His Crimson- BWWM

Chapter 3: 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕠 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪.

Get up, get in the shower we have work to do young woman.

Once again crimson was right. Je'neive hopped out of bed, covered up with her bed robe and shoved her feet into her little fuzzy slippers. She was shivering a little and that's when she realized it had snowed. "Thank God I don't have to get out today," she thought to her self as she made her way to the bathroom. She never did like snow days and the temperature just made her lazy.

Je'neive's P.O.V

I decided to take a bath. Crimson suggested that I did and I needed it. As I laid back in the warm white rose scented bath, I felt the tension in my muscles melting away like pure snow on a warm pleasant morning. I was pleased until my dream started invading the quietness of my mind. "Ugh" this man seriously won't get out of my head.

Next time you'll know to not go kissing sexy strangers

And now crimson isn't helping.

The aroma in my bathroom was so soothing, I almost forgot about him, almost. I got done with my lovely bath, made myself a hot cup of hibiscus passion tea and went straight to my art room. The only place I knew I could forget about him, even if it was for a minute. This was where I ran to when I was trying to get away from reality. My escape.
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Al couldn't stay in bed for too long, even if he was really sick. He had already done his morning exercise, showered, and ate. He's been expecting his little sister, she's always late. He could only imagine how frustrated his diver got whenever he had to wait on her. Ritzer was an ex-army man and though born and raised Italian he spoke 3 other languages fluently. He spoke English, French, and Dutch. Al liked that about him and also that he was like a respectable father figure to him. Al was only 27, while Ritzer was 49, a tough no non-sense 49. He knew about je'neive. He did his own little research just to make sure all was safe.

"Finally!" He said as his sister walked across the living room and over to him in the lounge space by the clear window that allowed a wonderful view of the city. "Breakfast?" He questioned, simply because he knew she didn't have anything earlier. She sat and he admired her jet black hair her fierce grey eyes. He saw so much of himself in her and for all the times he wondered why he'd spoil her that much, that was the very reason. "Strap!" Xuri said. She thought he had a bad habit of staring at people but little did she knew that she was different. "Sorry baby girl, every time I see you I see myself." He said, not being afraid to say exactly what's on his mind.

"I told you I'll get you a car as your graduation gift, mom's making sure you're all set for prom, college is already sorted out. What are you doing here xuri!?" He examined her as she attempts to respond. "Al. I have a b-" Before she could say anything else, Al cuts her off by asking "Is that a hickey?" And she instantly took the color of a tomato. He walked over to her, took a good look at her neck. "Which piece of shit did this, I'm so telling mom," he said with his jaws clenched. "No! You can't" she said with a lump in her throat. "You need to be careful xuri!" Al was red mad. "It's not what it looks like, things were just going so fast and. and heated. I told him to stop and then he put that there." "So you can't be with him. A stop is a stop!!" And before she could say anything, Al blurted out "Give me that shit's number and I won't tell mom." She thought twice with tears in her eyes and when she saw him picking up his phone from the glass table, she tossed her phone to him and shouted the boy's name "Price, Devon Price!" "We'll have a talk, no need to worry," Al said with a smirk and it was at this very moment Xuri knew hell was about to break loose.