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MARCO - the next morning.
My eyes peeled open and I stared out the window. Lifting my head, I turned expect to see Drea, but her spot was empty. "Drea........Dreaaaaa." I called out and the bathroom door opened. She slowly walked out, her arm covering her breast.
"Hell is you yelling for?" Her attitude was back.
"I had to make sure you didn't leave without giving me a goodbye kiss." I smirked.
"I used your toothbrush after I threw up by the way."
"You about to get kicked out."
Climbing back in bed, she groaned while putting a sheet over her body. "I'm never drinking again."
"You ain't got to lie to me boo."
"Why would you let me drink like that?"
"Nigga you grown and I'm not a babysitter. I took the bottle when you got drunk enough and didn't let you drive and, you smiled all night. I did my due diligence."
"Whatever."
"You better be glad I'm a gentleman cause I should've fucked you silly with your drunk ass." I laughed. "Laying in my bed with ya titties out, fuck you think this is."
Drea laughed while taking the blanket off. "You would've touched me, I would've beat yo ass."
I couldn't take my eyes off of how fine this girl was. "Doubt it." I lowkey hate that we're in each other's lives for the wrong reasons.
"Where's my car?" She asked while covering back up.
"Ya friend got it and knowing my brother, he tow her ass up in that backseat."
"Let me find out, you and your brother gone buy me a new car."
I sat up. "What do you do for a living? Every time I've seen you it's been a different car. All these designer clothes and diamonds."
Once again the light went out in her eyes. I enjoyed putting her in a tight spot unexpectedly. It's like I could see the wheels turning in her head trying to figure out what to say.
"I'm a trust fund baby." She finally responded. "My dad owned a business, he was pretty wealthy."
"Mm."
"And you? Am I supposed to believe that being a tattoo artist has you living in a five million dollar home and a driveway full of foreign cars."
"I don't really care what you believe." I said a bit meaner than I intended too and she caught on from the furrow in her eyebrows.
Before she could speak up, her phone rung. She looked over at her purse then reached for it. Pulling her phone out, she saw who was calling and you could see her grow tense. Taking her phone out, she answered. "Hello."
