WhenILoveYa-ff:

WhenILoveYa: Chapter 25

Heather

doorbell rings

I had been waiting on Chris for about 15 minutes when he finally arrived. I run to the door, and there he is.

I smile. "Hey you..."

"What's up girl" he says pushing past me, coming into my house

I giggle. "Fine let yourself in then."

"Nice place you got yourself." He looks around my new unfurnished apartment

I get semi embarrassed. "Um, well I haven't bought everything yet, I've just got the essentials you know?"

He gives me a dimpled smile. "Your place is fine Heavie."

He makes me blush. "Well thank you Chris." I have to hold back my stupid grin. "So would you like for me to show you the bedroom?"

"I'll always follow a woman into the bedroom..." He says in a very deep perverted voice and we both burst out into laughter.

I lead him down the hall into the room. "Chris I swear you haven't changed."

"Naw girl, I'm still the same Breezy. Always will be." He says sitting his paint cans down. I notice all of his tattoos. He's always had them, but now they cover both of his arms, and I can see them on his neck. I remember his uncle being heavily tattooed, but now he always has a suit on, so no one can see.

"So do you have any room for new ones?" I say pointing at his arms.

He smiles raising his shirt. "I got room on my stomach and a little bit on my back."

I touch the airplane tattoo on his chest. "Damn B, you went all out." I giggle before peeping a name on his chest. I lift his shirt a little. "Rita..." I say lowly. I look up to him, and it seems like his mood changed. "Your girlfriend?" I ask looking up to him with a raised brow.

He raises a brow. "I guess you could say ex wife."

"Wife?" I repeat confused

He chuckles. "Yeah, found a girl who was worth it and I fucked up. Still the same Breezy." He says it jokingly, but I think he meant it. He scratches his head looking around. "So did you figure out what you wanted?"

I shake out my curious thoughts. "Oh, yeah! I wanted you to do this wall here." I point to the huge wall across from my bed. "I just want you to make it dope. I know you don't really take request, so have fun with it I guess."

"I can do that." He smiles. "It's kind of late, so I can do this in two days if you want?"

"I work at Jackson's, so my hours are late anyway. Your fine." Just talking about my job pisses me off. I work at a gentleman's club, and literally hate every bit of it.

He makes a face. "Um...Heather..."

I laugh. "Bartender. Not stripper..." I say knowing where he was going with that

"Just checking." He says pulling out one of the tarps to cover my bed. He looks over at me. "Either your helping or get out." He laughs

I poke out my lip. "Fine..." I playfully roll my eyes before heading to the door.

"So you gone make me do this alone?" I hear his voice and turn to him.

I look around. "Chris we don't all have painting skills like you."

"Let me teach you then. Change into something you can get paint on." He says bending to pick up his water bottle.

I clear my throat. "Chris I really don't think this is my territory." I nervously laugh