On The Run: Original Work From The Tumblr Author

Chapter Fourteen

Aubrey

"But I called you yesterday, so what's up with that?"

My eyes slowly opened at the sound of her voice and moving around. I tightened my embrace and kept her close. If it was time for her to be up for work, she could spare a few minutes for The Boy.

I buried my face in between her neck and the satin clad pillow to try and go back to sleep.

"Right, but still. That wasn't in our agreement," she continued.

It then clicked that she was on the phone when I heard a muffled male voice. She felt tense. Figuring it was something to do with her job, I gently ran my fingers up and down her spine.

"Okay, it's 7:30 in the morning and you're playing stupid on my phone...yes you are! I tried to play nice with you but you're about to piss me off!"

"Who's th-"

She held her index finger up.

The fuck? Did she just shush me?

She continued, now sitting straight up,wrinkles forming on her forehead and a vain visible at her left temple.

"Because you know you're supposed to check in with me three times a week and the first time I hear from you in 7:30 on a Saturday morning? According to the bond agreement that you and your mother signed, I should revoke you and send your ass back to jail. Which also means your mother would lose her house that she put up for collateral for your irresponsible ass! Now, fuck with me if you want to, cause if it comes down to me coming to find you it will be your worst motherfucking nightmare. Understand?"

Damn, the mother's house? She didn't play any games. I guess this is the tough love she speaks of. She was a mean little spit fire. A hard ass. It was sexy, though. I like that shit.

The person on the other end of the phone quickly replied with a yes ma'am.

"I'm glad we have a mutual understanding," she nodded, changing her tone to soft and sweet,  "have a blessed day."

"Well good morning," I kissed her shoulder once she hung up and sat her phone on the nightstand.

She sighed and combed her fingers through her hair, "Sorry to wake you up."

"Work?"

"Yeah. One of my clients just needed a little reminder."

"I like that."

"Like what?"

"You getting all mad, cussing and shit. It's sexy."

"You think everything I do is sexy," she giggled.

My hand found it's way to her thigh underneath the covers, "Exactly."

"Stop being so cute," she brushed my nose with hers as I leaned in closer to her, "it's almost irresistible."

"Almost?" I gently squeezed her thigh.

She brought her thumb and index finger together leaving little space, "Almost."

"Oh, yea?" I pecked her lips, "Only almost?"

"Yes, sir," her fingers ran down my bare chest.

Lisedi never said much when it came to me. Her compliments were always hidden, but she wasn't the way I was. She didn't say the things she thought, she showed them. I knew she loved the way I looked shirtless. She was just too confident to say those things. Either that, or she just doesn't want me thinking that I have her. But I know I do.

"I can tell you work out," her soft fingers started to massage my arm.

"Not as often as I used to, because I don't want to get too big, but yea. Do you like that?"