Confessions of a Material Gurl・❥・

☆ SIX ☆

Tuesday morning ・❥・
8:28am

    Blanche stepped out her hot yoga class, ready for an ice coffee and a long shower. Her body was sore and she was in dire need of a massage. Taking out her phone, she brings to book on but her phone starts to ring as the unsaved number appears on her screen for the hundredth time. Blanche sighed, declining the call snd slipping the phone into her cross body Fendi bag.
    It was a warm LA morning. The skies were bright and blue, and the birds were chirping, but an eerie feeling crept up on Blanche as she walked to where her car was parked a couple feet down the street. She hits her alarm, opening the door and climbing in. As she goes to close the door, a hand grabs the door, stopping it. Blanche quickly reacts, reaching for her pistol tucked between her driver seat and console, releasing the safety.
"You really gon' keep ignore my calls?" Indie angrily barked. Blanche quickly turns around hearing his voice and stares at him blankly as her heart rate slightly decreases.
"You stalkin' me now?" Blanche rudely asked, ignoring his questioned.
"You keep playin' with me, ima do more than stalk." Blanche smacks her lips, waving Indie off, deciding not to comment,
"What do you want?" She frustratedly inquired. Indie smugly smirks, rubbing his goatee.
"You know what I want." He flirts, making her frown in disgust.
"Yeah well, I don't know what to tell you cause the answer to that is hell fucking no." She callously declared.
"I don't really need you permission." Indie sinisterly retorted sending a chill down her spine. He moves closer and she places the gun between them.
Blanche was now wishing she heeded her father's many warnings. She'd meet Indie at a charity gala for one of her father's organizations. Carter and Indie has business dealings and Carter was well aware of what Indie was about. He tried to pass that knowledge on to his daughter when he noticed Indie watching his only child. But Blanche being Blanche ignored those warnings and was now facing the consequences of those actions.
"What's up B?" Blanche heard someone shouting, noticing Indie's right hand man, Press, across the street leaned up against Indie's car. Blanche waved back, trying to remain calm and Indie smacked his lips.
"Stop being such a friendly bitch." He bitterly said. Blanche scoffs, ignoring his disrespectful mouth.
"I'm done with this conversation." Blanche said, reaching to close her door. Indie quickly pulls his hand away before she could slam the door on him, pissed that Blanche got away from him once again.