Derby City Vertical | Bryson Tiller (Completed)

XI.

"Jailee." A voice whispered while knocking on my office door.

Looking up from my computer screen I realized it was Bryson.

"Stop scaring me like that." I laughed.

"Happy birthday." He told me.

"My birthday's not until Saturday."

I've been so busy working and worrying about Carmin's issues, I didn't even realize how close my birthday was.

"I got these for your birthday." He said pulling out two tickets from his pants pocket. "J. Cole." He smirked.

I wanted to scream so loud. J. Cole was once of my favorite artists, next to Bryson of course. I favored artists that talked about real things happening nowadays instead of rapping or singing about fucking hoes and having money. Let's be real here, that stuff is cliche and old. What ever happened to making love to a woman instead of referring to one as a hoe, a slut or whatever else. I felt like J. Cole and Bryson were the type of men that would treat their woman like their everything, and I absolutely adored that.

"Oh my god." I said pulling him into a amorous hug.

"One more thing." He said after we pulled away from the hug. "I've been wanting to do this ever since high school, but I didn't know you well enough to so..."

He trailed off taking a deep breathe.

"Jailee Peyton Rayner, will you be my girlfriend?" He said taking my hands into his.

Lord be with me.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I said hugging him really tight.

I barely remember what went down on Saturday though. All I know is that we didn't draw any attention away from the bride and groom due to the music being too loud for anyone else to hear what was going on. But the last thing I was going to be concerned about was a basic hoe. As of right now, my main concern was Bryson.

"Where you wanna go after work?" He asked me.

"You don't have to take me out, it's not even my birthday."

"But it's my baby's birth week." He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Plus Carmin doesn't like it when I come home too late."

"Ain't she posed to be on her honeymoon?"

"Real weddings have honeymoons, not this one."

"I still don't understand why you fuck with her anyway."

I leaned against the nearby wall.

"It's just that I've known her for more than half my life, so she's like a sister to me."

"How she married and don't live with her husband?"

"I really don't know... There's a whole bunch of stuff messed up about this."

"Just come by my place tonight." He said as he got closer to my face and his voice deepened.

He knew he could get me to do anything as long as he did that.

He pulled me closer to him by my waist making our lips touch.

"Now, you really need to leave me alone at work." I sternly told him.

"Why? You don't like workin' with a nigga?"

"You're just really distracting."

"But if I'm not here who's gonna give you ya daily dose of Bryson?" He said licking his lips which I found really attractive.

"Because of you, I'm behind on stock reports."

"Your what?" He asked looking really confused.

"Goodbye Bryson." I said shooing him out the office.

"Dang," He started. "We've been datin' for ten minutes now and you already tired of me?"

Just knowing that me and Bryson were official now, made me smile so hard inside.

"I'm not tired of you, I'm sick of you." I said closing the door and sitting down behind my desk continuing to write the stick reports that were due today.

This job was like being in school all over again. Trust me, you wouldn't wanna work here.

Once my shift came to an end, I was at Bryson's house. We were currently watching "Straight Outta Compton" on Netflix in his living room. We weren't Netflix and chilling though. The only reason why I agreed to watch a movie with him was because Harley was here, and I knew nothing was gonna go down, but having Harley here didn't prevent him from touching on me.

When we were about twenty or thirty minutes into the movie Bryson started rubbing up my thigh even though Harley was just in the other room. I couldn't deny that I liked what he was doing.

If he wanted to play, I was gonna play too. Let's just say, my hand "accidentally" brushed up against his pants zipper as I reached for the TV remote.

He looked over at me with his signature smirk on his face.

"Don't start somethin' you can't finish." He warned me. "Once I get hard, it's over. I know you ain't ready for this anaconda yet."

"What if I told you I was?"

"Nah, you still a virgin."

It was true, I guess I'm the twenty-one, almost twenty-two year old virgin.

"And virgin's can't handle the work I give in the bedroom."

"You're all talk." I teased.

"Wait till that day when you gon be moaning Bryson all night long."

I actually kinda liked that image it put in my head.

Looking at the lock screen of my phone I realized it was past eleven. I had to get home since I didn't like to leave Carmin and Bella alone for long periods of time. Even though Carmin was a human and Bella was animal they absolutely hated each other ever since Bella chewed on Carmin's cell phone charger which is something Bella would never do.

Opening the door to my home it was pitch black. No lights coming from the TV or anything. After checking on Bella and Carmin to make sure they were safe I climbed into my own bed.

"Goodnight beautiful. ❣😘💍"
-Bryson