But She's Darkskin ||Completed || BEING EDITED

Darkskin: Chapter Thirteen

It took me about an hour to actually stop kissing Ashton. I may seem too attached to my son, but people don't understand. My son has been with me since day one, I just started letting people baby sit him. I'm scared something gone happen and I'm not gone be there, but super daddy assured me he was going to be fine. He wants to feel like a kid, so he decides he'll take us back to our old neighborhood down New Orleans, we moved when we had Ashton because it's bad crime rate.

We pulled into the Holiday Inn hotel parking lot. We grabbed out things getting out of the car, then made our way to the inside to check into a room. The lady at the desk was just lusting for Aaron, you could see it in her eyes. She was flirting with him while he was paying for the room and all. His face look disgusted and I couldn't help but laugh a little. She looked like an animal or something. Once we got done there we hopped into an elevator going to the sixth floor. The hotel wasn't that bad, the view from the upstairs was gorgeous. We got to the room and went inside throwing our bags onto the bed.

"Hmm, they got this painting thing right, and it's all body paint." I turned looking at him like he was crazy.

"You know how hard it is, to get paint out of this hair Aaron, no painting." I turned around looking through my suitcase for my lipstick.

"Babyyyy,  come on it'll be fun, I can just pay for you to get your hair re-did tomorrow or something." He whined wrappings his arms around my waist firmly, and pushing me over on the bed.

"Noo, move!  Always tryna sexually bribe me into things." I turned over on my back looking up at him. He poked out his bottom lip at me. I giggled he so cute, I hate when he pouts like a little bitch.

"Pleeeeeeaseee."  He grabbed both my breasts in his hands  , and started massaging them.

,"Okay damn, move. I told you to stop doing that shit, that's not Okay." He chuckled. I stood up putting my hair into a bun and watched him changed his shirt. "Baby you so sexy."

"I know, you sound like one of them thirsty girls on 23rd street."

We left the hotel and we went back out to the car driving to the place. It took us about thirty minutes to get there. The whole time he kept picking with me, he can never not try to make me wanna jump on him. He just kept poking, squeezing , touching. He can't keep them hands to himself,  it's something wrong with him. When we pulled up to this warehouse I got out the car and so did he. He guided me inside the place holding my hand. Soon as we walked in we walked past rooms people were painting in. He got to the front and some lady escorted us to a room, she didn't even say anything. She got up, nodded and started walking. Like um,  Okay. We walked into this all white room , it had this huge white board on the floor and about thirty cans of paint. The lady said Enjoy before she left out closing the door. Something wrong with her, she possessed.

"Aight I'll start since you slow." I informed him walking over to the pink paint. We came here whrn we were in tenth grade Oh my goodness. I stuck my hands into the pink paint and walked to him. "Take your shirt off."

"This is a nonsexual event I think I'll keep my shirt on." He smirked and I smacked him with the paint right on the side of ho's face. His mouth formed into an O and I bursted out laughing. He stale faced me while he picked up some blue paint. I ran away from him but when I picked up the red paint he dropped all the blue paint all over me.  "Come here Babe, let's wrestle. I want ya shirt off and you want mines off. Let's see who can take who's off first."

"Alright, come lose then baby." I licked my lips then smirked a little. I walked over to him with red paint in my hands and threw it onto his body. He hates red so much so he groaned out in frustration. I put my hands under his shirt rubbing up and down his 8-pack. Next thing you know I felt my ass start to sting. "WE NEVER INCLUDED THIS." I turned around trying to look back at it.

"My hand prints right here." He pushed me onto the floor and climbed on top of me. He sat there trying to pry my shirt off. Does he not know he just a little too damn big to be sitting on me like this. I rubbed the paint around on him,  but then pushed him off and jumping on top of him. The look in his eyes told me he liked this position, he a such a freak. I moved my hips around and started bouncing on top of him. He relaxed biting down on his bottom lip and I leaned down pulling his shirt off. I giggled standing to my feet, his eyes shot open.

"I win, like always because you're a nasty freak." He stood up picking me up off my feet and throwing me over his shoulder. I kicked my feet trying to get down.

"You cheated, how you gone do all that to me then just take the shirt You know I was into that shit." He told me walking over to the paint. He picked up so some green paint..Dropped me to my feet making sure my shirt came off and he dropped a whole thing of paint over my body. I wiped paint off my face looking up at him.

"Oh you asshole." I gritted through my teeth and he started laughing.

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"Okay but the paints stuck in my hair Aaron."  I walked out the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my body. He was spread across the bed looking for movies to watch. I pouted going over to his side of the bed looking down at him. He ignored me standing there,  I looked in his hair noticing no paint. I smacked his chest causing him to look up at me like I was crazy.

"The fuck Ashley!" He yelled.

"How did you get the paint out your hair!?" I asked him running my hand through his hair. He pulled me onto the bed with him. He leaned over pulling hair conditioner out the drawer.

"Sit up,  let me put this in your hair. "  I did what he said and he sat up squeezing it inside my hair. He rubbed it through my hair and I smiled watching him do so. "This not going to be a normal thing."

When he was finished doing my hair I laid in his arms. My hair hella wet but he really doesn't care. Alvin and the chipmunks was playing, this my favorite movie. I am having fun with him actually, a get away was a great idea. Only because it's getting my mind off some of these things.

"What you thinking about?" I asked Aaron. He ran his hand down his face.

"Nothing,  it doesn't matter. It won't matter until we leave."

"What?"

"Nothing Babe, I just hope this little trip changes somethings. I want to make sure it don't go back to how it used to be."

"It won't. Keep the past in the past, Remember?"