The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XXXVIII

Short chapter and I'm pretty sure y'all are going to hate it... But, here goes nothing. Continue to show support!

"You seem shaken up," Russell noted into the phone, his voice filling with concern. He didn't want me to go to LA in the first place and me acting weird was only going to send him into more suspicion. I took a deep breath, pulling the robe closer over my naked body. "You're making me worried. Do I need to come to LA? I don't have to play this game—"

"Stop being stupid," I scolded. "I'm fine. Like I always am." I was a little on edge tonight and I had a good reason to be. That would be information I would never disclose to Russell.

"Whatever, sorry for checking on you," He snapped and the line went dead. I didn't mean to be rude to him, but I couldn't stand the thought of him being here with me in LA, tonight. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying. What had I done? I shivered and pulled the robe closer around my naked body. I heard footsteps coming behind me and I took a deep breath to make it look like I hadn't been crying.

"Was that him? What did he want?" I turned around to see Sean standing there, a towel wrapped around his naked bottom half, he was wet from the shower. I didn't answer, "Ready for round two?"

"No..." I trailed off, not believing what I just did. "No, no, I'm not ready for round two, there's never going to be a round two... I just did something terrible..."

"The heart wants what the heart wants," He reminded me, biting his lip and looking at me. "And that's me, Mo. Your heart wants me." I sat there in silence for a few moments, before I stood up and began to pick my clothes up from the floor in disbelief. "Where are you going?" I gathered all my items and was looking to go to the bathroom to change.

"I'm going home," I told him, shaking my head. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry so bad. But, I couldn't cry in front of him. I never wanted him to see me break again. I turned around and walked toward the bathroom.

"The home, as in Russell's house, or your apartment you still have in LA, that you haven't told him about?" My breath hitched in my throat and I bit the inside of my lip.

"Just keep quiet about this, alright? And about my apartment."

"You've got my word," He said. I stood there for a few seconds, before disappearing into the bathroom.