'𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

𝟏𝟓'

𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.
𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟮:𝟯𝟬 𝗣𝗠.

𝘼 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘼 𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙁 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.

"AINT YO ASS SUPPOSE to be in school right na?" Lamar's voice asked trey the moment tooth moved out the way so trey could come inside lamar's office, but in a funny way to show he was joking. Even though trey didn't see how anything at all was funny about this.

Especially since he called him over here for no reason. Trey already gave him all his money for the month. Well his bodyguard, but it went to him regardless.

So it showed on trey's face, like usual, when his lips remained straight in a line that he wasn't trying to joke around. Lamar grinned at this and motioned for him to come closer to his desk.

"Yo' ass always so grumpy, fix ya' face." Lamar dared him.

"Whatchu' need?" Trey asked, ignoring what lamar said completely. He didn't want to be in here longer that he had to be. Trey didn't want to be around lamar at all. He never did.

"What I need, huh?" Lamar scoffed before getting up out his chair, while staring at trey in a way that made his skin crawl as he made his way slowly towards him.

Lamar always looked at him in a way that trey hated, but it seemed to get worse the moment he turnt eighteen. But he ignored it, and choice not to comment on it in either his thoughts nor outloud much because he had no choice but to put up with it. 

Besides trey wasn't a baby, he's done shit, fucked up shit despite being only eighteen, a lot of times because of lamar. So some creepy stare from said boss wasn't something he cared about.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Lamar walked right up to trey, too close for comfort in trey's opinion. He could almost feel lamar's breath fan his face, and watched how his body was almost leaning the forward . All the while being forty two. Lamar was almost pushing forty three actually, and it's like the closer he gets to forty three the more he gets in trey's personal space.