"This is so wrong," I shake my head.
"Please, I need this," she squirms under me, "you need this."
I bite my lip, "I watched you grow up..." I think of her calling me her uncle when she was a child.
"Please Charlie," she moans, "I want this so ba...
Bri: okay? Does your apartment have a pool? I can't remember.
Me: yeah... we have a pool ;)
After I'm done planning with her I had down the massive staircase.
"Baby," I call and Charlie appears from the kitchen with a class in his hand.
"Yes, my love," he answers with a smile.
"Brielle's joining us for dinner," I state as I deftly find my way into his arms, "I'm gonna go pick her up ... I wanna take the R8. Is that okay?"
He smiles and kisses my nose. He walks to the garage with me and tosses me a key, "be nice to it."
I roll my eyes and unlock the doors. I run back in and up to our room. I pull on a white tank top and ripped skinny jeans. I pull on my converse and head back down the stairs.
"Wardrobe change?" He asks as I hop off the second step onto the floor.
I shrug, "I feel a little fresher in this... the hoodie and leggings were kinda looking frumpy." I smile and kiss his cheek.
"I love you!" I call.
"Hold on!" He hollers and I stop in my tracks. He sends a text and a large man came from behind us.
How many people are in this damn house?
"This is Michael," Charlie speaks as the man smiles and extends his hand down to me. I take it in mine and shake it nicely.
"This is your," He Taps his chin, "bodyguard."
"Oh," I respond awkwardly.
"I'll be in a vehicle a few cars behind yours," Michael's low voice rumbles behind me, "and I'm always a phone call or text away."
I nod slowly.
"Before anyone else pops out of the walls can I leave?" I ask Charles while low key eyeing Michael.
He laughs and nods. As he kisses my cheek I smile and head out to the garage. As I click the button on the key fob the engine rises back to life. I may not need Charles in bed after hearing that lovely sound. I smile to myself as I climb into the most comfortable leather seats to ever be under me.
I connect my phone to the Bluetooth and as I see Michael start his car we roll out of our massive garage. I can't stop the random giggles as I keep remembering that this isn't a dream. I blast my music as I drive. I'm not afraid to admit that I'm driving a little like an asshole.
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I pull up in front of Brielle's house. I step out and Michael parks behind me, watching as I walk up to her door. After about twenty seconds of waiting after I knock it swings open to reveal her beautiful as ever face. She smiles at me and pulls her bag over her shoulder.
"Ready?"
I nod and we walk outside.
"Damn," she says looking at the car, "what douche pulled up here?"
"Call me a douche again, and I'll hit you with it."
Her eyes widen and I just smile as I take her bag and put it into the back seat before climbing in.
"Let's go," I smile, "there's a lot more to show."
She just grins as I pull away from the curb, Michael close behind.
"Who's following you?" She asks as she leans back hiding her face.
"Michael," I answer as I change lanes.
"Who?" She raises an eyebrow and looks out the side mirror.
"My bodyguard," I respond as I hold back my eye roll.
Her mouth drops, "Your what?"
"Like I said" I smile, "there's a lot more for you to see."
