50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter 6ixty-Two

    The first days in Aubrey's Los Angeles estate were filled with laughter, love, and good conversation. After the first week, Carlos started to become a bit stir crazy. The last time he'd attempted to seduce an FBI agent hadn't gone so well, so he was hesitant to start barking up any of the trees that were hired to protect them. That left...absolutely no one else for him to seduce or flirt with. It was tough for him to function when there was no one to flirt with. 

    Aubrey and Destiny were (understandably) attached at the hip. Whenever you saw one and they weren't holding the hand of the other, the other was still in close proximity. Their parents became fast friends, Dennis and Mr. Richards trading everything from war stories, to tales from their prime years, to exchanging information about their favorite activities. 

    There was always an agent nearby or within earshot of the house guests. If only knowing that improved the feeling of safety; due to previous events, "safety" felt more like an illusion than anything else. Palmer had proven just how far his reach went.

    Many might assume that being stuck in a large mansion property in Los Angeles would be a dream. After all, the house boasted a ton of amenities and entertainment that most people had to venture outside of their homes for. No matter the size of the home or amenities it came with, stir craziness could set it an any time. 

    For Carlos, it only took a week. Prior to all of this, he was used to going clubbing with friends, hosting a bevvy of boy toys, and drinking to his heart's content. The last time he'd been able to indulge in that had been Aubrey's video shoot in Turks. It had been much longer than that since he'd seen his friends from D.C. 

    Everyone else took a bit longer to feel the effects of being shut in. Dennis and Mr. Richards were the next two to start feeling antsy. "I feel like I should be outside mowing the lawn or something," Mr. Richards grumbled. 

    "Dad, you've got a pool outside that you could be swimming in," Destiny had pointed out. "That would probably be a great workout for you. Then you could hop into the Jacuzzi for a little bit of relaxation."

    "Relaxation from what?" her father had asked. "My entire day is filled with relaxing. I'm not working, not doing anything important."

    "You're here spending time with me, and that is important," she'd corrected him.

    Mrs. Richards cut her husband a side eye. "Mmm-hm," she'd added.

    Mr. Richards stopped complaining, but the discontentment was still plain as day in his eyes. To his credit, he did go to his room and change so he could venture into the backyard pool. "I mean...okay, this isn't bad." A hour later, he was gleefully swimming laps and practicing martial arts kicks with the support of the water flowing around him.

    Spending time outside significantly improved Destiny's mental health. There was something about seeing the brightness of the sun and feeling its rays on her skin. When she sat on the patio, or by the pool, she could almost fool herself into thinking that life had returned back to normal. All it would take is one of the FBI agents, Darius, or Chubbs bending over to whisper in Aubrey's ear to bring her back to planet Earth. 

    The old Destiny, the journalist in Destiny would demand to know what security was whispering to Aubrey. What were they saying, and why did they feel the need to whisper? Was their safety already jeopardized? Had someone been spotted lurking around the property? But this Destiny? This Destiny leaned on the shoulder of her man and willfully remained ignorant. She didn't want to know every single detail of what the security team discovered, or the different plans they were implementing. If the information was important enough, a meeting would be held in the living room and everyone would be advised.