Personal Stylist

Chapter 15

Brandon's P.O.V:

Arielle and I were on our way back to the house after our day of romance. It was 7:30 and today was great. We went to lunch at our favorite restaurant and then we went to the mall to do some shopping. Bae bought me some sneakers and a gold watch. I got her a Louie bag and some Jay's to match mine. I'm a good ass boyfriend. When we get home,Arielle said she's making a special dinner for me. Suddenly, Arielle's phone rang. "Hello ?" She says. "Ohh,hey how was your lunch with August ?" She said. She must be talking to Gia. "Aw,I'm glad yall had a good time. I still don't understand why he won't just ask you to be his girl already but that's none of my business."Arielle says. I laughed a little bit. Her nosey ass. I pulled into the garage of our house. "He asked you to be his assistant ? Aw,that's cute. "She went on and on. I turned off the car and got out. My phone rang and when I checked the caller ID it said "Unknown". I wasn't worried though cause my mother calls me from an unknown number sometimes. I don't know why, it's just the way my phone works. I need a new one anyway. "Hello?" I said. "Hey Papi." A female voice said into the phone. I was confused because the voice didn't belong to my mother. I walked in the house. "Who is this?" I asked. "Oh,Bran. Don't act like you don't know who this is."The voice says. Then I finally remembered who it was. My ex girlfriend, Myra Gonzalez. She's the only one who use to call me "Bran". "Myra ... the fuck you want ?" I asked. I looked behind me to see if Arielle was behind me. She wasn't. I went upstairs in one of our bathrooms and locked the door behind me. "Chill. I was just calling to let you know that I'm back in L.A. I was doing a photo shoot in Europe."She says. I forgot she was doing some modeling. Not that I really gave a fuck. "Why are you calling me ? Matter fact ... How the hell did you get my number ? I told you to delete it years ago."I said. "I ran into your mother at the grocery store yesterday."She tells me. "And she gave you my number ?!" I asked. "Yes she did,baby. We had a nice conversation. She asked me how I was and then your name came up.Long story short... I told her you and I were working things out and trying to stay together." Myra says. "Now let me ask you something. How the fuck are we 'working things out' if you had to ask for my phone number ?!"I said. Stupid hoe. It was silent. "Yeah, fuck outta here. I have a girlfriend and her names Arielle. And we are very happy together. I don't have time for you and you better not try to come in between me and my relationship. Don't call my phone anymore or I will call the police and you'll be arrested."I said. Before she could say anything, I hung up the phone. I stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Then I walked in the bedroom. I heard the shower running. Bae must be in the shower. (We have 4 bathrooms including one in our bedroom.) I put my phone on my bedside table. My head was spinning at this point. How could one person just fuck up your whole entire day ?