His Assistant {Tray Bills}

Sick Day

💳Tray's POV💳

{2 Weeks Later}

After that whole thing happened at work Lyrica has been seriously avoiding me but, now I haven't seen her in 2 weeks and I don't know why but, I do know that its killing me so I'm going to stop by her house.

Tray: -knocks on her door-

Lyrica: -answers- Hey Tray -coughs-

Tray: Why have you been gone for 2 weeks?

Lyrica: I'm sick Tray

Tray: -nods, and walks in, sitting on her couch- let me take care of you

Lyrica: No we have enough problems with me being a homewrecker and all

Tray: -groans- you are not a homewrecker plus, we don't even live together 

Lyrica: -goes and lays in my bed-

Tray: -makes her some soup and a cup of orange juice-

Lyrica: -in the bed-

Tray: -brings the food up- sit up 

Lyrica: -sits up and sees the soup and stuff- awww

Tray: -feeds her-

Lyrica: -finishes eating and lays back- come lay with me -holding his arm

Tray: -lays back on the bed, putting her on top of him-

Lyrica: -gets a chill- I'm cold

Tray: -moves her over then gets under the covers putting her back on top and throws covers over both of them- better?

Lyrica: -nods- mhm

Tray: You are not a homewrecker okay?

Lyrica: I'm just your side piece I know

Tray: -smacks lips then her butt- girl no

Lyrica: Then what am I

Tray: someone special -kisses her head-

Lyrica: -smiles and falls asleep-

Tray: -falls asleep-

{2 hours later}

Tray: -wakes up-

Lyrica: -sleep still-

Tray: -moves her arm and checks his phone seeing a missed call from Bianca-

Lyrica: -sleep-

Tray: -calls Bianca back and gets into a heated argument with her-

Lyrica: -wakes up-

Tray: -hangs up- I can't marry her

Lyrica: why not?

Tray: because, I can't....I don't love her

Lyrica: why'd you propose then?

Tray: -sighs- I thought that I'd never really have a connection with any other girl and so I proposed to her I mean I do love her but, not in that way

Lyrica: -nods and rubs his back- 

Tray: wanna bake me cookies?

Lyrica: wanna watch the basketball game?

Tray: HELL YEAH -turns the game on- 

Lyrica: Ima go make us some game food

Tray: HOT WINGS

Lyrica: A FOOT UP YO ASS is what you gonna get if you yell again -walks into the kitchen-

Tray: -laughs-

-END-

-sorry its kinda short, I dont feel good-

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