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Chapter 7: Contracts & Calculations
"Do you want me to drop you home?"
"No, Josh's going to notice that I've been crying. Also I'm not suppose to be back home until this morning, he's gonna be suspicious." I yawn. "Just take me back to Bo's, I'll figure something out there."
"Absolutely not!" Or at least that's what I think he said, I was fighting to stay awake.
"Then....take me to a 41 applewood dr." I rest my head on the seat and close my eyes for a second.
"Why there?"
"A friend's house." I force my eyes open to glance toward him. His face remaining expressionless like always, and his eyes trained on the road ahead.
His eyes dart towards me for a second. "A friend? What type of friend?" The car comes to a sudden stop, and jolts me awake. " A girl? And didn't you say you didn't have any friends, where did you meet this one?"
I groan and bury my head deeper against the cold leather seat. "Why do always ask so many questions? And when the hell did I say I had no friends? I never said that."
"We aren't going anywhere until you answer my question."
"You mean questions" I mutter underneath my breath. I swear, I would've rolled my eyes right now if I had the energy to.
"I have another sixteen hours until my flight, I can wait here the whole time."
"Ok ok! You're so pushy!" I state, as I brought my hands to rub my eyes awake. "No wonder you're still single at that age." I murmur.
"That was real mature of you. " he responds back, his face sporting a look of mockery.
"Shut up. How old are you again thirty-five, no- was it thirty-seven?" I tap my chin, as another yawn erupts from my mouth.
"I'm thirty." His voice is flat, and he sounded quite annoyed.
I scrunch my nose. "You're like a decade older than me, you're practically ancient."
He stays silent for a second and the silence drags me deeper into my already tired state. As my eyes shut and everything starts to fade into black; I swear I hear him say...
"It's not that bad."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I wake up to soft sheets and blue-curtained canopy hanging above the bed. I take a second to right myself and stretch out my limbs before properly take in my surroundings. I felt an unmistakable sense of déjà vu in the back of my mind.
"Your friend was a prostitute."
My eyes fly in the direction of voice. What they find is a extremely pissed off Braxton sitting on a turquoise loveseat, not far from the bed. A gasp leaves my bed and I quickly tug the ocean blue blanket around me.
"What the hell are you doing here!" I shriek, throwing decorative pillows that sat on the bed.
He glances at the pillow I threw which fell practically a foot before him. He looks back up to me and raises an eyebrow. I couldn't help but take a second to appreciate how sexy he looked at that moment. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats; which was the complete opposite of his usual suit. In a way it felt refreshing and different.
