Unexpected

10

Justins POV

  I woke up to light kisses being placed along my face.

  "Wake up." Miley whispered in my ear.

  I took a deep breath in and then let it out.

  "Goodmorning babe." I said.

  She brought her lips to mine and gave them a kiss.

  "Good-" Another kiss. "Morning-" Another. "Baby." Another.

  I gave her lips a kiss back and then opened my eyes. I rubbed them since they were getting adjusted to the bright room.

  "What time is it?" I asked.

  "Why does it matter? Lets just enjoy a day together." She suggested.

  "Work." I informed her.

  She let out a sigh and rolled over to her side of the bed. I looked over at her and watched as she got out her phone to check the time. She rolled back over to the middle of the bed.

  "It's eleven-thirty." She said.

  "Damn." I said under my breath.

  I reached my hand to the floor and grabbed my sweats. I grabbed my phone from the pocket and then tossed them back to the ground. I unlocked it to see I had no missed texts or calls. I let out a sigh of relief and put it on the floor next to the bed.

  "What time do you have to go?" Miley asked.

  "I don't know yet." I answered.

  "I wish you didn't."

  "Me too, babe. Believe it or not, selling drugs isn't as fun as it sounds."

  "You could always ditch that."

  "My job isn't one where you can just call in sick. I can't let my crew down, they're all I have."

  She took a deep breath and looked down. I pulled her closer to me and gently pushed her head up. I gave her lips a gentle kiss and looked her in her eyes.

  "And I have you. The thing is, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. The people in this buisness are fucked up, and will go to any extent to get what they want. I really care for you, and if I were to ditch a day something could happen and it'd be on me."

  "I understand." She said quietly.

  I was surprised she didn't try and go any further with it. My phone started to vibrate so I grabbed it. I looked at the screen, telling me Scooter was calling. I slid my thumb across the screen and brought the phone to my ear.

  "Yeah?" I said, waiting for demands.

  "Where are you?" Scooter asked.

  "My house."

  "Oh really? Twist is over there and says different."

  "What the fuck."

  "You're boys will cover for you until it comes down to me. I don't get fucked with, J. What the hell are you thinking?"

  "Hold on."

  I let out a deep breath and got out of bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and then held my phone between my ear and shoulder. I slipped on my sweats and then walked out of her room, and made my way outside.

  "I needed to check on her." I finally let out.

  "Didn't we have a conversation on this? You have someone fucking watching her, you know if she's okay all the damn time. Which let me remind you, she has been."