Lion's Pride

Chapter 5

D . a . n . i . e . l . l . e

     BECOMING USE TO THE SUN BEAMING THROUGH MY FLOOR to ceiling windows in the bedroom was tough at first but waking up the next morning, I could only open my eyes and be grateful for the view. I catch the slight glare coming from the large mirror to the left of my bed, shifting my position to get out of its way. The dark gray curtains had been drawn back as far as they could be, pinned up. I had gotten my room customized to have them open at a certain time because being productive was a key factor in being a successful woman. I itch at my head, feeling a curly mess. Yawning, my eyes glance at the city before me as people went about doing their daily tasks.

     After about ten minutes of watching the city, I finally sit up, glancing over at the time. It was 9:41 am, still a bit early. I stretch before coming out with a low groan. My body had a habit of always waking up extra early, even on those days where I just wanna sleep in for more hours. Getting up, I examine the simple attire of an oversized dark grey sweat shirt and black Hanes boy shorts. For some reason, I didn't recall finding the comfortable clothes last night. What I did remember, was the way the bed felt when I laid in it. I stepped down on the black ceramic 3 stairs that were connected to my elevated bed and make my way over to the bathroom.

     Emerging from the bathroom around 5 minutes later with a relaxed body and empty bladder, I yawned loudly for at least the third time already. My feet carry me down the wooden stairs with black accents. Pictures of aesthetic models and irregular items like heels and women with red lipstick pass by as I continued my journey. Rounding around a sharp corner, I come across the open spaced kitchen equipped with a white island and dark marble countertops. I had to say that besides my living room, the kitchen was definitely my favorite part. I head straight to the grey stainless steel fridge, opening it to grab at the Simply Raspberry bottle of juice. I take the juice and grab a glass. When I go to pour some of the purple colored drink,  a subtle but heard knock on my front door stops me. I roll my eyes, going to the door and flinging it open.

     "Damn... What hit you early this morning?" A surprised Montie stands before me, dressed in a bright white tee and black True Religion jeans. On his feet are fresh out the box low top black Jordan futures, a truly classic shoe. His attire makes me pause and the irritation I had before dissolves. The scent of teakwood wafts into my nose, making me smile.

     "Nothing, I just woke up. Give me some justice for now 'cause I am a morning person but I'm struggling after last night." We share a laugh for a split second. "What brings you by here though? Something wrong with Raye?"

     "Actually no, she just texted me this address and told me to wait a 'lil while before she came lookin' fa' me at the door." Montie explains while rubbing his hands together and eyeing me. I grow confused while standing there. My weight shifts to one foot, and I cross my arms over my chest.

     "I could have sworn I dropped her off at her house last night after we left the club... I don't think she here."

     "She let you keep the Camaro for the night?" Turning around, Montie pointed out the same royal blue colored Camaro parked behind my all black Mercedes Benz I bought from my father. I drove Rayne home in the Camaro because what other car or person was gonna take her home? Definitely not an Uber. I made sure she was safe and everything but with me not driving my own whip, I instead drove the Camaro home and now it's here with me but Rayne shouldn't be, I think to myself.

     "Well," I sigh and take a step back, giving Montie a little leeway to walk in. "I don't exactly know why the hell she would text you to be here. I drove her home in that car and then drove myself home which explains the Camaro being here. Come on in, I can go find her and see if she's actually in my house."