"Blake, get up."
I threw a pillow at him, but he didn't budge. I've been trying to wake him up for the last ten minutes, but he will not get up. I'm meeting Lupe today, and he is going with me.
I called his name a couple more times, but he would not wake up.
"Alright you asshole. I just want you to know you brought this on yourself."
I sat on his back, rubbed my hands together and slapped his but real hard. He jumped up, and I fell on the floor laughing.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.
"You weren't getting up, so I had to take drastic measures. We gotta go," I said, still lying on the floor.
He stood up to stretch, then picked me up off the floor. He sat me on the bed, then laid his head in my lap.
"Why do I have to go?" he asked groggily, "why can't Monique just go with you like last time?"
"Because last time I did that, you tried to play me; I don't trust yo ass, so you're going. Now go get dressed."
He lifted his head and kissed my cheek, then went in the bathroom so he could get ready.
After we dropped the kids off with Monique & DJ, we went to this restaurant where we were meeting Lupe. We waited for about fifteen minutes before a woman, that looked like Carmen's grandma, walked in our direction. The closer she got to the table, the more familiar she looked.
"Hola," she smiled, shaking both of our hands.
"Hola," I smiled back, "te ves muy familiar. ¿Te conozco?"
"Sí. Conocí a todos ustedes en México hace cuatro años. Yo no sabía que eras amigo de Carmen."
What a small world. I can't believe the woman that approached us in Mexico four years ago is Carmen's cousin.
"No puedo creer que ustedes están casados y tienen un hija. Sabía que ustedes harían una gran pareja," she smiled.
Oh my God. She's so adorable.
We started asking all of our questions and after the third question, I already knew I was gonna hire her. She's worked with a bunch of kids of different ages, she knows CPR and all that other stuff, and the best part: she has absolutely no interest in Blake.
After telling her she got the job, she gave us hugs, we exchanged numbers and she left.
"You are so sexy when you speak Spanish," Blake said, biting his lip.
"Am I?" I asked, playfully tapping my finger to my chin.
He nodded as he continued to bite his bottom lip. Dammit, I hate when he does shit like this in public.
"I just wanna take you in the bathroom and fuck your brains out," he said lowly, kissing the outer shell of my ear.
"W-we should probably go home."
"I can't get up," he said, shaking his head, "I have a little problem."
He grabbed my hand and put it around his dick. Damn, the slightest things can make this nigga hard.
"Come on," I whined, tugging at his shorts, "let's go home."
"What about the kids?" he asked, sliding his hand up my thigh.
"DJ said they'll bring them back between 4:00 and 4:30."
Without any hesitation, he grabbed my hand and rushed out of the building. He ran to the car, threw my ass inside, and sped home.
DJ just brought the kids home, but I hadn't moved since Blake & I had sex. And lemme tell you, he fucked me up. He said it was my punishment for making him cry like a little bitch last night.
While we were sprawled out on the bed, Brielle started crying. All of my lower extremities are numb and on top of that, I'm too lazy to move.
"Blake, go get your daughter," I groaned, making him chuckle.
I rolled off of him so he could go see why she was crying. But of course while he was in the nursery, the doorbell rang.
"Fuck," I mumbled.
I grabbed Blake's shirt and put that on, along with my underwear. I stumbled down the stairs while gripping onto the railing so I wouldn't bust my ass.
Whoever was at the door was very persistent because they kept ringing the doorbell, and it pissed me off.
"Chill the fuck out! I'm coming!!"
When I got to the door, I only got angrier because I was too short to see out of the peephole.
"Who would put a got damn peephole all the way up there?!" I said to myself.
I sighed, then looked out the window to see who was outside. When I saw who it was, my eyes widened and I walked away from the window. I am not lettin' her ass in here.
"Who is it?" Blake asked, coming down the stairs.
"Jehovah's Witness," I lied, "I'm gonna go put on some pants."
I ran upstairs with my noodle legs and went to the bedroom. I put on some shorts, changed into a tank top and put my hair in a bun. I know Blake is gonna let that bitch in, so I had to change just in case I need to fight her ass.
After Bri went upstairs, the person kept ringing the doorbell. It eventually stopped, but then they started knocking. I started getting aggravated, so I went to see who it was. I looked through the peephole, and the last person I ever expected to see again was standing outside.
Out of pure curiosity, I opened the door just to see what she wanted.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
"I needed to see a familiar face," she said with a soft smile, "can I come in?"
Even though I knew I shouldn't, I moved to the side to let Alana in. The last time I saw her, she was wearing an orange jumpsuit, and we were talking through glass.
"How have you b--"
Before I could get the rest of the question out, her eyes shifted to something behind me. I knew it was Briana because Alana's whole demeanor changed. I turned around, and Briana's hair was up in a bun, she changed her clothes, and her arms were folded across her chest. I've been with her long enough to know exactly what this means.
"You two are together?" Alana asked, scowling at Briana, who was now standing next to me.
"Yeah. We're actually married now," Briana said, matter-of-factly.
The last time these two were in a room together, they wanted to kill each other. I just hope the same thing doesn't happen today.
"Sooo," I started, trying to cut the tension, "uh, Alana, do you want something to drink?"
"Sure..." she said, still staring at Briana.
"Babe, can you --"
She cut her eye at me and raised an eyebrow, "hell no."
I put my arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Please just do it. I do not trust you alone with her."
She frowned, making me laugh at how child-like she looked, then she let out a sharp breath. "Fine."
She looked Alana up & down before going into the kitchen.
Maybe I should've just let Alana stay outside...
Well, Alana's back...
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Briana is a free-spirited rebel in need of a change. So when her parents send her to California to better herself, she meets some friends that have the potential to change her. One of these new friends may even have potential to be more than a frie...