The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 12

Most of the noise from the other women that lived in the mansion as well, started to annoyed Lala. They were all running around getting ready, waxing parts of themselves and whining about not being about to put on lashes. Lala thought is was funny because they were removing hair and putting on fake hair. Is that irony, Lala thought taking a sip of her drink as she sat at her make up table. Suddenly someone walked in, she heard those heavy foot steps, smiling as she continued blending her eye shadow. "Miss me already?"

"I'd like to experience you first." The voice made Lala jump realizing it wasn't Matthew in her room. She looked over seeing Brian, his black hair spiked in every which way and dark liner lined his chocolate eyes. She also took notice that he wasn't wearing a shirt, showing off his toned tattooed body.

"Excuse me?" Lala squeaked as he stood behind her setting his hands on her shoulders.

Lala saw his smirk in the mirror. "Don't get timid on me now. Where's the feisty girl that I just can't get out of my head, huh?"

Lala grinded her teeth as he began rubbing her shoulders. "Get out." Brian only laughed in return. "I said... GET OUT!" She jumped up shoving him off her.

Brian smirked again, nodding. "Playing hard to get. I get it. That shit must work if you have Sanders wrapped around your finger..." With that he walked out of the room.

Lala was breathing heavily, ready to fight. Just then Matthew came running to the room. "You okay?" He said as he walked slowly from the door way to her.

Lala knew she couldn't tell Matthew about what had just happened. She thought, who would he believe his right hand or some whore? "I-- Just one of the girls wanted to something." She looked up at him as he placed his hands on her hips. "I'm sorry if I scared you..."

He smiled down at her. "Honestly, I'm proud of you." Lala knitted her brows together staring up at him. "You didn't start a fight, that's a good thing," he now held her face in his hands. "Okay?" Lala gave a smile and Matthew leaned in kissing her.

After the kiss, Lala wiggled her face out of his grasp, looking at him in just his gym shorts. "Aren't you a little under dressed?" She giggled.

"I was getting dressed until I heard you scream." Lala ran her hand through her short dark hair, taking in his muscular tattooed body. "Besides, you are not ready." He said pointing out the fact that Lala was only in her bra and panties.

"I was finishing my make up, thank you very much." She said sitting back down at her make up table.

Matthew smirked and kissed the top of her head. "Finish up, I wanna see that beautiful dress on you." He smiled and exited the room.

Lala took a deep breath and got up slamming the door shut. She walked back over to the table sitting down and continued with her make up. Pleased with the outcome she set her brush down and picked up her drink, chugging it down. She couldn't lie to herself, she was nervous. She didn't know how to act classy and likeable, she was smart enough to know that. She reached for her clutch, pulling out a a little baggy of her snortable courage. She dipped her well manicured nail in the bag, and snorted the rather large bump, feeling the drip run down her throat.

"Fucked," she sniffed. She then took her finger in her mouth, cleaning the excess on her nail. "I do be the pettiest girl, I do be dat." She said quoting one of her favorite movies. A knock at the door made her jump. "Come in!"

Needy came walking in with a try with a drink on it. "Here babygirl, I thought you could use this since it's your first party here." He handed her the drink and picking up the empty glass. "They can get a little out of control." Lala sipped her drink, a worried look on her face. "Honey, if it get's too much, come find me?"