Forbidden Love [bwwm interracial]

Chapter 9- Pink

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel off the rack. I dried off a little before wrapping it around myself and stepping out of the bathroom.

"Are you taking a liking to the room?" Jonathan asked as I stepped out of the bathroom. He was leaning against the headboard with his shoe-covered feet on the sheets and laptop on his lap.

"What are you doing in here?" I countered, pulling the towel closer to my body.

"I wanted to ask you if you needed a ride to work."

"How did you know that I-...you know what? Can we talk about this when I'm not wearing anything but a towel and a shower cap?" I began walking towards the closet – the walk-in closet 4 times the size of my burnt bathroom.

I've been staying here in Jonathan's house for about a month and it wasn't as bad as I expected. I mean, he did walk in and out of the room as he pleased, but this was his house.

I put on my undergarments before throwing on my white button-down shirt and black dress pants. I grabbed my apron and black sneakers before walking out of the closet.

"Liv?" Jonathan laughed as I grabbed my bag, "What is that you're wearing?"

"My work uniform?" I asked him with a tone that actually said 'are you dumb?'

"I mean, I'm not a girl or anything, but I've had my fair share of women in my day-"

"Is this story going anywhere? Or are you just gloating to me about the ass you've gotten, because I really need to get to work," I sighed.

"What I'm saying is I don't think pink bras are supposed to be worn under white shirts," He smirked, "But hey, what do I know?"

I looked down at my chest and frowned. "Well, I don't have time to change now. If I don't leave now, I'll miss the bus." I couldn't even bother asking him why he was staring at my boobs, I really didn't have the time to get into that argument.

"I'll take you." He closed his laptop screen and jumped off the bed. He stuffed it in his briefcase before walking over to me and draping his arm around my shoulders.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing Stiller?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm not gonna be like one of those girls that fall for your charm and end up in your bed–trust me."

"That's what you say now." He smirked with a wink as he led me out of the room with his arm still draped around me.

~*~*~

"Liv, can we talk?" Millie asked as I walked into the locker room.

"How about no?" I countered. I passed by her, rolled my eyes, and went to my locker.

Over the past month since the psycho bitch drugged me, everytime her and I were working the same shift, she insisted on trying to stop me and apologize for what she had done. I'd been ignoring her every single time, but it looks like she's not one to take a hint at all.

"Liv, I-I'm sorry." I could hear the nervousness in her voice but I really didn't care.

"I'm sorry too Millie," I started and I could hear her sharp intake of breath, "I'm sorry I ever called you my friend. You're a lying, low, shady bitch."

She exhaled, "Liv, just hear me out."

I started towards the door when she grabbed my arm. I looked down at it before looking back up at the sorry expression on her face.

"Let me go," I warned.

"I said I was sorry." I saw the tears building in her eyes but I really wanted to beat the shit out of her despite it.

"And I said let me go," I whispered then continued slowly, "Let me go!" I grabbed my arm out of her grasp.

"Why won't you just hear me out?" She cried.

"You don't get it?" I mock-laughed, "You really don't get it, do you?"

"No, I really don't Liv," She ran her hand through her hair, "I was helping you, Liv. You and I both know that."

And I laughed. I laughed right in her face not even caring. I stood back up after my fit and looked her straight in the eye with a smile. "Millie, you disgust me."

I walked out of the room after that, leaving her looking dumbfounded. I exited the restaurant and was about to start heading for the bus stop when a black car zoomed into the lot. After nearly running me over, it stopped beside me and the window rolled down.

"I swear you're purposely trying to run me over," I smiled at Jonathan.

He gave me his signature smirk before shrugging. "That's how I get all the babes. I run them over and then get them into my bed."

"Maybe the others," I began as I walked around the car, "But if you run me over, you'll be the one in a bed, except it'll be permanent, and it'll be going into the ground with your dead body."

"There's one of those award winning threats of yours." I smiled at the sarcasm hanging on his statement. He zoomed out of the parking lot after I got in and onto the road, not even bothering to allow me to put on my seat belt.

I had to admit that over the past couple of weeks, Jonathan and I have been spending a shitload of time together. He wasn't as bad of a person as I once thought he was, I mean, he did take me--a complete stranger--into his house to live after something tragic happened to me.

"I thought you said you had a meeting?" I asked him, eyes narrowed.

"It got canceled." He shifted in his seat quite uncomfortably.

"Uh huh," I replied, not believing a word he said, "Did it get canceled or did you cancel it?"

"Does it matter?" He replied and I mentally admired the way his Australian accent sounded stronger when he said the word 'matter'.

"You can't keep canceling your meetings just to drive me home Jonathan," I sighed, "Even if it is only once a week."

"I didn't cancel my meeting just to drive you home," He looked over at me with a smile, "Don't toot your own horn darling."

I smiled back, "Isabella's going to start thinking I'm selfish."

"Isabella will survive as long as we grab her something while we're shopping." He shrugged as he pressed the accelerator and we sped off through the green light.

"Shopping?" I asked curiously.

"I didn't tell you?"

"Don't answer my question with a question Stiller," I warned jokingly.

"I'll try not to Williams," He chuckled.

"So, shopping?" I smirked, "I never really saw you as a person that will actually be caught shopping with a girl."

"Well wearing a bright pink bra under a white shirt is absolutely unacceptable in the fashion world," He gave me a pointed look, "So, I'm taking you shopping."

I scoffed, "I really can't afford to be going shopping right now."

"Don't worry, it's my treat." He turned and gave me a smile, which turned into a laugh when he saw my jaw hit the center of the earth.

"I couldn't possibly expect you to spend money on clothes for me. You're already letting me live in your house for free, you're basically feeding me, and now you want to buy me clothes?" I shook my head, not liking how much money this guy was spending on me.

"And I better be going to heaven for it because quite frankly, you eat more than 3 horses," He laughed.

"I'm serious Jonathan." Usually, I would say something about his hint at me being fat, but I was still on the money thing.

Sensing my uncomfortableness on the topic, he rested his hand on my knee and gave it a light squeeze. "Liv, it's fine–trust me, I really don't mind."

I gave him a half-hearted smile and just let it go...for now.

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so they're living together now...how do you think this is gonna go?

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