The Baby Blue Bentley {Russell Westbrook}

Chapter XL

"I can't!" I shouted over his voice. I was standing in my apartment in Los Angeles. Yes, the one I still had that I had told Russell I had gotten rid of. Which, I actually hadn't. Because after Russell told me he wanted me to stay in Oklahoma, I realized, I did not. And that was going to be a problem. However, we had much bigger issues at the moment. With the man that was standing in my apartment right now.

"It's honestly not that hard," Sean argued with me, trying to tell overtop my voice. It really wasn't working well. "You just come stay with me here, come move back in with me and we can continue our lives... Hell, yeah, we'll get shit for it! But who the fuck cares? We will both be happy."

"Only I won't be happy," I argued, nonchalantly. I didn't care if I hurt his feelings or his precious ego. It was the truth. "I am happiest with Russell, and you know that!"

"So... Why were you in my bed two days ago? Naked? Because you love Russell so much—"

"SHUT UP!" I screamed, my nostrils flaring, my eyes widened. "Can you stop your pathetic plea of trying to manipulate me and get into my head? It's obviously not working!"

"Working enough to have you sucking my dick," He commented with a chuckle. Just as he said that, my phone began to ring with the familiar song of "I be feeling like the man when I walk through..." I glared at Sean and stuck my finger in his face.

"You say a word and I'll end you," He smiled and held his hands up in his defense telling me he wasn't going to say anything. I glared at him as I answered the phone. "Hey, baby," I cooed into the phone, a complete change of character, which made Sean roll his eyes.

"I'm coming home," He told me, plainly. I could tell he was in a mood. Did they lose a game? I hadn't been paying attention to the news or anything.

"What? Why? I'm still in LA, don't you have a couple days left?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I don't give a fuck. Fuck this team, this franchise and fuck Kevin," He spat into the phone. I don't think he had ever been this mad over losing a game. Then again, I hadn't been with him that long.

"Slow down, Russ."

"I can't fucking slow down! I fucking hate basketball! I hate the fucking rigged ass NBA, I'm fucking done!" I took a deep breath and pursed my lips. Should I wait for him to calm down? I decided to just ask him what was going on.

"What's happening?" I asked him, a little scared.

"Fucking Kevin left us for the fucking Golden State Warriors. FUCK THIS!" I moved the phone away from my ear a little when he yelled, just to protect myself from ear drum damage. I hadn't heard anything about this and suddenly I felt like a shitty girlfriend. For more than that reason.

"I can fly back to..."

He cut me off before I could finish my sentence, "Mo... Kevin. My best fucking friend, Kevin... Left me." I signed and clicked my tongue, trying to figure what would be a good thing to say to a very pissed off Russell. Unfortunately, nothing was ever the right thing when Russell was mad.

"Russ... Baby," I looked over to see Sean rolling his eyes. "This is a business. This has nothing to do with you. Maybe, maybe they were offering him more money or he felt like he had a better chance at getting a ring. He didn't leave because of you, he loves you and so do I."

He was quiet for a second before he huffed in annoyance, "Well, I do love you. But, I don't love him anymore.... I can't believe he did that to me."

"Do you want me to come home?" I asked him, watching Sean, who mimicked crying and I rolled my eyes.

"Could you? I need you," Russell admitted. Russell being open with me was rare, and I needed to take advantage of it while I had it. Then again, it could change in the next minute.

"Of course, I'll get the next flight," I told him, "I love you. I'll be there for you."

"I love you, Mo," He replied, ending the call. I knew he had to be hurting. Pretty badly. I had no idea what it was like in the sports world, but that must have felt like heartbreak. Real heartbreak, like betrayal.

"He's such a drama queen, why do you even entertain that?" Sean chuckled, shaking his head at me.

"Because I assume what he is going through is heartbreak," I told him, "And I damn know what that feels like." I scoffed and shook my head, grabbing my purse. I opened the door and held it open, signaling Sean needed to get out of my apartment immediately.

"You're kicking me out? So soon?" He asked, shaking his head and giving me a laugh. He walked towards the door, but stopped in front of me. He put his hand on the door and leaned against it, looking down at me into my eyes. His hand found it's way to my hip. I inhaled sharply, pushing his hand off. He bit his lower lip and scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're still gonna play this hard to get game?" He leaned down when he spoke, his harsh whisper sending goosebumps down my arms. His lips brushed against the skin on my neck tenderly, as his lips found their way to mine. I pushed him immediately and shook my head. I shoved him out of the door, slamming it behind him and locking the door. I locked myself in the room in a hurry. I pressed my back against the door as he pounded it with his fist. "Mo! Open this door!" He pounded against it not for long, before abandoning his wish to get inside and leaving. I immediately looked for flights to Oklahoma City. I found one that was leaving in three hours. I needed my baby. I needed Russell.

I opened the door to Russell and I's home at 10:33 pm that night. It was dark and I thought maybe he wasn't home. That wasn't until I heard a loud crash coming from upstairs and yelling. "Shit," I cursed under my breath, dropping my bags and running up the stairs. "Russ! Russell!" I opened the door to see broken glass all over along with Russell holding another lamp, getting ready to chuck it against the wall. "Russ, baby, you need to stop right now." I was breathless looking at all of the broken glass. He looked at me and placed the lamp on the bed nicely. He ran his hands over his face and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, "I don't know what I'm doing..."

"Is everything okay?" I stepped toward him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. "Did something else happen? You know this isn't the way to take your anger out."

"I need you to be here with me," His voice cracked and I knew he was going to cry. I had never seen him cry before. "Serge left, Mo. He left. It's only me now. I can't believe this. All my best friends, everyone, is leaving me."

"Hey, hey," I cooed, grabbing his chin and making him look me in the eyes. I could understand where he was coming from. This shit hurt bad. "I'm not leaving you. You got it? I'm not. I'm right here. And I don't plan on leaving." He wrapped me in another hug and held me.

"I don't know what I would do without you. You are the love of my life. I'm so grateful for your loyalty and you." I gulped nervously when he said that and abandoned our hug, tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear. I kissed his cheek, before bending down to start delicately picking up the glass shards. "Stop, this is my mess, I should be cleaning it up."

"No, I'll clean it," I told him, insisting, "You should go chill and rest. You need it."

"Well, you need to rest too—"

"Russell!" I cut him off accidentally yelling at him. I rubbed my temples in a circular motion. "I got this. Just go. Okay?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all, I'm just tired." I gave him a weak smile and turned my head away to begin to clean up. He walked out of the room as I exhaled loudly. What the hell had I done?