The Sequence

Chapter [32] - Deeper Level

When I pulled into the drive way his car was already parked. I slid and parked beside it before heading out. I locked up and headed inside the house. I locked up and latched the door before heading upstairs. I went straight to my room and threw the bags of food on the bed.

I stretched and yawned before preparing for a shower. I picked out a lavender lace panty set and a black off the shoulder crop top and matching fuzzy black pajama shorts. It was warm in the house.

I shut the door and stripped before heading to the shower. I took a brief shower, glad I clocked out when I did. Overtime be the struggle for real but money is money. I cleaned up from head to toe before rinsing off and heading out the tub.

I wrapped the towel around me and headed in the room. Velle was sitting on the bed, munching. His hair was wet so I knew he took a shower before I came. I dropped my deodorant on the bed and lotion before drying off and slipping into my underwear and bra set.

I covered my body in lotion before rubbing it in. I added deodorant to both underarms before placing it on the dresser.

I slid into the crop top and shorts and grabbed my bag of food. "I'm so hungry," I whined before unwrapping my burger and taking a bite. "What did you eat today?" he asked while I stretched out on my side of the bed. "Nothing." I shrugged.

"It's 11'o clock at night and this is your first meal all day, why?" he asked. "Because I was working." I dogged down my burger and munched on some fries.

He dropped his food on the bed and massaged my feet while speaking, "I don't like you doing all these hours," he started. "Okay well I'm not depending on my parents for shit anymore, the house was enough. I need to make my own money." I rolled my eyes.

"Relax, who you rolling your eyes at?" he stopped.

"Nobody," I mumbled before stuffing my face.

"Okay all I'm saying is the hours are too much. You don't even eat? What type of shit is that?"

"It pays the bills so I'm not complaining." I shrugged.

"And that's another thing. If I spend majority of my time here and I run up your bills why I'm not paying bills?" he asked.

"You want to pay bills? You tripping. But no, you don't pay bills because you're a guest." I shut down his idea.

"Fuck that. I practically live here. Only reason you busting your ass like this is to pay the bills, I can help with that so you can do less hours." he stopped massaging and stared at me.

"No, if my dads not paying my bills, neither are you." I scrunched my face up.

"Why you gotta be so stubborn?" he smacked his lips.

"Smack your lips again." I dropped my empty fry box and burger wrapper in the bag and set it aside. He smacked his lips repeatedly and started making a beat out of it.

"You're so dumb," I laughed.

"Dumb for you."

"That doesn't make sense." I pulled him closer.

"Why you always gotta ruin the mood?" he smacked his lips, climbing on top of me.

"What? It doesn't." I laughed.

"Gimme a kiss," he leaned down and I pushed up to meet his lips. "You know I miss you when you work all those hours?" he bit my lip and pulled back.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm forreal." he laughed. I crossed my arms, "you don't think I miss you when you go to work too?"

"I only go every now and then to do some drops but that's it. I'm always available." he countered.