50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter Fifty

    Destiny's hand shot out and grabbed Carlos's arm.

    Carlos had to pause and think about the action for a moment. The action caught him so off-guard, that his first instinct was to karate chop his best friend in the throat. That wouldn't have bode so well for their friendship, though. Thankfully, he was able to catch himself in mid-karate chop and show his friend a little bit of concern. "Girl, are you all right?"

    The look on her face was a mix between absolute pleasure and absolute torture.

    Carlos looked down at himself and the outfit he'd thrown together. "Are you jealous because of this look that I threw together? Don't stress girl, I will hook you up. As soon as our guests are gone, we can raid your closet and make sure to throw you together some looks as classic as mine."

    Her fingers tightened around his arm.

    "Damn, what the hell is wrong with you?" Carlos asked, yanking his arm out of her grip.

    She turned and pressed her forehead against the armrest.

    Rihanna's crew looked at Destiny with worry on their faces. "Is your friend all right?"

    "Bitch, you're embarrassing the fuck out of me, and one of her dancers has been eyeing me up and down since he walked in the door," Carlos hissed under his breath. "Get it together."

    Aubrey breezed in through the patio door and glanced around the room. "Is everything okay in here?"

    "Yes, except for the part where Des is having some kind of seizure or some shit," Carlos said, bouncing up from the couch. "Should I do like Wyclef and call 9-1-1? Because...she's going all the way through it right now."

    Rihanna looked down at Destiny, then turned her blazing green eyes on Aubrey.

    "That won't be necessary," Aubrey said calmly. "I'll take care of her." He walked over to one of his security team members and spoke in low tones.

    Sneaky ass bastard always up to some shit, Carlos thought, narrowing his eyes at Aubrey. "What's going on?"

    Aubrey glanced over at Carlos. "Nothing. I'm just giving my team instructions so that we can make sure our guests receive the most pleasant of treatment while they're staying with us."

    "Staying with us?" Carlos repeated, walking over to Aubrey. "Umm, excuse me, but how Sway?"

    "Rih and I have some catching up to do," Aubrey explained. "I understand that some of her crew are eager to get home. I have private jets at my disposal for those who don't want to stay. But Rihanna, Mel, and Jen are among those who will be staying with us."

    Carlos angled a look down at Destiny, who was still working on getting her own limbs together. He rubbed his temples. "Okay, I know I love drama but this is a little too much."

    "But I thought you were my new bestie," Rihanna said, pouting.

    "Bitch, don't say that in front of Destiny," Carlos snapped. "Are you trying to get me stabbed in my sleep?"

    Rihanna erupted in laughter and held up a dismissive hand. She turned to Aubrey. "Thank you for extending your hospitality to us. I do appreciate it."

    Aubrey walked over to the couch where Destiny was seated and sat down next to her. He rested a hand on her thigh. "You okay, baby?"

    She gave him a side eye look that would have frightened the average individual.

    Aubrey is the furthest thing from an average individual, though, Carlos thought, looking between the two of them and wondering what kind of crazy shit was transpiring right underneath his nose.