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Glass Houses

Scarlett

"Oh my gawd!!!" Carmen chimed as the lights popped on. "This is amazing. I knew I should have worn that got damn dress." She joked playfully stomping her heeled foot.

"Idiot." I spat. We both shared a much needed laugh. "I can't keep this." I said in a more serious tone.

"Come again." Her brow raised in confusion. "So the man gifted you an art studio and you want to be an ungrateful heffa and give it back." She shook her head in disapproval.

"He gifted me the entire building. There's a condo upstairs." I added causing Carmen's face to scrunch up in amusement.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Let's go!" She yelled in excitement before grabbing my wrist and heading towards the back door. I trailed behind her softly as the keys to the place jingled lightly in my hand. "Lead the way." She said stepping aside and allowing me to open the back door which led to a set of stairs.

I didn't understand why she was acting like I had won the got damn lottery. This whole thing was bittersweet for me. I'll admit initially I was ecstatic about Michael's gift. I had always wanted ... scratch that ... I had always dreamed of having my own art studio. But there was no way I could accept such a lavish gift. For so many reasons. "This is it." I said after unlocking the door and turning on the lights.

"OhMyGawd!" Carmen screamed yet again before pushing past me and making her way around the fully furnished condo. "There's a second level?" She quizzed leaning against the black railing of the spiral staircase that led upstairs. I shook my head yes before flopping down onto the sofa just a few feet away. "Girl you gotta keep this! If you don't keep this imma ... imma ... imma figure it out later!" She yelled running up the stairs and further exploring the place. I could faintly hear the sound of her heels clicking as I pulled off my coat and decided to make myself a drink. Thankful that Michael not only filled the fridge but also the bar.

"I'm giving it all back." I whispered to myself as Carmen could be heard still moving around upstairs. "Except this." I said picking up the bottle of Moët and taking it into the living room with me. I took one big gulp before returning to my previous seat. Quickly pouring myself another glass.

"You do know what they say about people who drink alone right?" Carmen quizzed making her way down the stairs and over to me.

"Bitch you should know." I mumbled pulling the glass into my lap as I pressed my back against the sofa.

"I heard that you cow." She gritted playfully slapping me in the back of the head with her Channel bag as she headed to the bar to retrieve a glass. "What's this vibe chica? I don't get it. Why are you so upset? Isn't this something you've always wanted." She quizzed as she removed her coat and heels before pouring herself a drink.

"It is but ..."

"But what? Make it make sense!" She demanded.

"Where do I start?" I asked sarcastically. "Michael is my boyfriend's boss for one. I've been carrying on an affair with him for the last few weeks that stemmed from a fucking threesome with another celebrity might I add. If that isn't enough foolery well how about the fact that he is now also my client."

"Ohhh kay. What does any of that have to do with this?" She spread her arms apart as her eyes roamed over the condo.

"I can't accept this gift." I gritted struggling with the word gift. "How am I supposed to hide this from Drew?"

"Girl fuck Drew." She said nonchalantly causing my eyes to buck. "You keep trying to make this about Drew. Imma need a better reason than Drew for you not to accept this gift." I stared at her in disbelief for a moment. She challenged my stare with a look on her face that read 'I said what I said'.