It's Not All Roses

C-18

Levi.

I stood beside Bee as I slipped the key card into the lock, my palms sweating. I don't know why I'm anxious right now, considering I was being cocky just a few minutes ago. Maybe because I don't have any idea how she will react. She's not the same girl who I went to highschool with. She's not the same girl who backfired when I gave cocky comments before. She's too...serious about everything now and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm just happy I found her; also a little sad she left.

Yeah, okay, maybe I'm a little sad that I'm angry too. I'm so fucking angry at her, I wanna snap things at her face, insult her because she's wearing those pencil skirts and blouse and not her all time overcoats that I loved.

I'm not saying anything because those pencil skirts make me hard and fuck and I haven't been so in a while.

Yeah, I was fucked up.

I curled my fingers on the handle. With a sigh, I yanked it open. I stepped in and turned. With a smile, I said, "Welcome to my home, Ms. Vaughn,"

It's so fucking weird calling her Ms. Vaughn but also so fucking hot.

The corners of her crimson lips tilted up, forming a small smile. "Thank you, Mr. Blackwell,"

I think I need to give the tour later and take a cold shower real quick.

She stepped in and began looking around like she'd just entered hell. Well, since I lived with those bastards, I didn't have much of a choice but to agree with all the white furniture and modern lights. I closed the door, feeling utterly overwhelmed by her presence.

She smiled at everything she saw.

Sweet. Soft. Gentle.

Our apartment had two bedrooms. Mine was across the hall and they had it across the kitchen. She looked around the kitchen, the white marble counter, white plates and cups. Walking towards the living room, she noticed the photos of Adam and Noah on the wall just on the side. She fucking smiled at that too. I wonder if it's only me who is feeling a huge tension around here.

Does she have any other face other than that scary face and this oh-so-sweet smile?

Let's go back to the part half an hour real quick.

I kissed her, she pulled back, she smiled at me, I asked her if she wanted to see my apartment, she agreed.

And here we are.

She stepped into the living room, my eyes never missing any of her movements. And I was always a pervert for her. Since she doesn't have anything on her face other than that smile, I looked at everything else whilst she gazed at all the decorations. Her white color dress shirt is tucked inside the black pencil skirt.

Respectable in every way.

Nonetheless, the average attire looked naughty on her. With each step, her hips swung. When she took a deep breath, I was briefly distracted by the sight of her shirt extending across her breasts. So distracted. I looked away when I saw her heel turning.

"Your house is...pretty," Just say it's unlike me. Why write on your face if you don't want me to read it?

"Thanks. Wanna see the bedrooms?" I asked, politely.

Say yes.

"Oh, no. It's fine. I'm leaving anyway," She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly showing off her neck. To me. To the great horney motherfucker Levi Blackwell.

Good job, Bee.

Since I'm dumb, I try again. "Stay for dinner. Adam and Noah will be back in..." I acted like I didn't know and lifted my hand to see the watch. "Four hours. You can help me make dinner since it's my day to cook...Maybe?"