[Prospering || Book 3]

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»"do you even love me like you say I wonder?..."

"Ugh, Bryson's not answering the phone." Paris huffed, tossing her phone on the couch.

"He's probably still asleep, why don't you try after we go get breakfast, on me?" Sierra suggested.

"Alright, I'll go get the girls ready." She said, beginning to walk towards their bedroom.

"Ooh, I'll help." Sierra offered.

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"Originally, I had planned on asking you to show me around LA, but from what it sounds like, we'll be showing each other around." Sierra laughed as they were seated.

"Haha, yea." Paris sarcastically mocked, "What do you want to see?"

"Well, the Hollywood Sign, I want to go shopping on Melrose, the typical stuff, but I also want to talk business." She said, a serious look coming over her face.

"Ok..." Paris drug out before slightly chuckling, "Business?"

"Yes. I got my degree in business and I really want to open my own private event center but it won't be popping in North Carolina nearly as much as it would here." She explained.

"That's a good idea. What, you need my help or something?"

"Well, kinda. First off, I was thinking maybe you could design the logo. Secondly, if you like it once I lay everything out for you, maybe you and Bryson can invest."

Paris sat back and nodded as if she was thinking, "Whatchu think, Daph?"

Daphne, who was downing her third french toast stick, nodded dramatically.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'll talk to Bryson about it, but I'm sure he'll be all in."

"Speaking of Bryson, you never told me why y'all got married so quick. Then, after everything happened in Florida, I didn't really want to ask."

"Um, I don't know. He asked and I didn't need to think twice about it." She shrugged.

"But were you ready?" Sierra asked.

"Si, the way I feel about Bryson is indescribable. I would go to the moon if he wanted me to and I've felt that way since we were like 15."

"Bryson must've been slashin' and thrashin' that meow." She said bursting out laughing.

"No, shallowness," Paris laughed, "We weren't even doing all that back then. It was his mind that made me feel that way. He was so private with everyone else but he trusted me with his secrets, you know how special that made me feel? We would sit on his aunt's roof for hours, just talking about random things. He's the most beautiful person I've ever met..."

Both Harley and Daphne looked at their mother as if they understood her and knew she was talking about their father.

"That's beautiful, Paris. You still feel that way about him?"

"Of course, he means the world to me. We don't talk as much 'cause he's always in the studio or on the road, but I know I'm still special to him." She seemed a bit unsure of herself with the last part of her statement.

Sierra squinted her eyes and leaned in slightly over the table, "Paris, I'm your closest friend, you know you can always talk to me."

"I know," Paris nodded, "I'm fine; we're fine." She said, giving an assuring smile.

Paris didn't want to admit that she felt like things were changing between her and Bryson. Change, in her mind, was suppose to be a good thing, but maybe they were changing just a little too much.

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"Mm, baby." Bryson moaned, stroking Paris' hair.

"Just like that, daddy." The whispered, kissing his lips, "We gotta be quiet so we don't wake up the girls.."

"You're the one who likes to scream."

"BRYSON!"

"Huh? What?" Bryson mumbled, slowly opening his eyes.

"Man, get up. You've been moaning Paris' name for the last thirty minutes. Pathetic ass." DJ said shaking his head.

"I think it's cute." Reign yawned, hoping down from the bunk.

Bryson looked confused, "Who are you?"

"Reign. DJ introduced us last night, remember?" She chuckled, trying to hide the fact that her feelings were a bit hurt.

"I don't know, I was high. Look, we about to be heading out soon so..."

"Nah, Bryson. She cool." DJ explained.

"Whatchu mean, she cool?"

"Like, she gone kick it with us for a little while." DJ shrugged.

"Um, let me holla at you for a second, Demarcus." Bryson grabbed DJ's shoulder and pulled him to the front of the bus.

"I have a wife, I can't be traveling with random women, DJ." Bryson explained to him.

"Damn, every time I talk to you its I have a wife this, Paris that, the girls this. Bryson, you are twenty fucking five, this is the time of our lives, just live in it. What happened to the chill Bryson from high school? The one that just went with the flow? That's my nigga. Not this dude, tripping 'cause of one female that wants to hang with us."

DJ shook his head and began to walk away.

"Wait, man fuck it. She can stay." He said grabbing DJ's arm, "Just know she is your responsibility at all times."

"I got you, man." DJ smiled, dapping him up.