Pretty Little Lady [Slow Updates]

Answer me.

He continued to call me even though I texted him and said that I was just wake up and sound like a man.

Aggy 😘😍
Answer the phone, baby.

Aggy😘😍
I don't care if you think you sound like a man. Answer your phone....

Aggy😘😍
This is very rude, Mrs. Kayla.

Aggy😘😍
Okay I see how it is. 👌🏻

I pouted at his cuteness and finally gave in by taking a brave step and being the one to call him.

After one ring he picked up and I started to get nervous.

"Hello?" His voice was super sexy early in the morning while mine was going to sound like he was talking to my dad.

"H-hey." I mumbled since sleep was still on my mind but I was already woke anyway–it was only 6:00 am– bummer.

"You don't sound like a man, Kay. You sound like a tired...you," he said and I chuckled curling up more into my covers. "I would want to wake up to that voice every morning." He mumbled but I still heard and felt butterflies erupt in the pit of my stomach.

"W-what are your plans for today?" I asked ignoring my heart that was literally using my rib cage as a drum set.

"Hm? Oh, just going to the shop for about 4 hours until I let Charles take over-"

"Wait...why didn't I put the pieces together," I mumbled, face palming with a bug sigh. "Charles as in CJ, big head and one blue eye?" I asked and heard a chuckle over the phone.

"That's my guy," he said and I heard shuffling and a glass break. "Shit." He cursed as I heard a painful groan.

"Are you okay?" I asked sitting up in bed with a yawn.

"Y-yeah I just dropped my glasses and stepped on them....fuck!" His yell was muffled like he covered up the phone so it wouldn't be to loud in my ear.

"Steve?," I waited for him to answer but the phone hung up and I removed the phone from my ear and looked at the phone with a confused expression. "The hell?" I mumbled putting my phone on the bed and slowly standing up. I stretched and instantly turned into an opera singer while falling back on my bed but popping back up when I was done yawning and stretching.

I walked out of my room with my big blanket wrapped around my body  and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth as I sniffed softly. Now that I think about it my nose did feel stuffed and my head sort of hurt.

"Morning, baby," I heard Bret's voice and I looked up to see him sitting on the couch and eating a bowl of cereal. "Aww your nose is red, you sick?" He asked sitting the bowl on the coffee table and walking quickly towards me, feeling my head and neck and biting his lip.

"I think so," I mumbled covering my mouth as I let out a cough, Bret moved from my face with a face of showing disgust but then it softened when he saw I was serious. "Sorry-"

"Oh, my poor baby, momma's got you," Bret wrapped his arms around me and led me to the couch. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?" He asked putting his hands on his hips and pouting down at me.

This is what I mean when I'm saying he spoils me. He does the most for the best, and never stops until I'm satisfied.

"I'll have s-some- some-," I let out a few sneezes before leaning my head on the couch arm and roll up into a ball. "I hate being sick, I have school later on today." I groaned wrapping myself in a cocoon.