Ariana Grande, the pop queen of our generation, had just finished filming the highly anticipated "Wicked" and released her latest hit song, "The Boy Is Mine." In need of a brief break, she decided to spend a weekend with her best friend, Courtney Ch...
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Y/n's POV
I wake up, and my arm's all cramped up, tingling like it's gone to sleep on me. I try to shift it, but Ari's all curled up on top of me, and she just snuggles in even closer. "Baby, quit movin'," she mumbles. I chuckle to myself, knowing better than to poke the momma bear, but man, I really need to get up and take a leak. I start to ease her off me, but she just holds on even tighter.
Damn she has an iron grip.
I chuckle softly, "Baby, I need to go use the restroom," I whisper to her. Ari sighs, "Fine, but hurry back," she mumbles as she cuddles into my pillow. I grin, quickly getting up and heading to the bathroom, catching sight of the mess from our bath last night still on the floor. I can't help but smile, thinking about the fun we had.
Ariana really is a little minx.
I hurry up, take care of business, wash my hands, and head back to the bed. As I slide back in, I can't help but notice how Ari's brown, curly hair is spread out across the pillow, her bare back facing me. She's truly the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and she's all mine.
I climb back into bed, scooting closer until my body is pressed up against hers. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in tight. Burying my face into the back of her neck, I take in her scent—soft, sweet, and comforting. I plant a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, making her wiggle her butt and giggle, squeezing my arms that are wrapped around her. She turns her head slightly and kisses my forearm, mumbling, "My sweet strong baby." There's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here, holding her close.
I wake up again to the faint sounds of busy New York streets humming below my penthouse. Rolling over, I stretch and realize I'm alone in bed. I reach for my phone, noticing it's already 9:45 a.m. As I scroll through the barrage of notifications, a delicious smell wafts into the room. I pause, taking it in, and then I catch the sound of faint talking and giggles coming from the kitchen.
Curiosity piqued, I can't help but smile, wondering what Ari's up to. I climb out of bed, stretching as a soft sound escapes me. Looking down, I realize I'm still butt-ass naked and head into the massive room that has two separate walk-in closets. I still can't get used to all of this—this life that's mine now.
I walk over to my side of the closet and grab a pair of briefs and a sports bra. After slipping those on, I reach for my Kill Crew black shorts and a plain black T-shirt. As I make my way to the restroom, I notice it's been cleaned up, and that brings a smile to my face. She knew I said I'd take care of it, but of course, she beat me to it.
I quickly brush my teeth and try to tame my hair—it's definitely time for a trim. Once I'm done with my morning routine, I step out of the room and head toward the kitchen, eager to see what Ari's up to and to find out what smells so damn good.
