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I wake up with arms wrapped securely around my waist.

I turn my head and see Oaklee being my big spoon.

This big bodied bitch is crushing me.

Not only that, but I can feel his long morning wood poking my butt. I look down and lift the blanket to see that my dress had ridden up, so his dick is literally on my bare ass cheek, seeing that I'm wearing a thong.

I try to wake him up, but fail miserably because he is such a heavy sleeper.

Instead of waking him up, I try my best to get out of his death grip and get up.

After successfully do that, I changed into a muscle tee and shorts, rolling them up, then throwing on some socks and slides that are huge on my feet because I noticed last night that this is one of my brothers' room, so they won't mind me borrowing some clothes. I then grab my dress, boots, phone, and purse, throw them in a backpack and make my downstairs to steal some food.

On my way down, I check the time on my phone and see that it's 10:38. I have to run quite a few errands and I plan on taking my hair out today, so I need to get going.

I get to the kitchen and see quite a few of the soccer boys sitting shirtless at the modern kitchen island grubbing on some Chick-fil-A breakfast sandwiches.

I get noticed by Kohyn's friend, Arsenio.

"Hey, Lee!!" he yells out, making all heads turn to me, drawing unnecessary attention.

"What's good, Sen?" I yell back.

Most of the guys tune back into their conversation, but I feel a couple pairs of eyes on me still and I have an idea as to who one of those guys are.

I walk over to him and he gives me a bear hug.

"You hungry?" he asks.

"Yeah. You got any bacon, egg, and cheese's?"

He shakes his head and chuckles at my reply.

"You and your brothers gotta let this obsession die, for real." he says as he passes me a sandwich.

"Man, just because you ain't got no tastebuds, doesn't mean you can shit on the rest of us." I reply lightly elbowing his arm.

He sits back down and as he was about to reply, I interrupt him.

"Damn, Sen, you need a retwist bad."

Arsenio Davis.

A 21 year old, 6'3, Italian and Haitian, brown skinned man. This man also happens to be a dreadhead, one of my weaknesses.

a/n: dreadheads truly are my weakness 🫶🏾🫶🏾

However, one thing I despise on a dreadhead are grown out locs.

"Sen, bruh. Don't play with me, boy. You know damn good and well that I would retwist your hair and you let it get this long? Embarrassing, really."

He opens his mouth to say some bullshit excuse, but I once again cut him off.

"Don't give me an excuse. Give me a time and date to do this. Not today though, because I gotta do my own hair."

"Damn, Ma. You real fiesty today, you know that?" he says standing up and getting up in my face, trapping me in between him and the counter, smiling.

He's always flirting with me so I can do his hair for free.

"Stop flirting with me, bruh. You still gotta pay." I facepalm him and push him away.