Fifty Shades Of Us

|Seven|

Chapter Seven

(Marcus's Point Of View)

I open my eyes, then shut them back, because of the light pouring through the windows. I attempt to open them again, this time adjusting my eyes to the light. I wipe the crust out of the corners of my eyes, sitting up on one arm, and watching Emma sleep.

She opens her eyes, and repeats the same thing I just did. Its funny the second time around, right? I chuckle, as she sits up. She groans, while she stretches out. She starts to rub her inner thighs under the comforter. "What's wrong?" I nod towards the cover, and she giggles.

She shakes her head, and gets out of bed. She walks to the dresser, pulling out a bra set, some tights, and a crop top. "I'm sore. Its only my second time.." She trails off, but I knew she was talking about sex.

I get out of bed, and walk over to a red mini sofa, fixing my basketball shorts, before sitting down. "Oh. I thought you knew from the first time I did that." I chuckle, referring to the size of my package.

She walks into the bathroom, mumbling things, before shutting the door. "Speak up, or I just might spank you!" I yell after her, before walking downstairs to make breakfast.

I go straight to the refrigerator for ingredients. I get out the eggs, bacon, pre-cooked waffles, link sausages, biscuits, and hash browns. I turn on some music, and get to work. I wash my hands, and take breakfast head on.

As I put the finishing touches on breakfast, Emma comes downstairs. She smiles, and walks to the kitchen island to take a seat. "Something smells amazing. I didn't think you could cook."

I look at her shocked. I step back dramatically, with my hand on my chest. "Why is that?" I asks, preparing our plates.

She giggles, walking to the sink to wash her hands. "I don't know. You don't strike me as a cook."

I set our plates down, and I sit across from Emma. "Oh. My mom taught me all the kitchen do's and don'ts of cooking before she died." I put a forkful of eggs in my mouth. Mmm..

The smile plastered across Emmas' face fell into a straight line. "You mom died."

I smile a little. "Are you asking me, or telling me?"

She raises her eyebrow. "I'm asking you." She poured syrup on her waffles.

I nodded, drinking some of my orange juice. "It was crazy, and sadly expected." I pause, and eat a bite of hash browns. "My dad and her ran a multi-million dollar company. It was all a hoax, they tricked people out of their money. They fucked with the wrong people and they got assassinated." She sat there with her mouth open. "Crazy, right?"

Once we got done eating I washed the dishes. Emma had school, and work, so I invited some old high school buddy's over since I didn't have school.

I heard a knock at the door. "Franko, what's up, nigga?" I yell, greeting my friend dapping him up.

"Shit, I can't complain. Tone, Buck, Clarence, and Kenny in the car, with they dumb ass's." He yells the end making sure they heard him.

I see the car I let Emma drive pull up in the drive way. She got out the car looking bad as hell. She had some tight ass jeans, hugging her body just right, and she had on a blue low cut shirt, showing just the right amount of cleavage.

As soon as she starts walking towards the house Tone, Clarence, Kenny, and Buck follow behind her. "Damn, shorty. You thick as hell!" I heard Buck yell.

Kenny is the closest to Emma, so when she walked up to me he made weird faces behind her. "This your girl?" Kenny asks, looking at her ass.

I grab her waist, pulling her close to me. "Yeah, nigga." I answer, kissing her cheek.

She looks at me weird, and I just stare at her. "Babe, Foot Locker was closed today. So I'm going to chill with you." I heard the guys cheer, and I glared at them. They just laugh, and cheered more.

I frown, and she smiles. "Okay, baby." I say, pouting like a kid. I knew this would bite me right in the ass. Its not that I don't like Emmas' presence, its that my friends speak disrespectfully about women. But, is she insists then okay..

My friends bring blunts, liquor, and bootleg movies. That's how a OG spend they morning. Honesty, Emma fit in great. She was smoking, drinking and watching the low quality movies just like she was one of us. Lowkey it was making me horny, but we still haven't discussed the contract. I didn't want to continue being intimate, then she start to like me. I don't do girlfriends, or long term shit, and she was beginning to realize that, so I didn't want to fuck up the flow.

After my friends left, the image we put together fell, like a house of cards do in the wind. She swatted my hand away from her waist. "Their gone. Unhand me." She says, walking up to the guest room.

I walk to my kitchen, and stop dead in my tracks. Somethings not right. I look around and spot a vase filled with red roses. The breeze from the fan took him back to a time when he loved. When he cared. A thick girl across the club he couldn't help, but pursue changed it all when--

"Marcus." Emma calls from around the corner, with a towel wrapped around her.

I raise my eyebrows, snapping out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" I asks, getting horny all over again.

"The showers stuck. Can you come fix it?" She asks, walking from around the corner. Her hair in a high messy bun. Her blue towel barely covering her, because it was to small for her mature body. My eyes trail down to her cleavage as I agree to fix the shower.

I walk behind her as she lead me to the problem. I look at her butt, swaying left and right. She was doing that on purpose. I hate being sexually frustrated. We got to the bathroom, and I tried to twist the handle. At first it didn't budge, then I put a little bit on it and it moved instantly.

I laughed in unison with Emma. "Baby girl, you weak." I look at her, and realize she's blushing. The last girl did the same thing. I walk out the bathroom, but she calls me.

She drops her towel, exposing herself to me. "Do you want to join me?"

I smile, and start taking off my clothes on sight. "Of course!" I exclaim, taking off my boxers. At the time the idea was great, but I felt uneasy every time I slept with her and she didn't sign the contract....

Wow, I'll tell you you that girl can go for a while. I got into the living room, after we finish doing the deed, so I wouldn't wake her. She was a light sleeper. A paper ruffling would wake her up! I turned the television to my favorite show, Big Bang Theory. As soon as it starts some one knocks at my fucking door.

I open the door, and stand wide eyed. "Kimmy!" I yell, at no in particular person. Then, I look at her closer, getting enraged. "Who the fuck did that to your face?!"
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