Brooke
"I don't know it's just so weird. He's been acting really weird lately." I told my sister. It was early in the morning, and it's been about 3 weeks since I've been home. Maurice has been spending so much time away from home and Morgan is insisting that he may be cheating. I don't believe her . Maurice is the most genuine man I've ever known he would never cheat on me. "All I'm saying is that he's not getting it from you he's getting it elsewhere." She poured herself some lemonade from the pitcher sitting in between us. "So you know something Morgan?" I asked concerned that she may know something because she was here with him. "No, of course not." She answered quickly. I sipped water from my bottle closing the lid tightly. I shrugged my shoulders. Maybe he was hiding from Morgan. She was stressing me out, so I could imagine him feeling the same way. Forcing him to eat all the meat...ugh, she's disgusting.
I sighed. We were celibate for a reason. He knew with all the sexual abuse I endured that I just wanted to be sure that it was what I wanted when it happened. I picked up my phone and let my finger hover over his number seeing if I wanted to text him or not. I looked at Morgan who was smiling so devilish. "Hey Morgan, I need an huge favor. " "what's that babe anything you want?" "Can I pay for a room for you for like two nights. I really wanna spend some time alone with Maurice. " I smiled shyly hoping that she would understand what I was trying to say. "Ohh...oh yea okay...yea. of course I wouldn't want to impose." "It will be the best hotel I swear. " I said all giddy.
Morgan
I cringed on the inside. I really want her to know that we've been fucking and even though Maurice says otherwise he still continues to do so. Now she's gonna put me up in a room, I smiled at her but inside I was crumbling. For sure he won't want anything to do with me now once he has sex with her. She's gonna lock him in the damn basement that's how good he is. "I guess I'll go pack, so we can go I'm sure you have a lot to do. " "No wait. I need your help." "You want my help for real?" I asked. Honestly I was shocked. "Yes. What do I do? What do I say?" She looked so confused. "You don't have to do or say anything...just be confident." I told her. I wanted her to be happy,but then again I wanted her man for myself so really how happy did I want her?
"You'll be fine, let's see what you have in your closet girl. " I told her as we headed upstairs. This was really killing me. "He'll be here by 6 we gotta get moving " she said so happy. I swept through her clothing mostly grey and black nothing that really popped out. "What about this?" She asked holding up a really cute grey dress. It wasn't her style though, and I wasn't sure she had anything in her closet that was good enough for him.
"You need something sexy. Have you seen your man?" I said the last part out loud hoping she wouldn't be too pissed. "I do need something sexy." She said I have something." she said like she was ashamed. Was she really this shy? She reached into the top of her closet and pulled down a box. She opened it and pulled out an black and purple nightie. It was made of lace and sheer and I knew she would look super fine in it. I hated it. I wanted to burn it.
"Okay...look at you. You don't think that's too sexy though?" "But you said it needed to be sexy. " "I know but you don't wanna be a pornstar." She looked at me side ways. "Yes I do. I don't want him getting it from anyone but me." I rolled my eyes at her, little did she know he already was. "Yea this is gonna be dope. " she said placing it against her skin.
Why was her skin so perfect? I saw no blemishes or dark marks that my now light skin had popping up everywhere. Her pores weren't showing and she didn't have dark marks under her eyes like I did.
"This is the one." she said grabbing a pair of heels that matches it perfectly.
I smiled even though I was pissed off. "Cool, I guess I'll go pack." I mumbled.
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The Masons *Mature Content*
General FictionWhoever said blood is thicker then water was clearly delusional. Brooklyn Mason learned that the hard way. With a sister who's always comparing their lives, to a mother who knew about a traumatic event and never saved her, family is really her bigge...