Steal My Soul

23 | bobbi

Bobbi

Ken was pacing back and forth, biting his fingernails.

His staff moved past us, placing our bags in his family's sleek black limo. I giggled, biting my lip as I stared at him.

"Ken, I'm sure everything is going to be fine. I should be the one that is freaking out. If you're so worried about it, ask your dad,"

He whipped his head towards me, his lower lip trembling. His eyes were wild. "Ask my dad? You better than anyone knows that I can't ask him. He's a liar. He's never said anything truthful in his life,"

I sighed , sliding on my shades and shoving him out the door. We both climbed into the car and I rested my head on the leather seats. "It's the weekend, we're supposed to be enjoying it and right now you're bumping me out,"

He clicked open a small black door, sliding it open. It reveals a small hidden refrigerator that holds an ice chest full of champagne bottles. He pours me a glass and hands it to me then chugs the speaking drink straight from the bottle. "I wouldn't have even bothered to come if you hadn't dragged me out here," He muttered. "We should still be looking for my mom. What if she had been meeting him there all those years and..."

I placed my hand on his arm, leaning into him to kiss him softly on the cheek. "Look, I don't know what's going on with your mom, but if she's the same as she's always been, I know that she's a fighter and maybe a part of her knew you'd always come looking for her,"

He smiles at me lazily, his deep pools of chocolate brown eyes soft as they pierce into me. "Yeah you're right," He grabs my hand, kissing the top of my knuckles. "What would I do without you?"

He reaches up to grab a piece of my hair and place it behind my ear. I giggle, looking away from him as my cheeks blistered. No matter how much distance was put in between us, his touch against my skin was a feeling I could never resist.

He was wearing blue swim shorts with a matching bucket hat and button up shirt that he left open, revealing his chiseled torso. A twinge of excitement flips in my gut. It was taking everything in me not to rip his clothes off and make him have me right here in the backseat. It wouldn't have been the first time.

The driver raps the side of the door letting us know that we have arrived. The two of us step out of the car, instantly greeted by our friends. A swarm of girls surround me, complimenting my designer swim suit that was custom made for me.

I plaster on a fake smile, my fingers still wrapped around Ken's wrist. A buzz of excitement was circulating through me. My white see through sundress clung to my skin. This would be the first event that Ken and I attended as a couple. I glanced over at him.

Asia pushed through the crowd of girls, wrapping me into a hug. She let her hair out of her braids and her loose black coils of hair cascaded down her back in shiny tresses. She wore an outfit similar to mine, except while I wore a bright turquoise bikini she wore a bikini set that was bright red.

It looked good on her and it made her stand out even though she was wearing minimal makeup. She pulls away from me, giving me a wide grin. But it seems practiced just like mine.

I lower my head. "Where's Darius?" I whispered.

I know his presence didn't make the splash that we wanted to but in order for him to fit in with the crowd he had to constantly come to these events, and eventually they wouldn't see him as an outsider. Asia waves a hand, linking arms with me and

I try not to panic when my grip on Ken loosens and he disappears into the crowd of rowdy boys that have already shoved a shot of vodka down his throat. A sharp slice of fear cuts through me. It's a vulgar racy intertwine, the way his presence interlaces with my heart and makes me feel whole.