Bad Behavior

Chapter 36

Layla, Mynetta & Dream in M/M
Dream POV

"Hurry up or we gonna be late."I rushed myself.

I had arranged to get this meeting set up two days later, on a Friday night. I made reservations for three at Fishbone's. Layla knows about it but as far as Mynetta knows, we're going on a date thats just the two of us. She's in for a rude awakening though.

I helped her snap on the ankle piece of her heels before standing up straight. Even though Mynetta's still in this wheelchair, she's still looking good as hell. She had on a three button up, white blouse and a black and white checkered pencil skirt with black heels. Her hair was tied back into a low honeybun and her ears were full of diamonds. The Rolex I bought her a few weeks ago sat on her wrist bringing the whole outfit together.

"Classy lil mama lookin' sexy."I complimented, stepping back to take a picture of her.

"Oh stop it!"She laughed, wafting her hand. She loved when I'd boost her head up even though her ego was already huge. I'm just doing my job; stroking it.

I was dressed in a black and white checkered jumpsuit with white heels and my hair was tied back into a low bun as well. Netta thought it'd be cute if we matched and it is, I just don't want Layla to feel left out when she sees us matching. I couldn't tell Mynetta no though, she's get sad and wonder why I wouldn't match with her. That would open up a whole new world of an argument, she'd make it into something more than what it is if I didn't do it. So I just opted to satisfying her for the night.

I fixed my make up for the night and tossed my MK bag over my shoulder. Mynetta had a black Christian Louboutin tote bag to compliment her outfit though. I wheeled her down the ramp that was placed over the steps just for her. I helped her into the car before putting the wheelchair into the trunk and got into the drivers side.

I pressed the start button on the BMW and reversed out of the driveway.

"Where are we going?"She asked. "You'll see."I replied.

"Dream!"She dragged. She hated when I didn't give straight up and direct answers. "Where are we going?"She asked again.

I sighed to myself and spilled the beans that i was supposed to be keeping to myself. "Layla wanted to meet you."I mumbled.

"Layla who?"

"The girl you saw in my bedroom months ago. She wants to meet you."I muttered.

"Oh really? Why?"

"I don't know. That's just something you'll have to ask when we get there."

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We walked into the restaurant and the waitress led us to a table for three. I didn't want to seem like I was taking sides so I positioned the seats to where they weren't biased. One chair on the left, my chair in the middle and the other on the right side. At first, two chairs were on one side and the other chair was facing them. I can't have Layla feeling more left out than she already is going to.

I'm slowly starting to come to the conclusion that I fucked up. I fucked up bad, causing all of this. I just hope they don't get to fighting, not even arguing tonight. Privately, I've unintentionally embarrassed them both enough. I don't need them coming out and embarrassing themselves publicly.

"Where's she at?"

"I don't know."I replied.

"The queen has arrived. The tea party has started. Pull out my chair for me babe,"Layla smiled as she sat her bag down. It was a Tiffany & Co. bag, like mine. I got it for her after she told me how much she liked mine.