Abusive Affair (URBAN)

Are We Moving Fast?

* Camille's POV *

I sat back & watched King drive. I was curious to know what was about to happen. Whatever it was, I was ready for it.

My mind suddenly drifted off to that kiss. Oh my, his lips were so soft. Normally I would slap someone who tried to do that, especially when I didn't know them.

But.. It felt so right at the moment.

"King?" I asked.

"Call me Brandon bae, but yes?" He said, as he started smirking.

"I'm not your bae, don't call me that." I said, playfully hitting him.

He chuckled & I rolled my eyes.

"Come on Mille, forreal. Wassup?" He asked, as we came to a stop. This must be the trap house.

"Why did you kiss me earlier?" I asked, staring him in his eyes.

He looked at me & then bit his lip. He leaned in forward & kissed my lips again. This time felt better than the last time.

"Because I wanted to. Like I did then, now come on. I got business to handle." He said, as he exited the car.

I followed behind him, but I held on to his hand because I was starting to get scared. He must have noticed, because he whispered in my ear.

"You don't have to be scared ma, I got you. If anyone looks at you funny, let me now & I'll handle it."

I nodded, while he rubbed my fingers. We walked up to gate, that were surrounded by security guards.

"Sup Banko? Poppin Big man?"

"Boss man! Wassup? Who is this pretty lady?" The one named Banko asked.

I blushed, as he said that. I was always nervous because he never looked away, he was just staring.

Brandon stood in front of me, I think he got jealous.

"Don't worry about that, is everyone in there?" He asked.

"Yeah, they should be." Big man finally spoke up & said. He however, never looked my way.

"Good, come on bae." Brandon said, as he pulled me along.

"How many times do I have to tell you, that I'm not your bae?" I said it jokingly, but I was very serious. I mean damn, it's only been a day.

He smirked & shook his head.

As we stepped inside the trap house, all I saw were ballers & naked females. I scrunched my face up at the sight of that.

"Damn lil' mama, what's your name?" One dude had asked me.

Before I could respond, Brandon had pulled out a gun & shot towards the dude. It didn't hit him though.

"Yo Reggie, get back to doing to whatever the fuck you was doing before." He said, angrily.

Dang, he has anger issues.

"It wasn't that serious Brandon." I whispered into his ear. He ignored my comment.

"You should go sit down over there, I gotta go handle something. You probably don't wanna see it."

"What if I do?" I said, testing him.

"Then come on, but I'm warning you.. It won't be a pretty sight."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough with the small talk." I said, then started laughing.

He smiled & then shook his head. He told me to follow him, so of course I did.

He led me into the basement I'm guessing, which looked more like a dungeon or something.