The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XIV

"Okay, where were you really two nights ago? And don't you dare lie to me," Desiree walked into office, closing the door behind her and crossing her arms, looking at me.

"I told you, D, I was here doing some extra work," I told her innocently, giving her a small smile. There way no way I could tell the truth to my little sister. We had never really been that close. She wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut either. She always had a big mouth, even as kids. She really couldn't have a big mouth with this one. Not that I was going to tell her. No chance. But Desiree had her ways, she was a manipulator. I wasn't going to fall into her trap this time.

"I did my digging, Monica," She raised her eyebrows, a small smirk spread across her lips. She really felt like a detective now. "You weren't here last night."

"But I was," I smiled innocently.

"Why didn't you ever clock in?"

"I didn't bring my card with me."

"Monica, where the hell were you? I may be younger but I'm sure as hell not stupid," she warned me. I smiled and shook my head. "Where were you?"

"D, I was here! I promise!" I lied, "why are you so obsessed about my whereabouts anyways? It's not like I have anything to do in this stupid city or anyone to hang out with."

"You were with that man weren't you? That basketball player," She challenged.

"Russell?" I asked.

"Mo, seriously, don't play dumb with me," She shook her head. "You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

"I love Sean and I am just helping Russell out with his finances. Nothing serious," I informed her, not that she even needed to know.

"You know I'm twenty four and I'm still a virgin?" She asked.

"Maybe if you were actually pretty you wouldn't be," I smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head in annoyance.

"Mo, we are sisters, we don't look that much alike," I laughed and shook my head in amusement. Not only were Desiree and I not the same in looks, our personality and lives were worlds apart. "Just because you're a model, and live in LA, and have a huge mansion and drive fancy cars, and your best friend is on a major reality TV show and your husband is a major rapper, even though you're cheating on him with a basketball player, my life is not any less luxurious than yours."

"I'm not cheating on him!" I argued, rolling my eyes and pointing to the door. "Get out of my office, I have a client in ten minutes."

"Good thing we are talking now and not in ten minutes," She locked the door as I drooped in my desk chair a little more. Where did my little sister get off?

"Are we gonna talk about your accusations of me cheating on my boyfriend or about how you're twenty four and are still a virgin?" I couldn't hold back my laughter as soon as I announced her secret again.

"I don't care, Monica, when you get back to LA you can laugh about it with all your skank friends," She sneered, sitting in the chair across from my desk. "Where were you last night?"

"Goddammit, Desiree! I was here. Why don't you believe me?" She pulled her iPhone out of her pocket, and put her password in. I tensed up. What did this girl have on her phone? Even as kids, she always had proof to back up getting me in trouble with our parents. She showed me her phone, it was from the Find My iPhone app. I realized my name was at the top of the screen. It was my phone. The time was last night around 10 at night. My face heated up immensely, saliva gathering in my mouth. I was caught red handed.

"Originally, I knew you were at his house... You don't know anybody else here, but just to make sure I typed in the address on Google Earth, and found it was his house with a little more research," she was smiling ear to ear, tucking her phone in her pocket. I rolled my eyes as she laughed. "Now tell me what really is going on with him."