The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XXX

"Okay, so, the eating ass thing? Not for me," I complained, catching my breath. My bare breasts moving up and down as my lungs fought for oxygen.

A naked Russell lying beside me, commented back, "Why? I thought you would like it. We'll do it again."

"No, we won't," I retorted. He leaned over to kiss me but I pushed his face away. "Hell no, your stinky ass better go brush your damn teeth." I pushed him off the bed and towards the bathroom. He rolled his eyes.

"You're such a baby!" He called to me, running the sink water. I rolled my eyes and my phone began to ring again. I finally got it plugged up to the charger, I knew I had missed some calls from people. "Are you gonna get that?" Russell stuck his head out from the bathroom, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, his mouth filled with white foam from the minty toothpaste.

"Is your dick ever gonna get soft?" He looked down to his bare groin, his member still sticking straight out in front of him. He shrugged and kept scrubbing his teeth with the toothbrush vigorously.

"He has a mind of his own, I can't control him," He sighed and turned around to spit the toothpaste out. He walked out of the bathroom and back to the bed. "He can't be tamed," Russell repeated, giving me a kiss. Right before he could sit down, my phone began to obnoxiously ring again. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my face, attempting to block the noise. "Maybe you should answer the phone. Last time you didn't, there was an emergency," He recommended but I shook my head from behind the pillow. I heard him reach over to the nightstand and grab my phone to see who it was. "It's Desiree," I groaned even louder this time. I heard him answer it anyways.

"Nope, it's Russell," I heard him say. I threw the pillow off my face and mouthed to him to tell her I'm not here. "Uh huh," He continued, nodding. "Yeah, she's right here! She would love to talk." I flicked him off as he handed my phone and I pressed a fake smile onto my lips.

"Monica?"

"Nobody else," I responded into the phone, smartly.

"I really don't need this right now," She said, hotly, trying to move past my smart attitude. "Katherine was talking really weird today."

"Goddamnit, Desiree, I don't have time for this right now and all this family shit—"

"Monica," She interrupted, "I don't have time for your whole 'I don't give a shit about my family' bit. I'm worried about her. She was talking really weird today and she hasn't answered my calls. I wanted to go check on her, but... but I'm scared to go alone. I know where she lives and Dad said it's none of his business and refuses to check on her. Can you just come by her apartment with me right now and I promise—"

I groaned and rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Desiree... It's nearly one in the morning." She didn't respond and the other end of the line was silent. Katherine was young, and something as traumatizing as this was at such a young age could launch her into depression. I began to worry a little. "What do you mean she was talking weird?"

"She was talking about how she heard voices telling her to do things and how hopeless she feels..." I cut Desiree off before she could say anything more. I had hit rock bottom more than once in the twenty six years of my life and I wasn't going to let a young, beautiful, smart girl like her fall into a hole and make a permanent mistake to a temporary situation.

"I'll come pick you up, I'm on the way now," I hung up the phone before Desiree could say anything more and began to rummage around the room for some sweatpants. I pulled a thong up my thighs and reached for my pair of light gray sweatpants.

"Where are you going?" Russell asked, standing up from the bed with his boxers on.

"Out," I replied, nonchalantly.