Personal Stylist

Chapter 19

Arielle's P.O.V:

The next morning, I woke up around 8:00 am. When I turn over, I realize that Brandon isn't in bed next to me. Suddenly, the smell of eggs,bacon, and other breakfast food invades the room. I got out of bed and slowly made my way towards our spiral staircase. As I got closer to the kitchen, the smell became stronger.
When I got there , I saw Brandon standing over the stove cooking breakfast. And to make it even better, he was shirtless! Yasss, and he's all mine. I stood there,enjoying the view for a minute. He was blasting "Trap Queen" by Fetty Wap. I laughed at him because he was trying to sing. Brandon turned around and saw me. I covered my mouth to try and stop laughing. "Were you standing there the whole time ?"He asked. I couldn't stop laughing. "Nah."I said. "Oh,well...good morning baby girl."Brandon says. I made my way over to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He kissed me. "Good morning baby."I said.
"Sit down. I cooked breakfast for us."Brandon tells me. "I see."I said. Brandon pulled the chair out for me and I sat down at our kitchen island. "Wait, something ain't right." I said. Brandon looked at me. "What you mean,baby?" He asked me. I made a face. "Something's wrong."I said. Brandon made a face as he put a plate in front of me. "No,bae. Everything's fine."He tells me. I looked at him questionably. "Mhmm."I said,not believing him at all. "Baby, why don't you believe me ?" He asked me. "Because when you cook without being asked, that's how I know something's wrong."I said to him. "But baby, nothing's wrong."Brandon kept telling me. "Promise me then."I said. He looked at me hesitantly. "Huh ?"He said. I started at him. "You heard me."I said. "I... I can't do that."He says. "Mhm, that's what I thought. Now tell me why you cooked us breakfast."I said,folding my arms. He looked at me for a minute and I could've sworn he was sweating. He sighed. "A'ight. Fine I'll tell you."He says. I looked at him waiting for an explanation. "You remember my ex Myra ?"Brandon asked me. "The stripper bitch ?"I said. "She's not a stripper."He says. I took a sip of my orange juice. "Not anymore."I said underneath my breath. Brandon looked at me. "I'm sorry, baby. Go on."I said. "Well,somehow, she got my phone number and called me yesterday. She told me she's back in town. She's a model now or some shit." Brandon says. "How'd she get your phone number ?" I wanted to know. "She said she ran into my mother at the grocery store the other day and they talked and apparently she told my moms that we were 'working shit out'."He says. Now I was mad. When it comes to his past bitches, I get a little bipolar. I crossed my arms. "You better hope I don't see her ass in public,Brandon. Cause if I do, it's a wrap."I said. "Nah,bae. It's not even worth it cause I told her if she try some slick shit I'm calling the police." He says to me. I looked at him. "You did ?" I said. "Yes,baby. At the end of the day, it's just you and me. I ain't letting no other female get in the way of that. You my priority and that's that."Brandon says to me. I got up from the counter and walked over to my man. "Aw,baby."I said,wrapping my arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed me. "I love you mama."He tells me. "I love you,too."I said.