A Thugs Wifey

Chapter 6: Kareena P.O.V

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the alarm clock indicating to get up. It's 6:30 in the morning, and I have to be at work at 9. I get up carefully, trying not to wake Keith. However, he's a light sleeper so he wakes up anyway.

Sleepily, he asks "You working today?"

"Yess I amm. I have 8 appointments scheduled for today."

"Why you have to work anyway? I told you I'll take care of you."

"Because Babe, I'm a independent woman. I have to show that I don't have to depend on you for everything, and besides I love to do hair."

"Who you trying to prove something to? I know you're independent, but I still want to take care of you."

"I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone. Just at the end of the day, I don't want to be sitting at home like a housewife all day."

"You can go shopping, go out with your friends and all that other shit women do. You don't have to sit home like a housewife."

Getting frustrated, I quickly ended the conversation.

"Look Keith, I love the idea that you don't want me working and you wanting to take care of me, I just want to make my own money too. No hard feelings, K? Thanks."

With that being said, I put my hair into a high bun and hopped in the shower. After I got out, I brushed my teeth and lotioned myself down with some vanilla scent from bath and body works. I wrapped myself in my pink robe, and headed to my walk-in closet. Keith's sleepy headed ass felled back asleep. Thank God, because I didn't need anyone to question me about what I wanted to do with MY life. Last time I checked, I was 27 years grown. Anyway, I took out my Victoria secrets black and pink laced boy shorts with the matching bra. Then I proceeded to grab the outfit I was going to wear at work today. Which was a white and red stripped off the neck shoulder crop top, light blue high-waist jeans with white frayed patches going down my thighs, and my red 5inch pumps.

I laid my outfit on my side of the bed and went to the bathroom to turn on my flat irons and curling irons. As I was getting them out, Keith came in, kissed me on my neck then went into the toilet room. He didn't even bother to close the door before he peed. I went back into the the room to start dressing. As I took off my robe, I felt a presence behind me. I turned around, only to see Keith sitting on his lazy boy staring at me. I mean he had the kick stand out and all. He loves to watch me get dressed. I caught him doing it many of times. I turned back around laughing,

"Really Keith?"

No reply, I turned my head around to see what he was doing. When I did, he cocked his head to the side, sized me up and down, and licked his lips. I love when he does that, he knows I do too. His lips remind me of Trey Song's, full and juicy. I wasn't falling for it this time though, because I refuse to be behind schedule like last time when we decided to have a quickie that turned out to be 1 hour. I grabbed my boy shorts, bent down and seductively put them on. I then grabbed my bra, turned around so he can see my breast, and slowly put it on. The latch is in the front so it doesn't take long to put it on. To see him reclined back with his head rested on his hand made me giggle. I decided not to play with him, and get dressed so I won't be late. It takes 30 minutes to get to my job so I have to consume as much time as possible. I put the rest of my clothes on, and my pumps followed by my platinum diamond watch and some white hoop earrings and went into the bathroom. I sat in my makeup chair. I decided to go with a a natural look. Olay golden brown shadow for my eyes and Cherry red Mac on my lips. To top it off, a little lip gloss for that extra shine. I had put beach curls in my hair and bumped my bangs. Lastly I sprayed  my Victoria Secret Vanilla beans perfume on me. I was satisfied with the results. By the time I was done with everything, it was already 8:49. Grabbing my Chanel bag and shades I grabbed the keys to my Porsche. I called out to Keith to let him know I was gone.

"I'm gone babe! See you later!"

"Wait girl! Where you going without showing me love?" He said walking downstairs with only his black gym shorts on, long socks and Jordan slides eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

"Baby you have to hurry before I'm late, its already 9."

We kissed and said our love yous and I headed out the door.