⬆️Your Outfit⬆️
Y/N POV
"Babe come back to bed." The short brunette said.
"I can't stay cupcake, I gotta go see a man about a job." I said.
The girl wrapped her arms around my waist and started kissing the side of my neck. I stood up and put on my underwear and blue jeans the buckled my belt. "Do you think it's possible for me to see you again?" The girl asked.
"Look Karla.."
"It's Camila." She said dryly.
"Right. I don't think that we'll be seeing each other again. I'm just not the relationship type. Plus I never stay in the same place too long." I said.
I buttoned up my flannel and slipped on my dirty worn out converses. I gave Camila a kiss and said, "Last night was pretty great. You got talent."
"Thanks." Camila said.
Just like that I was out the door, I got in my truck and began driving around. Last night I almost got arrested for beating the hell out of some punk at a bar. Apparently this guy was in his feelings about me talking to Camila but I didn't come on to her she came on to me. Anyway, he started going on and on about how he was going to kick my ass so I had to handle him. We stepped outside the bar and I whooped his little Canadian ass.
The cops showed and they put both of us in handcuffs. Just as the officer was about to put me in his patrol car a tall dark skinned man talked to the police and the next thing you know, I'm free to go. The man started asking me a bunch of random questions and I tried to hurry and answer them because Camila was ready to get busy with me. The guy gave me a card with an address and phone number on it. He told me to come by his house the next day because he had a job for me.
Now I'm driving around the city trying to find this man's house. I saw an elderly guy sitting at the bus stop so I assumed he knew how to get there. I pulled my truck in front of him and said, "Excuse me sir but do you know how to get to the Hamiltion house?"
"Go two miles down this road, make a left on that first street, a right, and another left, another right and you'll be at the Hamilton house." The old guy said.
"Thank you sir." I said.
I got back on the highway and follwed the directions I had just been given. I pulled the card out of my shirt pocket and began looking for the house. It didn't take long to find the house and once I did I parked in front of the house and put my hair in a ponytail. I walked up the long driveway up to the door and rang the door bell. The outside of this house was really nice I was curious to see what the inside looked like.
One of my many flaws is that I am very impatient and I really wish someone would come answer the door because this heat is too much. I started ringing the doorbell repeatedly in hopes that someone would hurry up and answer the door. Finally a woman came to the door and I knew that she was the wife of the man from the bar.
"May I help you?" She asked.
"Hello ma'am I'm here to see Mr. Derrick Hamiltion. He said something about having a job for me." I explained.
"Oh you must be Y/N. We've been expecting you. I'm Andrea, Derrick's wife."
I shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you ma'am."
"Come on in and I'll go get my husband." Mrs. Hamilton said.
I walked inside I side of the mansion and I was amazed, these people was living large. They had all this nice furniture and expensive art pieces I'm pretty sure these people got more money than they know what to do with it. Mrs. Hamilton lead me into the kitchen and I took a seat at the counter. "Would you like some lemonade while we wait on my husband?" Mrs. Hamilton asked.
