Aubrey Graham | 32
As I groaned with my eyes closed, shifting around in bed, I suddenly felt a comforting weight settle on top of me. Opening my eyes slowly, I looked down to see Ashley, peacefully asleep, nestled on my chest. Her steady breaths and the warmth of her body against mine filled me with a sense of contentment.
Carefully, I maneuvered Ashley off my chest, being mindful not to disturb her slumber. With delicate movements, I shifted her to the side, ensuring she remained comfortable and undisturbed. Once she was settled, I tucked the blanket around her and watched her peacefully sleep.
As I glanced at the scattered clothes on the floor, memories of the events that unfolded between Ashley and me last night flooded my mind. With a shake of my head and a sigh, I replayed the moments, over and over again. We both wanted to do what we did last night.
With a shake of my head, I reached down to pick up my pants from the floor, my fingers automatically searching the pockets for my phone. As I turned it on, a message from Mariah caught my attention. Out of curiosity I opened the message, wondering what she had to say. We usually don't speak at all unless it's involving our kids.
I chuckled noticing I still haven't changed her contact name in my phone.
Love💗:
Amir found one of your chains😂😂😂... he told me he wanted to look like you today!
Seeing the picture of my four-year-old son, Amir, wearing my chain and cap brought a wide grin to my face. His innocent playfulness never failed to lift my spirits. With a warm chuckle, I replied to the message.
Me: Lookin fly like his OG😂💖
As I responded to the text, I heard Ashley shifting around on the bed, still lost in sleep. Intrigued, I glanced over my shoulder to watch her movements.
I turned away from watching Ashley and focused on getting my clothes back on to head out of here.
"Aubrey?" Ashley's voice lightly called out my name. "Where are you going?" She says in a sleeping voice
Turning towards Ashley, I softened at the sound of her sleepy voice calling my name. "Just getting ready to head out." I cleared my throat standing up from the bed.
I watched as Ashley yawned and stretched, sitting up from the bed making sure to cover herself with the comforter. "Oh, where are you going?" She asked wiping the sleepiness out of her eyes.
"I have to make some business moves right quick. What's your plans for today?"
As I spoke those words to Ashley, I could sense her reluctance for me to leave. So I guided her away from that conversation.
As I laced up my white Air Forces, I casually asked Ashley about her plans for the day, curious to know what she had going on.
"Well, I didn't have any." She shrugs hers shoulders. "I thought we could've spend the day with each other... but I can tell you have important things to do."
Watching Ashley deftly gather her curly hair into a messy bun, I couldn't help but admire her poise and grace. She was indeed a remarkable woman, someone who seemed to have a firm grasp on life's priorities.
As I reflected on whatever this is, I realized that despite the connection we shared, there were still uncertainties lingering between us. I pondered what I truly wanted from her and what she might expect from me in return. It was a moment of introspection.
Noticing the similarities between Ashley and Mariah, I couldn't help but acknowledge the familiar qualities that drew me to both women. Perhaps it was those shared traits that initially caught my attention and sparked my interest in getting to know Ashley better.
My head was all over the place, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I don't want things between us getting too deep.
Standing up from the bed and donning my Carhartt camo hoodie, I turned to Ashley with a sense of determination. "I say we could make something shake," I began, meeting her gaze with sincerity. "But you gotta let me know when you want to do something. So I could make some time for you. Feel me?"
"Okay," She said as a smile formed on her face. "I would like that. I also enjoyed last night."
When she said she enjoyed last night, my thoughts went back to our events that took place last night again.
"Well I hope you did." She rolled her eyes making me chuckle at her antics. "Could you walk me out?"
She nodded getting up from the bed while the covers were still wrapped around her leasing the way through her house to the front door.
As we stopped in front of the front door I turned around admiring her.
"What?" She looks at me for a while before blushing. "Stop staring at me like that!"
"How am I staring at you like?"
"I don't know, it's like... a serious look," She finally looks up at me.
As Ashley glanced down at her feet, her shy demeanor hinted at a deeper complexity. It wasn't just her actions that caught my attention; it was the uncanny resemblance she bore to Mariah. From the way she tilted her head to the subtle gestures in her speech, Ashley mirrored Mariah in a way that seemed almost intentional. Lost in contemplation, I found myself staring, trying to decipher the connection between the two.
"You're just giving me Deja vu, that's all."
She looked confused fans I just laughed at her face reaction.
"I'm gonna catch you later?" I asked raising my right arm out and she leaned in for a hug.
"Yeah,"
I nodded and we parted ways. I was now on the freeway and one of my niggas called. It was Chubbs.
"Where you at?"
"Damn nigga, you on my dick already?" I said in a confused tone.
"Ahhh shit, I know that tone from anywhere. This nigga just got him some pussy!" Chubbs said and I could hear movement in his background. "I see you nigga!"
I smacked my lips. "Fuck off,"
"Nah but for real, I know you been in the bitch for some years but don't be fuckin on everything you see."
"Oh brother, I don't got time for your lectures not right now."
"Just listen to what I'm saying."
"Whatever. I'm about to hit up the club for a few to see how it's doing then hit the spot up and visit Mariah's mom and King. They still don't know I'm back."
"They gonna be excited to finally see you, especially crazy man King."
"I know," I brushed my hands through my curls. "Also need to spend some time with Daedae one on one. Mariah told me last night he seemed off, but I honestly think she trippin."
"You know Mariah is almost right about most things."
"Most?" I kissed my teeth. "That's a damn lie."
"Man chill, you know I'm fuckin with you."
Daedae Watkins-Graham | 19
"Baby, why are you throwing up so much? Are you sick?" Izzy said as I just got done throwing up for the second third time today. I was sweating bullets and felt weak.
"I don't know..." I leaned back closing my eyes. "I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" She comes by my side bending down and her cold hands went onto my sweaty forehead.
"I don't want you to clean up my mess and shit,"
"I don't care! And you should know that. I'm about to call your mom and ask her-,"
"No!" I shouted but regretting it because my head started to hurt once I did. "Please no, fuck." I mumbled lightly.
Izzy gave me a mysterious look wondering why.
"I don't need her worry about me, she already got enough on her hands right now. I'll be fine Izzy." I tried standing up from the bathroom floor. It only took a few minutes before I finally got up.
Izzy was trying to not let me get up but I didn't listen anyways of course.
Since I didn't go by Izzy's rules, she guided be to her bedroom digging me down on her bed before helping me out of my clothes and helping me get new freshly sweats on that I already had over here.
"Please, rest for me baby. I don't like seeing you like this."
"It's only a one time thing," I took the ice pack from her hands thanking her before I put it on top of my forehead. Taking a look over at Izzy I could tell she was very concerned. "Baby chill," I fake laughed trying to lighten the mood. "I'm fine. I appreciate you for helping me out though, I really do."
She nods her head. "I'm going to make you some tea,"
"You don't have to, I'm cool,"
"Well I want too," She said leaving her bedroom leaving me laying here in the bedroom alone by myself.
I sighed knowing why I'm feeling like this. The imagines of that night is popping back into my head again.
Seeing the blood splatter and everything just made me feel sick.
I don't like this feeling.
And plus I'm overthinking a fucking lot.
I'm always thinking someone is watching me 24/7.
I'm starting to get paranoid and nobody really knows, not even my boys.
I took a deep breath closely my eyes only for a little bit before I heard my phone ringing.
Grabbing my phone, I looked at the caller ID seeing it was my dad,
I just shook my head letting it ring. I really didn't feel like answering right now.
I'll call him back sometime later.
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Rushed chapter I think😹😹
But how are we feeling? lol