Rendezvous

forty-six | domestic

Part I/I - Domestic

March 8

9:12 a.m.

I awoke to the sound of distorted chatter outside my bedroom, rubbed my eyes to adjust to the sunlight streaming in through my blinds, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand.

I heard the door slowly open before she came into view, "Oh, you're up."

"Morning beautiful," I say with a smile as I throw my phone on the bed.

"I woke you, didn't I?" she chuckles as she throws herself into my open arms and I plant small kisses on her neck.

"Glad you did, I have shit to do," I say as she pulls away after pecking my lips.

"What are you doing other than joining me at the studio later?" she asks suggestively.

"What?" I chuckle, confusingly. "I'm not going to the studio."

"Yeah, you are," she says with a smirk as she strips out of her underwear.

"Oh yeah? Says who?" I challenge.

"Me, just now," she retorts casually as she continued to strip out of her clothes.

"Okay," I say without any protest, surprising her.

"Are you saying that because you can't say no to a naked me or because you want to go?" she asks in a low voice as she approaches me.

"Both?" I say hesitantly with a smile before she pecks my lips and gives me an apologetic smile knowing she had something to say but was holding back.

"What?" I ask in a little worried tone.

"Francesco texted," she says as lays in front of me on the bed.

"He texted you now? Two months later?" I ask as push myself up into a sitting position. "After you told him you weren't interested?"

after he saw the hickeys on your neck?

"Weird, isn't it?" she says with her eyebrows furrowed and I nod in agreement. "I'm just gonna hop in the showe-" she continues as she got up.

"No, sit. What'd he want?" I say as I push myself up even more and criss-cross my legs under the sheets.

"Nothing, baby, he wanted to know if I was still down for that drink," she says and I felt rage course through me.

"What an asshole," I say subconsciously out loud causing her to chuckle as she walks toward me once more and leans down to my level.

"Language, baby," Lana teases before she pecks my lips, and lays close to me. "You're not jealous of him, are you?" she asks in a surprised manner with a chuckle wanting to tease me, causing me to scoff.

"Francesco is nobody, okay?" she says before I cover her mouth with my hand.

"You need to stop saying his name while you're naked, yeah?" I say as we both chuckle before she captures my lips again.

"I'm sorry, what are you gonna do about it?" she whispers in sultry tone against my lips, with a playful smirk brushing her lips with mine before leaving me there flustered and made her way to the bathroom.

jesus

I started looking for a job right after graduation, while the majority of my classmates were talking about taking a year off. I mean I have been trained and do have the experience so I was mentally and physically prepared to work.

Although I'm kinda enjoying the life of the unemployed, my inner workaholic knew I'd ultimately get bored of this lifestyle.

Regardless of the fact that I had a higher position in San Francisco, I don't mind working for minimum wage or even as an attorney's assistant at this point.