A Thug's Mentality (LT Fanfic)

Chapter 31

Simone

It's been a couple of days since I've been staying in the hotel room with Jacey. I still can't believe that nigga brought me across the world and is ignoring me. I haven't ran into, texted him, called him or anything, and don't plan to. I could care less right now. All I'm worried about is how am I gonna get all these new clothes to fit into my already stuffed suitcase. I had arm loads of bags and yet here I am in another store looking at more clothes.

It was a small store called BBP which I found that it stands for BlackBoyPlace. It seemed interesting so I just decided to check it out.

"This store is so dark and depressing." Jacey said going through the clothes on the rack.

"Says the one who wears bright colors." I giggled picking up a black Picasso baby bomber jacket and taking it to the cashier.

"Is this all you're getting today?" The cashier asked ringing me up.

"Yea, I wanted to get a few other things, but I don't think I can carry another shopping bag." I laughed swiping my card for the millionth time today.

Then I heard the door chime ring but I didn't bother turning to see who had entered the store. I heard Jacey mumble 'oh shit'.

"Hey twins." The cashier girl chimed bagging my things.

I mentally rolled my eyes not wanting to turn around, but I put my big girl panties on a did it anyways. I seen Laurent who had gave me a small smile and I returned the gestured. He turned his attention to Jacey , who was still looming through the "dark" clothing as he trying to hit on her, but as always she brushes him off.

And just like Jacey, I wasn't so enthused about seeing the other twin. I walked past him not making eye contact headed towards the door until he roughly grabbed my arm pulling me towards the fitting rooms in the back of the store.

"So this is what you do? No text me. No call me. Why you ignore me?" He said looking down at me trying to make me look him in the eye, but me, being the stubborn ass I am, looked elsewhere.

He goes on to pin my hands above my head with one of his rather large ones as the other begins to roam my exposed stomach and then travels down to my ass gripping it, earning a gasp-like moan to escape from my lips.

This was the wrong day to wear a crop top and leggings.

"I know you miss me." He whispers lowly in my ear and then softly bites on my earlobe causing a chill to run up my spine.

My back slightly arched as he goes onto nibble on the crook of my neck, but I refused to let him know how his touch affected me. He chuckled at my reaction to him and I kissed my teeth rolling my eyes snatching my arms out of his grasp walking out of the store. That. Fucking. Man. He kills me. He gets mad at me because I'm ignoring him when he's the fucking one to ignore me first. Then he gropes me in the back of a store trying to get me to fall under his little French loving spell that I know many other females has fallen into.

I strutted down the sidewalk headed back towards the hotel with hella shopping bags on my arms and a scowl fixed upon my face. Was I pissed off? Yes. Did I want to slap him? Oh hell yes! Why didn't I, you ask? Because he's mother fuckin' Larry Bourgeois, that's why.