Book 2. Book1 is My Obsession, His Admirer.
Summer in Napa is never below lit, but with a plane tragedy literally just a month or so ago everyone isnt really feeling it. Following the death of a Napa elite--things get tough for some as things get re...
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(Jaxson)
Chapter 7: The Plan.
Benji.
"430.06 cent." The lady behind the counter told me inside the Versace store. I went into my wallet and pulled my freshly new delivered Black Card out. I handed it to her and she swiped it. I grabbed my bags and walked out. I checked the time and it was 9:56. If I hurry I can make it to Mings to get some Chinese.
I made it to my car and didnt even bother to turn on music. I backed out of the mall parking lot and rushed to the highway. Heading back to Napa. I drove down and got off on my exit. I turned on Arthurs Avenue and my carlight flashed and I seen a stupid ass cat. I swerved and blew the horn at her stupid ass. About 15 minutes later I made it to Mings. I ordered some Orange chicken and Ham Fried Rice.
I made it back to my house and parked into the garage. I leaned over and grabbed my food as I was on the phone with Kori.
"These shorts looks fire as fuck. I cannot wait to put these hoes on...they gone feel me on that cruise." Kori told me as she bragged about what she brought. I walked into the house and heard noise coming from the kitchen. I walked in and stated, "Dad?" Suddenly, I seen a person rushing for the patio door and it registered we was being robbed. I quickly yelled, "GINA close and lock patio door." I dropped my food and ran over to coat closet and grabbed my Louisville Slugger bat. I walked over into the living room and turned the lights on. He was at the door with his back turned to me saying, "Fuck."
"Fucked is right. You broke into the wrong fucking house....GINA call 911." I replied. He turned around to me and started pleading.
"Come on man. I aint steal shit." He snapped as he took off his hoodie and went to digging into his pockets and indeed nothing was there, however that doesnt account for breaking into someones home.
"No one is usually here at this time and I come and get some food." He confessed. I chuckled as I stared at his face and he was very serious. He had the cutest little mustache. Shake that thought.
"Wait so you the reason my damn Arepas dont last anymore. Hold up, you are cooking too." I asked with shock.
"Yeah and just do the dishes. Please dont call the cops. I am serious." He told me and I replied, "Maybe I should. You get three meals a day, a bed, and a shower. It seems like you really need all three." It went silent and his chest rose and fell. That was really well defined I might add. He had tats and was wearing a dingy T.
"Look I-I sleep down at the homeless shelter of 8th.Im on the midnight waitlist and if I aint there I will lose my spot." He said trying to appeal to my emotions. I rolled my eyes and he continued, "You have Versace bags and living in this big ass house. I googled your father name from a piece of mail. Yall are paid. You are living the dream, you really going to throw me in jail for a damn Arepa. It wasnt that good this time I may add."
