his shoulder.

                   “I’m going to go talk to Hestia for a while, babe. You should sleep.” He yawns at my mention of sleep and nods silently, kissing my forehead and laying down on our queen sized bed. I pull on my red silk pajamas and begin my trek through the living room to Hestia’s room. I knock on her door and enter slowly. She is lying on her bed watching our favorite movie, while she eats our favorite ice cream.

                   “Care to share?” I ask already knowing the answer. I climb onto her bed taking the spoon she offers me and we lay there, in each other’s company for what feels like hours before she begins.

                   “Are you guys seriously sneaking around again? After all he went through the first time?” she never takes her eyes off the screen but I can feel the disappointment in her voice.

                   “It’s not like we are hurting him, okay? He does not know, and he will not find out, right? Hestia he cannot find out. I love him.” She looks at me in disbelief and snaps back at me:

                 “Who? Who do you love? Zeus or Phi? Because right now it only feels like you love yourself. You are being so selfish April. How can you act so polite and nice and naïve when with him you are reckless, mean and experienced? How can you destroy Zeus once again? He loves you, April. I’m sure Phi does not.” I know she only says this to get me to stop but it only makes me want Phoenix more. I love him and not even my so-called best friend can stop me.

                   “I love them both.” I answer calmly and leave her room without another word.

 “Baby, you have no idea how good you are for me.” I hear his breath fasten and I claw at his back. He turns and scream out in pleasure. I love him. I need him. I want him, every second of every minute, of every hour of every day. I need him to want me too. He kisses me sloppily and pushes me off of him gently, as if I was a porcelain doll. I wrap my arms around his torso and feel him kiss my head. We need each other now more than ever. I need his hands roaming my body and his lips on mine. I want to feel the world come at our feet when we are together, and crumble when we are apart. He pushes me off him saying I should go back to my boyfriend. I wince at this and kiss him one last time. I love him, but he does not love me.

                   I enter the room quietly; I do not want to wake him. He stirs slightly at the sound of the door closing, but does not wake. I walk to the bed and kiss his naked shoulder as I climb in. From this, he wakes and smiles real big. He takes my hands and kisses them like Zeus did not twelve hours ago. It is with this gesture I realize Phoenix does not want me, yet he has all of me…

  Phoenix has my body, every last inch of it. It is all he wants, but the biggest problem is… I would sell my soul to the devil for him to want me too.