Oh God, She's Like Us.

three- closer.

  I woke up to a wet slimy feeling on my cheek, followed by a few drops on my forehead. I open my eyes, seeing Chop. "Hey buddy." I coo, wiping my face off. I see a note scribbled on a sticky note. I read it.

   Had to leave early. Be back soon. Help yourself to anything.

                                         -F

I sigh and sit up, going to his kitchen. I grab a water bottle, then look around at his pictures. I smile, seeing one of when he was younger. I touch it gently, then go to his bedroom. I tug my pants off, tossing them onto his bed as I make my way out to his pool. I sit on the edge, holding the beer in my hand. I watch Chop swim around for a bit, tossing his ball every once in a while. I grin, sitting back down.

I hear a few car doors slam, then footsteps. I turn around, seeing Frank and those two guys on the upper balcony. I wave gently to him, giggling. Michael whistles quietly, nudging Franklin. "Nice one, kid." He nods.

They soon join me, laying out on poolside chairs. I sit by Franklin's feet, lighting his joint for him. He winks, causing a light blush to form on my face. Michael gives a quick whistle, wiggling his cigarette. I toss him the lighter, hearing him scoff.

  "So, Franklin told us about you guys' little.. adventure yesterday" Michael starts, Franks hand rubbing my side gently. "Says you might be useful to us. You good with a gun under pressure?" Trevor continues, tilting his head. I nod, smiling gently. "Yes, sir." I say softly. I look over to Franklin, then back to them. "How would you like to help us? You know, shoot some people, get some money.." Michael raises an eyebrow.

I bite my lip gently, nodding slightly. "I'd love to " I smile sweetly, sipping my drink. "Great! You start tomorrow. Be ready bright and early!" Trevor says, getting up. I watch them leave, then look over to Franklin. "But I work tomorrow?" I whisper. He shakes his head slightly, chuckling. "Not no more." He winks, kissing my knuckles. I giggle quietly, leaning over and pressing my lips to his gently. I pull away after a while, stretching. "Go get in a bathing suit. Let's go to the beach." He nods, getting up with me. I jump slightly, feeling his hand harshly smack my ass, a giggle escaping my lips.

  As I got changed, I met him outside, climbing in his car. He whistles, his hand connecting to my thigh. I giggle again, putting mine over his gently. I examine his tattoos, tracing a few script ones.

As the sky darkens, we only stayed longer. I sat on the sand, watching the waves crash into each other. "Hey, Frank?" I call out, turning behind me. He looks up from his phone, "yeah?" "What time is it?" He tells me and I nod slightly, standing up. Sand crumbles under my feet as I pad over to the cool water, the white foam bubbling over my toes. I smile to myself, feeling something brush my leg. My eyes widen and I race back over to him, knocking into his arms. "Oh hell no " I shake my head, laughing gently.

  "It was just sea weed." he pulls the strands from my legs, laughing loudly. I laugh also, shaking my head. "No it wasn't." I sigh, then shrug gently, leaning back into his chest.

  Once he dropped me off at my place, I thanked him quietly. Our lips met, his hands connecting to my ass and squeezing it roughly. I pull away, smiling shyly. "Goodnight." I whisper, pressing one last kiss to his lips. I walk inside, leaving him standing on my doorstep. After a few minutes, I heard a knock. I open the door, looking up at the tall dark man. "Oh. Hey?" I furrow my eyebrows gently, letting him in. "Yeah, about tomorrow." he chuckles. "Those guys can be harsh. Especially under pressure. Especially Trevor." He looks down at me, stroking my hip. I nod slightly, smiling. "I understand. It's dangerous work, of course everyone is going to be tense." I put my hand over his lightly. He nods, flashing a small smile, his white teeth showing. I give him a small peck on the lips, grabbing his hand and leading him down to my bedroom. "Get some sleep? I'll be in the shower." I give him a small smile, disappearing into the bathroom.

When I come out, I gasp quietly, gushing at the view in front of me. He had his head buried in the blankets, soft snores echoing through the room. I climb in, turning out the lamp. "Goodnight." I whisper, running my hand through his beard gently. I kiss his nose, turning away and going to sleep.

In the morning, my eyes fluttered open, a strong arm draped over my hip. I look down, smiling gently and then lifting it off carefully. I check the time, only 7:30 AM. I'll let him sleep until 8:30. I go to my kitchen, hearing a knock at the door.