One Way Or Another

Unexpected Guest.

Quavo 💰.

The sun smiled brightly through the curtains, I looked down at my chest seeing Kendra sleeping, peacefully.

I pushed her hair out her face just so I could stare at her.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and she groaned.

"Come on girl move.. Somebody at the door," I mumbled with my voice all raspy, to tell the truth a nigga was beyond tired.

She climbed off me wit a attitude and I sat up, reachin' down pullin' on my boxers.

"Cut the attitude," I mumbled then she looked at me, just smilin' brightly.

"You enjoyed last night huh?" I asked poppin' the band on my drawls.

"Yes," she giggled.

I walked to the door and I opened it, seeing Bryson.

Kendra 🌺.

"Kendra in there?" I heard a familiar voice asked and I sat up pulling on Qua's YRN shirt.

"Nah," Qua spat.

I pulled the shirt down as far as I could and I walked to the door.

"Bryson what the hell are you doing here?" I nearly shouted.

"What the fuck Kendra? Why are you naked?" Bryson asked looking shocked as ever.

"Y'all together?" Qua asked pointing at me and Bryson.

"Yes!"

"No!"

Bryson rolled his eyes, "why you fuckin' with him anyways? He really has nothing on me.." Bryson pointed at Qua looking at me.

"Boy if you don't get your ass out my face, make yo money off of cryin' about bitches, tellin' them sob ass stories.. Evidently you ain't got shit on me cause ya girl in my hotel room.. Not yours," Qua spat then Bryson pushed him and Qua sent a punch to his face, before I knew it they were fighting like crazy.

Quavo was on top of Bryson, I quickly pulled Qua off him and he kicked at Bryson as he sat on the floor.

"Y'all stop!" I hollered completely shocked that they actually fought in front of me.

"Fuck this shit Kendra," Bryson spat wiping his bloody lip and he stood up, storming down the hall.

I looked at Quav who was sitting beside me on the floor, "so you was with him?"

I shook my head, staring into his eyes, "I broke up with him the night at dinner.. I swear, he just can't get that through his head.. He asked me to marry him," I looked at my lap.

"And what the fuck you say?"

"I said no," I mumbled then he stood up and picked me up bridal style, "I said no," I repeated looking into his dark brown eyes. "Because you gon' marry a young rich nigga huh?" He smiled as we entered his room.

I shook my head, "you too much for me," he threw me on the bed and I giggled.

"You mean I got too much dick for you?" He asked and I pulled the blanket over my head.

"You gon' marry me one day.. I swear on my life itself," he said and I slowly pulled the blanket down, looking at him, seeing he looked dead serious.

I let out a nervous giggle, "what makes you sa-say that?"

"Cause I love you and you love me.. Plus you let me bust in ya about three times last night..."

I rolled my eyes, "I just wish Bryson would leave me alone.."

"He will, trust me.."

I quickly looked at him, "don't do nothing stupid Quav," he kissed his teeth and fanned me off, "he should've thought about that shit before he pushed me, I wasn't even worried about him.. We was havin' a simple conversation then he wanted to get hands on."

I stood up and walked to him, I placed my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me.

"Promise me you not gone touch him or do nothing stupid," I said then he looked away and I grabbed his face, "promise me.."

"I promise, ight? What you protectin' him for? He askin' for it.." He asked scrunching his face up in confusion and anger.

"I don't give a damn if my mother was asking for it, leave it alone.. I'm not fucking with him so you don't got shit to worry about... Act your age," I so at climbing back into the bed.

He then laid beside me, "I am and I'm tryna protect you and me.. That nigga a little off."

I climbed on him, straddling his waist.

"You a little off with that dope dick," I mumbled into his ear, placing a kiss on it. "You want it now don't ya?" He asked pushing my hair out my face.

"Give me whatever you want," I whispered allowing him to carress my cheek.

"I wanna give you my heart.. You gon' break it?" He asked staring into my eyes, I shook my head and I grabbed his hand, kissing it.

"I promise I won't.. If you promise not to break mine.. Again."

He slowly sat up and pulled my face towards his kissing my lips deeply, "I promise I won't," he mumbled.

I closed my eyes just enjoying the pleasure of his lips against mine, our kisses now were always so deep and emotional.

"Let's make a song together again.." I mumbled and he pulled away, starting to push my cheeks together.

"Don't matter to me," he sat back, propped up on his elbows.

I ran my hand down his chest, I loved so much.

"Let's get matching tattoos," I tested him then I looked into his eyes. "For what we just friends, right?"

I smiled, "friends get tattoos."

"Girl shut the fuck up, I ain't ya damn friend."

I then giggled and laid my head on his chest, "k friend.."

I felt him hit me upside my head causing me to jump scared, "stop!" I whined then he kissed where he hit causing me to giggle once again.