Miles POV-
Miles asked Amber if she was good with him being at the house after the video taping; she didn't know what he was talking about. Clueless, as he expected her to be. High as a kite out of her mind. He was there. Telling her all about how she just needed a friend. Miles was uncomfortable with being inside of this house, he knew she didn't get it her self, and just like his new gig didn't either. Sensing she told Bry all the grand words, and gave him a piece of that weapon he felt she had to know he had.
His own version of her was known to him as his feelings progressed over this time they worked together. He was only responsible for maintaining her safety, and transportation. Her safety, Miles laughed amazed at this woman seducing him. Every video he saw was lit, it was her as raw is. Still Miles checked the house, neither did he believe her about Bry, he knew the type.
Amber look slow down a minute. I have to make sure I'll be right back. Miles told Amber, while she fed the wall her loneliness. They were both half naked, from her teasing him, Amber gave him no choice telling him about how awful marriage life had been to her on two occasions in her life. She said, she felt like she was all alone. Miles jumped up and looked around the room, and the hallway, checking lamps, chandeliers, furniture, and all of her other rooms inside and out. He found nothing. Surely, this nigga don't think I'm that stupid. Bry, mumbled as he sat in his car, at a park eyeballing the entire house, and them in it.
He was used to her looking sexier than a bitch. Every time she looked in the direction of Bry's skilled non detection cam he almost exploded. She was unaware that she was making faces, being herself & from all Bry could observe happy. Still her shows had to go on. Bry wanted to show up there show them they weren't getting away with doing this inside of that house.
Bry watched them with Miles finding nothing, and pissed about it. Miles put his clothes back on. Not right now Amber okay.
Putting her down, and hurting her feelings. Amber walked over to him and said, You don't trust me after a whole month is that it?
Sensing she was cool, but the flashbacks of Sierra and her mopping the floor hit her. She asked Miles, do you want to get in the bathtub with me? Miles was still reluctant his clothes were already back on. Miles swallowed, and still her walk made him follow. Amber helped him understand by unbuttoning his shirt.
Amber, you know I am not laughing about anything you confided to me you know that right? Miles said, but Amber has plans to help remember the lie he just told. She wasn't the one to play with on any day. Rain or dry. Hot or cold. Apparently he didn't do a background check, and that is what he feared. Miles got in.
The water was steaming hot. He slid down in it, and invited her to join him, which she was not hesitant in doing so. Making him think he was on top. Miles remembers her lighting her blunt, and sitting on the side of the tub. Come on in, put the spliff out.
Miles said, but she pulled it harder to see its red cherry lit.
And proceeded talking instead. Miles do you know what it's like to lose economic value in yourself? Miles stopped bathing.
Looking at her now apologetic he said to her what's your version?
Do you really even want to hear about it, or you just fooling around? She turned to say.
I really do. I mean why would I still be here. Miles persuaded.
You know.... Amber put one leg inside of the steamy water, and whispered low in a sexy monotone I have yet to figure out why people try to hurt me. I guess. My guess is they have no idea.
No idea of what, c'mon your not making sense. Miles laughed.
Until he saw she was merely smirking at all. Miles continued washing his body, wanting to escape that look she was giving.
You know I had a husband well I still have a husband. I have men period, I am bored and directly tired of them. Ya know. Amber continued on slowly giving him a hard time just for being there.
Miles amused her still, and said OK. She the blunt again, talking to him he noticed it had gone out. As he wished he would have to earlier when she asked him to stay with her. He felt a mistake.
Too late to turn around now. He was going to be in trouble.
It wasn't okayyyyy! Amber yelled, and he witnessed her calm back down at the same time. She exhaled, and he inhaled the steam from the tub. Bry, sat up in his car watching intrigued at what all he didn't know Amber was about yo say, or do.
Bry, was on standby though. Still looking at the two of them.
He wished his eyes didn't have to succumb to seeing Miles and his love, Amber naked, and almost naked to watch this song she screamed for Miles, and having no idea that he could feel it too.
Did I do anything to you at all, Miles mustard up to say.
Did you do anything wrong? Amber reached in the tub by his throat and wrapped her small arms around him, yanked him out of the tub where he naturally slipped and fell. She fell on top of him, but rolled over quicker than they had ever seen a lady do, and once a hold of the object nearest her began taking out massive frustrations on him.
Why the hell would you video tape me, hunh answer me, you think I go around teasing, and pleasing dint you. Don't say shit mutha lover I swear. I'll make sure nobody recognizes your ass.
She threw the object in her hand across the room. It was the lab room, Amber called it this because it looked liked an old fucked up apartment. She had it this way because it brought out her life back at home. Ratchet, broken down and nothing in the room matched up with anything else. In fact her bed was on the floor.
Only in this room though. Miles took his torture from her like a man. He didn't yell, only pleaded for her to stop. Finally, she did. Miles looked at her from the carpet and said. This is it hunh.
This is what? Amber repeated his question with her own.
When you get my ass fired that's what. Miles said.
Amber didn't want to hear none of that sap suckered bull shit.
She shook her head, and said, I I told you I'm not tripping.
He was hurt though lying there on the floor, Miles still considered he was man enough to crawl over to the mattresses. Find all the strength he had to sit down. He thought he had time to chill before Amber announced his departure. Get the fuck out, I'll let Bry know you can't work anymore. Amber threw his keys at him.
He caught them. Perfect precision on his part. Amber was beyond reasoning with. The only thing he wished they could do was talk about it. He asked her if they could. Miles looked at her, and was hurt, After all they had been thru these past few times he was able to drive her around. Miles shook his head. The two of them was together more than a few times. Can we talk, cmon Amber.
Talk. No. Get the fuck out of my houuuuuuuuuse!
Don't yell please don't do this shit you ain't gone find nobody to protect you like me, look my fuckin ribs feel cracked up. Here.
Miles pushed the phone her way and continued to plea bargain his success, and meal ticket.
Take the phone Amber the video is on it.
Riiiight mother fucker once a down bad ass nigga always a down bad ass nigga. From my experiences in life.
Miles watched as she'd closed her eyes, and turned her head and took a deep swallow. He didn't know what she was about to do. Amber caught a flashback of the pain inside her head.
From my experiences. She continued to talk with her eyes closed and finished the sentence and said it again.
From my experiences you should really just get the fuck out. Whatever copies you have will be your own pity. Thanks for the phone. Now go before Bry gets here. I never have known his schedule.
Miles shook his head, before walking out the door with a severe limp, he said it's all good you'll miss me crazy bitch.