The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter IV

After begging Desiree to leave her alone, Monica sat on the huge bed in her even bigger bedroom, running her fingers over Russell's number on the paper. She couldn't even be thinking about this, could she? What other choice did she have? She had to have a way to pay off that car. And money was not the answer. What about Sean? How could she... she couldn't do that to him. A few months ago, she wouldn't dream of it. She's not the type of girl that cheated. But this was a different situation. Something about Russell... he was different. It wasn't even about the money. Or the car. Monica James wanted Russell Westbrook. She was just to naïve to admit it.

I live the life I deserve, blessed.
Fuck a vacay, I feel better at work.

Sean was calling, which snapped Monica from her thoughts of Russell.

"Hey," Her voice came out a little too high pitched. She was stressed with her current situation with Russell, and the mere thoughts that she may never get out of this damned town if she couldn't pay it off for that stupid baby blue Bentley.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked nearly immediately. She hated lying to him, but there was no way she was going to come clean with the Russell thing. The last thing she wanted was for him to show up with more money. To take care of her fuck up ass.

"I just miss you is all," Monica ran her fingers through her hair. "A lot. I can't wait to get out of this shit city and back home with my baby."

"I miss you more than you know," He responded. Whenever he said something cute, her heart normally fluttered, but it didn't this time. "Just focus on work, get the fucking money and come fucking home." Monica smiled, then realized Sean couldn't see her. He knew she was smiling, though. "Hope you haven't found any new Oklahoma City niggas," He joked with a laugh. Monica froze and felt her skin heat up.

"How's LA without me?" Monica changed the subject faster than she ever had before. She knew that would raise suspicion, but right now she couldn't risk it. She couldn't lose him, not over Russell.

"Soooooo boring without having my favorite pussy around," He joked and Monica licked her lips. She had missed Sean's dirty talk more than anything. "When you get back... Oh my god, it's gonna be crazy."

"Don't tease me now, please, I feel like I'm in jail here," it meant to come out as a joke, but Monica almost broke into tears when she said this. She missed him and she missed all her friends and she missed LA. "You're only making it worse." He waited for Monica to keep talking, but she trailed off, reading Russell's number over and over, engraving it into her brain.

"Baby?" Sean repeated into the phone, making Monica jump and snapping her out of her trance with the small square of paper. "You still there?"

"Yeah, um, can I call you a little later?" She asked into the phone, and Sean muttered something, but agreed after muttering a love you. She didn't even say love you back, before she went to the keypad and dialed Russell's cell phone number. Was it like an NBA player to hand out his cell phone number to random people? Maybe Russell did have something drawing him to Monica after all...

"Hello?" His voice rang into Monica's ear and she instantly panicked. She shouldn't have called him, this wasn't a good idea. "Monica?" But he sounded tired, he didn't sound like such an ass. Monica could take that.

"I'm not paying for your car," She snapped into the phone, faster than she could think. She wanted Russell to bring up having sex with her... She wanted for him too... But even when her mind wandered there, she tried not to let it. She couldn't even forget the way Russell touched and looked at her. It made her tingle with lust.

"I've already given you your two options," His voice was direct and firm. He was not going to lift up on this and Monica it seemed like, had no choice. "I prefer option two... and option one doesn't seem to be... in your price range. But it's of course, up to you, and you have a boyfriend as well." She preferred asshole Russell more. The Russell that wasn't pushy and was laid back, didn't settle easy with Monica. She wanted him to want her. "Or you can let me fuck around with your sister and all will be forgiven." Asshole.