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halle turned over in bed frustrated from all the noise downstairs, her husband was in the studio obviously doing more than just making music.
tossing the pillow that covered her ears poseidon head popped up looking at his owner who sighed in frustration, she was irritated the loud music woke her up.
suddenly their bedroom door open revealing a drunk man who clearly thought their bedroom was the bathroom, "o-oh shit my fault". he slurred "damn so you're the famous halle bailey? you so fine in person". he added licking his lips.
halle who was too stunned to speak blinked her eyes at the stranger who lifted the red cup to his lips drinking the rest of the hennessy, "my fault where's your bathroom at a nigga gotta piss".
halle sighed quietly, "go two doors down on the right". he nodded shutting the door quietly.
"i'm going to kill him". halle thought about her husband who was somewhere in the house, why would he be having a house party without at least giving her the heads up!?
walking towards the bedroom door she locked it before dropping her blanket grabbing the robe from behind the door on the hook, securing it around her body she sighed pushing her locs behind her.
shutting the door behind her halle eyes widened in shock at the couple making out by their bedroom door, walking downstairs halle looked around hoping to find the familiar set of curls.
"what the hell is she doing here?". halle thought after seeing addison walking out the back sliding door, rolling her eyes halle was pulled into the arms of clay who smiled at her.
"you feeling better? jackman said to not bother you". he said walking them towards the kitchen. "where is he? and who the hell invited addison?".
clay stared down at her in guilt, "jackman invited her". he mumbled as halle scrunched her face in annoyance.
"where's your brother? i need to talk to him".
clay grabbed her hand, "damn that's you young blood?". a man asked staring at halle with lust, "i hate to be a party pooper but clay please get these folks out my damn apartment".
clay nodded walking them outside where more people were dancing or having a good time in the pool, halle paused feeling her body heating up in anger.
"aye stop i-i have a girl addison". jack slurred to addison who climbed onto his lap, "can you stop talking about that black bitch for one minute". she spat not realizing she said the thought out loud.
