Black Rose

7.

My body laid tangled in the light blue sheets along with Alexander's. The sun sparkled down on him as he kept his face in the pillow with his mouth slightly ajar. One of his arms hung off of the bed while the other one was wrapped tightly around my waist, preventing me from moving an inch away from his warmth.

I admired the scattered freckles on his face that the sun made more visible. His bright skin glowed in the alluring morning light.

As I tried to remove myself from his tight hold he stopped snoring and held me tighter. When he was satisfied with the grip he had on me, he began snoring again.

After a few minutes I finally managed to slip out of his grip. I replaced my previous spot with a pillow before scurrying around the room, grabbing pieces of clothing. I slipped on my panties and Alexander's black shirt before trotting down the stairs. I made my way to his massive, yet astonishing, kitchen. I searched around his kitchen for about twenty minutes until I founded everything I'll need to make breakfast.

Where utensils usually go, I found rolled blunts. For some reason he has his utensils where canned goods should be. Maybe all guys are like this..

An hour later I was just about done cooking, and Alexander was still sleeping. As I poured apple juice into two cups three loud knocks came from the door. I froze in my spot, contemplating if I should answer it or not. I don't know how close Alexander and I are. Plus I don't have pants on. But I also don't want to wake him.

Decisions.

Three more loud knocks came from the front door. Becoming angry, I just grabbed a blanket off of the couch and wrapped it around my waist. I unlocked the door and roughly opened the door with a mug on my face.

"What?" I demanded as I came face to face to an UPS man.

He looked taken back, but cleared his throat and wiped the look off of his face. I would've felt bad, but then I remembered how hard he was knocking.

"Is there a..." he looked down at the clipboard in his hands, "Pr-"

"Here." His raspy morning voice spoke from behind me.

I jumped at the sound of his voice behind me. I moved to the side and watched as Alexander, or whatever his name is, sign a paper. He handed the pen and clipboard back to the man in exchange for a package. He thanked the man and closed the door behind him.

I followed closely behind Breezy as he went to the kitchen with the package in his hands. I peeked over his tattooed shoulder as he tore the cardboard box open.

He glimpsed over his shoulder, with a slight frown on his face. "Do you mind?"

"I do." I spoke confidently, folding my arms across my chest. "You know my name, but I don't know yours. Yet, I know where you live and I know how you look butt ass naked."

He closed the box and turned around fully so we were face to face. He towered over me, making me feel like a little kid looking up at her dad. I backed away some, feeling overpowered by him.

"Are you going to tell me?" I pressed.

"You'll find out when I want you to, damn." He grumbled angrily.

"Huh?" I furrowed my brows. "So you can know my name and everything, but I don't know yours?!"

"You know where I live huh? And you know how I look butt ass naked, right?" He chuckled and turned his back to me.

"You know what..." I rolled my eyes hard, and dropped the blanket from around my waist, "I'm getting my stuff and leaving."

He shrugged and took a bite of the bacon I made. I ran up the white carpet stairs and pulled his shirt off as soon as I got to his bedroom. I slid on my clothes from the previous night and tied my shoes before returning to the kitchen.

He was still in his same spot, eating and staring at his phone screen with a serious look on his face. I brushed past his tall frame and grabbed the plate of food I made for myself.

"Aye!" Breezy called after me as I speed walked to the front door. "That's my fuckin' plate whatchu doing?"

I slammed the door shut behind me and waited for the elevator.

Breezy came out of his condo, storming over to me, but luckily the elevators opened. I hurried inside and closed the doors. The last of him I saw was his angry face before the doors shut.

I chewed on the bacon that was neatly placed on the plate. I made my way out of the front doors of the condo building. Just my luck, Tim is here.

"Good morning Tim." I greeted with a kind smile.

"Good morning Miss Collins, how are you this morning?" He spoke in his preppy British accent.

"I'm good, thank you."

He opened the back door of the black limo for me as I thanked him once again. I slid inside the car and sat my food in my lap. I continued to eat as Tim drove through the horrible NYC morning traffic.

"Tim, I have a weird question." I sat my now empty plate to the side and leaned up as far as my seatbelt would allow me.

"Yes Miss Collins?"

"What is Mr. Turner's first name?" I inquired.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but that is private information that Mr. Turner will not allow me to share." He admitted. "Quite frankly, I don't know his first name either. I'm required to call him Mr. Turner."

"Wow." I whispered, sitting back in my seat.

I stared out of the window as light rain began to fall from the cloudy sky. The sky rumbled in pain with thunder, perhaps it was angry also. Maybe it felt deceived, just like me.

The sky continued to cry, but the lightening did not once show up. So the sky rumbled in pain once again. Probably hoping and praying, that it would appear and strike across the sky, shooting people's doubts about it down.

But never did the lightening surprise attack across the sky.

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The ending was somewhat of a metaphor, and if you don't get it... sorry, I guess??

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