The Woman at the Bar ➳ Dinah Jane

twelve

I woke up and stretched my muscles. My eyes wandered over to the side table to see a digital clock that said '9:45 AM'. I yawned and felt someone's arms wrap around my waist.

I turned over to see Dinah with a smile perched on her tan face. "Morning sleepy." She said to me.

"Morning. Did I snore at all last night?" I asked.

"Just a little but it was cute."

"God, I do that sometimes. I'm sorry." I laughed.

I noticed she was looking at me in a seductive way. I bit my lip and looked at her eyes move to my motion.

We didn't have to talk. I knew what she wanted. I moved closer and connected our lips together.

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Dinah was moving the spatula in the pan and I was sitting at the table looking at my phone.

I got a text from the protective Lauren Jauregui.

Lern: i can't believe u

Y/N: wut

Lern: u were fucking her while talking to me

Y/N: im sorry.

Lern: is there a reason why u don't want me to meet her? like is she weird or gross? I'm not judging but I just need a warning. I know nothing about her.

Y/N: no that's the point. she's really perfect. but there's a problem. I can't tell you right now

Lern: fine. I'll wait but if I find out you have to confirm it.

Y/N: ugh fine but you'll never figure it out tho

Lern: never say never

"Put that phone down and take this plate." Dinah demanded.

I retrieved the plate from the half naked girl. She was wearing a dress shirt that was half way buttoned in all the right places. She was gorgeous and hickeys covered every spot on her body.

Dinah sat down in front of me and began digging in.

"So, what are you planning on doing today?"

I shrugged, "Maybe some government work and then I'll see what's happening from there."

"You don't have chores?"

I shook my head, "Well, I'm never at home so the house isn't dirty."

Her small giggle made my ears happy, "You right. You right. But you've finished my essay?"

I nodded, "Yes. It's all done."

"So what did you say in it?"

"Why don't you wait?" I smirked.

"Cause I want to know more about you. Tell me something interesting. Do you like sports? What's your favorite color? How do you feel about beyonce?"

I couldn't help but grin, "I used to play basketball, my favorite color is blue, and Beyoncé is a queen. What about you?"

She shrugged, "I guess there's nothing to tell you, but I'm glad you think she's a queen too. She's my favorite."

"You're powerful like her."

"So I'm your beyonce?" She laughed.

I nodded, "Yeah. You're my queen."

"How cute. You worship me?"