Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 29|| all-nighter

J U L I E T T E

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask in between yawns. I was awfully tired, but Richard is wide awake for some reason and won't stop judging me whenever I begin to sleep.

"I mean, why we gonna sleep anyways if we gotta wake up at 5?" He asked rhetorically. He nudged me again, and my brown eyes opened a bit. He kept going on, talking about things we could do to stay up, but somewhere in there he lost me again and I began to fall asleep.

"Fine." I heard him mumble. "You wanna keep your eyes close, then we can work with that." I could pick up the mischievousness in his tone, but I didn't realize what he meant up until his lips moved against mine, and his hands traveled down to my pants and under my panties. Of course, my eyes bolted open when he did that.

"Gee, you horn-ball. Could you could her some slack?" All week he's been a sex machine, and it's fun and all but I'm sore almost all the time now. "You know how hard it is to not limp when there's cameras following you everywhere?"

He laughs at my statement, smirking in the end because he's proud of himself. "Well then, maybe we'll get you a wheelchair and it's settled." His lips come in contact with mine again, and when his hands slip back in between my thighs I let him.

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"You cheated!" I throw the Uno cards at him, as he laughs like a maniac. We were now in the living room, sitting on a fluffy white rug he has by a corner. I wore one of his classic rip tees and panties and he only wore sweats.

"Nigga, how!?"

"I saw you. You peek at my cards like this," I went demonstrate his tactic, which was giving him a kiss with eyes opened and looking down.

"Nah, I'm no cheater. I'm just better at Uno than you." He smirked and fanned himself with the cards while I threw mine at him. "Someone's salty." He began to record me a when I did that and I attacked him, making sure he deleted that off guard video cuz I don't do well in those.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked him as I hopped off him and handed him his phone.

"I don't know, let's just do whatever." I helped him pick up the cards and put them away.then I got the best idea ever and dragged him upstairs to my room.

"Bob who?" Richard asked as he scratched his head.

"Bob Ross, you dingwad." I pull up a video of Bob Ross on YouTube and propose we try to follow it. I've never ever seen Richard attempt to draw or even pick up a brush so this should be fun. I got him a canvas set up, and placed the oil paints between us and split up the brushes. Richard volunteered one of his oversized white tee for me to use, and then he slipped one on for himself then we got started.

"I ain't no Leonardo Decaprio but you can float on this door mami." He pointed down to his private part in which something that was obviously one of my brushes stood and looked like he was hard. I hit him in the back of his head as I laughed.