The Curve

Thirteen

Shawn

When I got back to Destiny's last night, I look around the apartment. I don't see any shopping bags.
Nothing. It all looked the same. My card was on the coffee table.
I know she used it, because I received the emails letting me know she made a few purchases. Just a few, but where are they?

She was already sleep. My day was long so I just crawled into bed with her.
I just watched her sleep for a while.

Her purple scarf was halfway off her head. I noticed her hair was different. No longer long and wavy. She had it shortened and straight.
She's fucking beautiful.
And her nails are done in a perfect glittery white.
My girl was radiant, even in her sleep, mouth open and drooling. Her snores were so soft and cute. She was fucking perfect.

After a while I decide to go into what she considered the living room to work.
I should be in there sleeping with her, but I can't.

With my lifestyle, it's a blessing that I get any at all. But tonight a blue eyed, redheaded demon invades my mind. I thought I left her behind. Past was the past, but now it's calling and showing up at the office. As if she was my wife still, a wife no, she was pretending to be my wife.

When I see that its almost 6 am. I decide to get ready.

I've been in the shower for only 10 minutes, when I hear the door open.  She slips into the shower with me. Wrapping me as much as she could in her arms. The bright pink shower cap she has on rubs against my chest.

"I missed you," she mumbles into my chest.
"You ok?" I ask.
"Yep" she says instantly.
I lean down and give her a kiss.
"I missed you too."
She smiles. My heart beats over time for her. That light I'm starting to see in her eyes ever time she looks at me is what I live for. I honestly just want to keep that on her for the rest of my life.

"How was your day yesterday?" I ask her.
She rolls her eyes and her face drops.
"What is it?" I ask her.
"Its nothing." Lie.
"Destiny. Why do I always have to repeat myself with you?" Why the hell does she have to be so difficult!?
"Yesterday was ok" she slowly says. But I know there is more.
"Got my hair done," she shrugs.
"Destiny." I push.
"Yesterday was shit!" she caves.
"They were mean, and snotty, and ugly, and I hate skinny rich bitches!" she breathes.
"What!" Did she just say someone was mean to her?
"Her perfectly shaped brows create a wrinkle on her forehead.
"One skinny bitch told me I would need liposuction. Another didn't even give me a chance to buy anything. She thought I was broke." Tears rim her eyes.
This pisses me off.
"They're lucky though," she frowns.
No they are not.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I don't want to go to jail. I would have dragged their asses." If I hadn't just seen her on the break of tears I would have laughed at that.
But right now I feel like fucking some shit up.

"Baby, I'm going take today off."
"Huh?!" she looks at me like I'm crazy.
"You have never take a day off."
"Its a first for everything, Baby'." I tell her as I turn us around and rinse the rest of the soap off of my body. She steps back and checks me out.
I smirk at her, because I know where her thoughts are. But we have shit to handle first.
"Take a shower. And get dressed. I've got to make a call."
We're going shopping. Its just my shopping is a far fetch from what she considers shopping....

While she does that, I get dressed and call Bentley and the rest of my lawyers.

"So if your not going to work," she says just as I finished my phone call.
"What are you going to do?" She stands in the doorway in some simple dark gray sweats and a plain white crop top. The outfit was simple but it looked like fuck designer on her. She looked juicy.
"You not at work, seems so foreign to me." She finished shyly.
" You got your phone?"
I walk over to the coffee table and grab my wallet.
"Yeah, why?"
I go and open the door, holding my hand out for her.
She looks at me with all kinds of questions written all over her beautiful fucking face.
"Because we are going shopping."

"Shawn. They don't have my size, remember." She is trying to pull me away from the store that she told me about from yesterday. The one where the 'skinny bitches' called her fat.
Key word was try. And failed. I was currently pulling her towards it, she looks like a kid who didn't wanna do something,  but had no choice.
"Shawn!"
She complains just before we walk in. The bell dings, letting the shop workers know that a customer has walked in.
I see a lady with ugly red hair rush my way. I hate fuckin redheads. With a mother fucking passion. I have my reasons.
She looks me over with a smile.
"How can I help you sir?"
Just like any other time. The workers immediately kiss my ass. Because they can clearly see I am made of money.
But Destiny wasn't. She dressed comfortably. I thought it was fucking sexy. Maybe others didn't.
But I was about to change that shit.
"Did she come in here yesterday?" I slightly pull Destiny from behind me.
She began to mug the red head.
The red head looked her over. Confused.
"I don't understand." She looked back up at me.
Now she was playing with my patience.
"It's a simple question, GIRL." I stress the word girl.
"Are you the one who called her fat?" Just those words coming out of my mouth tasted wrong.
I pulled out my phone, with one button, Bentley and my other lawyers are on the phone.
I give them the shop's name, and they begin to do what I pay them for.
Moments later, I have the owner signing over the deeds to me.
When that's done I glare down at the little red headed nothing.
"Your fired."
She looks taken back for a second. Not believing what just happened.
"You can't fire me."
She has tried it.
"Actually I just did, and if you don't leave now. I will have you escorted out. In hand cuffs." I challenge her.
She had better be grateful it wasn't a fucking bullet...
I was going soft.

Destiny lets out a cute loud burst of laughter. Anything for her.
The lady looks shook. Glaring at the both of us, as if she wants to say something. But she thinks other of it, and walks out.

I repeated the same process with the next store.
And by the end of the day. Destiny has two stores in her name for her to do whatever she pleases with them. And I have her in bed wrapped in my arms naked and happy.

"I cannot believe you did that." She smiles at me. I look over to the pile of shopping bags we had in the corner of her bedroom.
"It was all for you" I tell her.
She stares at me for a while before finally speaking.
"You really fuck with me. Huh?"
I laugh at this.
"Yes, Destiny." I kiss her neck, tickling her there.
"Good. She breaths when she starts to get heated.
"Cause I fucks with you too."
I can't tell if this is her telling me she loves me, but I will figure that out a little later. Right now, I'll just settle for making love to her.