WEST COAST 18+

31.

bet y'all ain't expect to hear from me today

W E S T C O A S T

"For someone who ain't want me, you sure can't seem to leave me alone," Enrique said, staring down at Daniela as she created kisses along his jawline while lying on top of him. She kept on giving him affection, gliding her pecks to his neck while he leaned back into her sea of pillows.

"I can't. Who'd you pay to put a spell on me?" She exhales deeply. This wasn't even like her. Daniela wasn't really a touchy person, yet she had her hands all over all the time, damn near melting into his skin. After being with him, she don't wanna go nowhereeeeee. She loved it here, the sex, the attention. Daniela was gucci.

"Can't go telling my secrets." Enrique reaches for a drink on her nightstand while she sits up on his lap to stop herself from getting more obsessed. He had picked her up from the salon once she clocked out of work, both of them coming back to hers.

Daniela eyes her Calypso he sipped and says, "Stop putting your mouth on my stuff."

He makes a face, "You know where my mouth been."

And she goes, "But you don't know where my mouth been."

Enrique's whole face relaxed. "The fuck your mouth been?" narrowing his gaze her way. "Daniela, don't start yo shit today."

She squeezes her shoulders up to her ears, "who knows? Could've been plenty of places."

"Oh, so you want some shit to go down right now—that's what you saying?" Enrique asks her, and she tries not to seem amused, leaning away as he sits up.

She shifted off his lap and onto the mattress. "No, I'm just saying don't drink my stuff without asking." But Enrique knew what she was implying.

Enrique studied the amusement on her face, "You still gon' think shit funny when I get up?" With the smile falling from her face as her posture stiffened, that prolonged eye contact touched her soul intensely.

"That's not what I meant by it," trying to take back what she said.

"So what you mean by it then?" Enrique waiting for that answer that she couldn't give because that is exactly what she was getting at. Daniela kept trying him. Like she wanted to see how crazy he could get. And this was true, but every time he was getting started, she changed her mind.

Daniela strokes the short strands at the back of her head before pointing over her shoulder, "I think I hear my mama calling me—I'm coming, ma!" bolting out of there fast. She didn't miss a step, getting away from him as far as she can.

Vivian looked up to see Daniela rushing in, Vivian stating, "Girl, I ain't call you."

Daniela pants lightly, "I know," sharing quick glances between her mom and aunt. "Did my packages come yet?"

"No, what's in there?" Neesee asks.

"Nun ya," Daniela laughs as Neesee reaches out and tries to hit her on the arm, but Daniela dodges it.

Vivian asks, "Daniela, have you seen my plate of jerk chicken I made the other day? I looked in the fridge, and it's not there," sorting through some coupons a lady handed her today.

"That been gone," Daniela answers, Vivian glaring at the culprit.

"Daniela."

"It was in there for mad long, and I got hungry," she whines.

"I was saving it for when I was hungry," Vivian stares blankly at her.

She forces a smile, "I got some chicken wings and French fries from the Chinese store. Want that?"