The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XVII

This is gonna be a big one....

Sean looped his arm around my neck, saying his last goodbyes to the people and fans at the venue. He smiled to me, giving me a kiss on the lips.

"I didn't see you majority of the show, did you get to see it?" Sean asked, as we walked out of the club.

"Yeah, I did, I was standing towards the back," I told him, "It was really awesome. They love you."

Sean seemed to pick up on my mood change and that I was a little quieter than usual. "Is everything okay? You good?"

"Yeah, of course, I'm just so fucking tired," I complained, as he gave me another kiss.

"Don't be, we have a lot more to do tonight," He sent me a wink, as we both found the way to my car. He threw his jacket in the back, jumping into the passenger seat. I sat in the drivers seat. It took everything I had not to burst into tears at that exact moment. I clenched my lips together and took a deep breath. Kevin was absolutely wrong. Everything he said was just... so wrong. Russell didn't give a shit about me and he never did, he never will. I knew I shouldn't have let that man into my hurt, he was going to do nothing but hurt me. That's all he ever did. "Hey, hey, are you sure you're okay?" He grabbed my hand and interlaced our fingers. "Mo, talk to me." I remembered Russell calling me that earlier. Tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably. I had only ever cried in front of Sean once before. I hated crying. Russell broke me in that little time. He made me cry.

"I want to go home, Sean! I wanna go home! I want to get out of here! I fucking hate it here," I wailed, the tears were coming faster and harder. Sean wrapped me in a hug, holding me tight. What had I done? I had developed feelings for the biggest asshole on the planet when I had the best guy alongside me the whole time. My emotions were all over tonight and I couldn't do a thing about.

"Shhhh," Sean cooed, holding me, "Mo, I'm here, I'll stay as long as you need me too." I cried into Sean's shoulder, his black shirt stained with salty tears. "You'll be home before you know it. You'll be back in LA soon, I promise you. I promise. I'm here, baby, I'm right here."

"That's exactly the problem," I cried, abandoning our hug and looking into his eyes. "You're here now, right now. But you won't be in three days, a week, a month. You'll be touring. My friends will be in LA doing what they love. And I'll be here. You'll be doing what you love. And I'll be accounting. With my family. Every twenty six year old's dream, right?" I wiped my tears away and shook my head. "I hate this stupid city. I hate my stupid family. I just... I want to go home." Sean held both of my hands, our fingers intertwined.

"Listen to me, baby," He said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You are one of the strongest people I know. That I have ever met. Whether you want to admit it or not, you love your family." I rolled my eyes. "You do. It's good to be staying with them. Think about it like this, you've never lived without your mother or your father. But they have lived without you. Cherish when they are here, because soon they may be gone. Can you imagine life without your family? Be grateful for them. You sister may annoy the fuck out of you, but you love her. And I know it. And I love you." I smiled at how sweet I was. Why the hell was I hooking up with an asshole when I had the best man right in front of me?

"Let's go home," I smiled mischievously at him as I turned on the car. "I wanna fuck you all over."

"Are you sure? I can make you something to eat tonight? We can just cuddle," He offered. I smiled at how sweet he was, but tonight, I was going to give him what he had deserved.

"No, I wanna have sex with you," I told him with a smile and a peck on the lips, before reversing out of the parking space. He rested his hand on my inner thigh, urging me to get home even faster.