The Players Club

forty four.

Yazmin placed her phone on the nightstand near her and took a seat near the headboard of the bed. She smiled down at Sean as he looked up at her with curiosity.

"Everything ok? You got stress lines." He placed his finger between her eyebrows.

Yazmin laughed and smacked his hand away from her face.

"I'm fine. I'll tell you about it later. Any plans today?"

Sean shrugged and rose from his lying position. He stretched his arms out causing Yazmin to cringe from the cracking sounds. She hated the sounds of anything cracking.

"I was thinking we can go get some breakfast and then see Drake before he heads to Vancouver."

"When's he leaving?"

"He's leaving at the end of the week."

Yazmin nodded and leaned back into the headboard.

"I'm gonna freshen up," Sean said. He grabbed a towel and the rest of his hygienic products and walked around the bed. Leaning down in front of her, he kissed her forehead and walked out of his bedroom. Yazmin took it upon herself to turn on the TV and search for something to watch.

A few minutes went by before Sean stepped inside his bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His upper body was dripping with water that cascaded down to the towel. The tattoos on his body and his back muscles brought back flashbacks of the night before.

His body was lean and fit.

Yazmin cleared her throat and looked away.

"Don't act like you haven't seen everything before." Sean chuckled and looked over at the TV. "What're you watching?"

Yazmin playfully rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"I don't even know."

He shook his head and opened his closet door. He stepped inside and rummaged through his clothes until he found a beige and black graphic t-shirt, a wife beater and black cargo shorts. He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed his lotion and cologne.

"So, are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

Yazmin sighed heavily. She hoped that he wouldn't remember his previous concerns.

"My dad froze all of my accounts," She admitted.

Sean froze as he lathered his body with his lotion.

"What?"

"Mhmm." Yazmin nodded. "I knew he was going to do something along those lines, but I didn't think he would freeze all of my accounts. I know what he's doing. This is a manipulation tactic of his just to get me to come back home."

"Did you speak to your mom?" Sean asked. He slipped on his graphic t-shirt over his wife beater.

"This morning," She claimed. "I told her that I wasn't going to come back until all of this gets fixed. I don't owe my father anything, especially after the way he's treated me my entire life- both of them."

"You've reached your breaking point."

"I have."

"Hopefully your mother gets through to him."

"I hope so."

Once Sean finished getting ready, the pair headed out the house and to his car. Sean searched for the directions to the breakfast place and placed an order. He knew that Yazmin hated waiting on things.

"So, do you know when you're leaving for Paris?"

"I was supposed to leave in July. But given the circumstances, I'm gonna leave in a couple of weeks."