Majesty A. Collins
The sun glimmered through the large windows that took up an entire wall, causing me to shove my head under the white comforter. I could practically hear my brain pounding within my skull because of my alcohol intake late last night. But my stomach was fully awake and growling because of getting so high.
I basically felt like shit.
After tossing and turning in bed for thirty minutes, I finally came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be falling back to sleep. Sitting up, I stretched my arms and let out an ugly yawn while doing so.
My eyes gazed around the room, but never once landed on Breezy because he wasn't in here. I know he didn't just up and leave because after all this is his place. I turned my head and noticed two pills and a glass of apple juice on the night stand. Where the pills were, a piece of paper was under it and read 'eat me'. The pill bottle sat right next to the pills. Next to the glass of apple juice it read 'drink me'. I took the two small pills in my hand before placing one in my mouth and swallowing it, then doing the same with the other pill.
I nearly choked on my apple juice when a shirtless Breezy walked in with a tray in his hands.
"Good morning." He sent a small smile, sitting the tray in my lap.
I returned the kind gesture and thanked him for breakfast.
"These don't have any nuts or peanut butter right?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah." He licked his lips and shook his head. "Allergic?"
I nodded and took a bite of the strawberry and Nutella filled crepe.
"Can you tell me your real name Breezy?" I questioned after I swallowed my food. "I mean, after last night and all.." I trailed off a bit embarrassed.
He chuckled and stared at my lips as I chewed my food, which only made me self conscious.
"I'll tell you eventually." He replied.
I simply nodded and offered him some of the crepes he made for me. He denied my offer and stood up from the bed. I watched him as I bit into another crepe and held the blankets against my bare chest tightly. He walked off to the large bathroom that was connected to his room, leaving me alone to eat.
The food filled my hungry stomach, but I still suffered from a terrible headache.
"Follow me."
I looked up from my spot on the bed to see Breezy now standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"But I'm naked.."
A small smirk played on the end of his lips. "I've already seen it. I was up in it."
My face heated up as I hesitantly forced myself out of the bed. He looked me up and down, causing me to fold my arms across my chest. He snickered and brushed passed me. I followed behind him, picking up my underwear as we passed them up. I slid them on quickly then folded my arms across my chest once again.
Breezy opened a door and flicked a light switch on, revealing his closet.
"What do you do for a living to have stairs in your closet?!" I shrieked.
Instead of responding to me, he wore his usual grin. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through a doorway, leading me to where his clothes were.
He handed me a large black shirt and red basketball shorts. I thanked him and quickly slid the clothes over my body since I was cold and embarrassed.
"I'll have my driver, Tim, send you another dress." He spoke.
"But you don't know where I live.." I furrowed my eyebrows out of confusion.
He parted his lips to speak, but was cut off by loud barks coming from somewhere in his house. I slightly jumped because the sudden sound scared me.
"You have a dog?" I tilted my head out of curiosity.
He shook his head and led me out of the closet. "It's my friends, I'm just watching it for him."
I nodded and hummed in response.
We ended up going downstairs to his living area. I sat on the couch and watched him as he lit up a blunt at only eleven in the morning.
He blew the smoke out of his slightly parted lips.
How can he smoke first thing in the morning?
"Can you take me home?" I spoke up. "I have to do some things.."
He tore his eyes away from the tv and stared at me. He was on one side of the couch, and I was all the way on the other side.
"You don't want to hit this?"
I shook my head no. "No thanks."
He nodded and blew more smoke into the air. "Tim's downstairs. I'll shoot him a text and let him know you're on your way down."
I stood up from the couch and made my way towards the door. I was ready to go home and take a shower.
As my hand touched the frigid gold doorknob, I felt a presence behind me. I peeked over my shoulder, seeing his body was less than an inch away from mine. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt his body heat radiating off of him and onto me.
"No goodbye?" He speaks softly.
He placed his large hand on my waist and forced me to turn around. I closed my eyes as my back hit the door softly.
"Open your eyes." He chuckled deeply. I did as he said and met his eyes. He stared down at me with a sly smirk on his face. "You were going to leave without saying goodbye?"
I chewed the inside of my cheek, but then stopped. Why am I acting so nervous?
"I guess I was." I shrugged with a small smile on my face.
He rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing my face with his hands. Before I could even process anything, his lips were moving slowly on mine. I placed my hand on his bare chest and lightly pushed him away.
"I-I didn't brush my teeth yet." I blushed in embarrassment.
"I don't care." He mumbled against my lips.
I turned my head to the side so his lips could detach from mine. Breezy chewed on his bottom lip before allowing me to leave. I practically ran out of his condo.
I scrolled through all my messages and missed calls I had from Keiara from last night and this morning. I have no idea why she decided to blow my phone up when she's the one who made me leave it at my place in the first place.
The messages varied from 'where are you?' to 'did you get kidnapped?'. I shot her a text, letting her know I was alright. Of course she wanted to FaceTime and bombard me with unnecessary questions.
Did you leave with anyone last night?
Where did you go?
Did you get piped down?
Was it good?
Was he cute?
"I didn't have sex with a stranger Keiara." I huffed.
"Did you have sex with anyone?" She tilted her head slightly.
"Nope." I replied, popping the 'p'.
"Lying like a bitch." She laughed before hanging up in my face.
I threw my phone on the bed and gazed at the leather jacket that was still laying on my chair. Slowly getting out of bed, I grabbed the jacket and began to dig through every pocket I could find.
"Shit." I pulled my hand back fast as I felt pain shooting through my pointer finger. I frowned when I noticed the small cut with blood on my finger. I kissed my finger better, well tried to, and carefully pulled out the piece of paper that caused me this pain.
I rather fall down stairs than get a paper cut.
No, not really. Stairs would hurt.
I unfolded the piece of paper slowly because I didn't want to end up with another paper cut. My eyes skimmed the paper that had words and numbers written sloppily on it.
Alexander 'Breezy' Turner,
Tuesday, October 4: Sunset Alley at 10pm. Bring your boys.
Call 212-591-9240 if you need to speak to Ace.
"Alexander." I spoke softly to myself.
I folded the piece of paper and shoved it in the bag I use for school. Since Breezy wants to be so mysterious, I guess I'll just have to instigate for myself then.
Grabbing my phone, I saved the location, date, and time in my calendar.
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I don't know how I feel about this chapter.
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