𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

038.

' 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 '
mika richardson's residence ━━
beverly hills, california !

"So, you think you can keep up with this guy, huh?" I eyed the male that stood at 5'11 and almost 20 stone. He was a muscular individual but what stood out to me more than his frame, was his mustache.

"Yeah, I know I can keep up with him, the question is, can he keep up with me?" He responded, along with a hearty chuckle. I smiled at his response as I watched him extend his hand out to me.

"We don't do handshakes, give me a hug." I caught him by surprise but he embraced me nonetheless; Pac had brought over his new bodyguard by the name of Frank Alexander or simply, Frank. I just met him but he gave off this positive aura so I knew deep down, he had Pac's best interest at heart.

"He's the only person that has some control over me." Pac explained as he held onto Amara, one of her legs latched around him in a secure manner. She knew exactly who her parents were and was beginning to grow more attached to the both of us-as well as Baba.

"Well, I hope you know he's quite a handful. Some days are harder than others, remember that. But I'm sure you'll protect him at all costs, right?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at Frank's tall stature.

"You can count on it." He reassured me, giving me a sense of relief. "Don't worry so much, Mika." Pac nudged me on my arm as I watched Amara place her head on his shoulder. "Fine, I'll chill. But don't drive Frank crazy." I joked, although I was still being serious.

"Let's go before she end up giving me one of her lectures. I swear she act like I'm a child." He shook his head, speaking to Frank before his eyes landed on me. "Whatever. You two have a good time and make sure you bring her back befo-"

"Before her bedtime, yeah, yeah. I know. We're out." The trio stepped outside of my house, making their way over to his newly bought drop top Mercedes-Benz with rims that were indeed another expensive purchase.

I stood at the doorframe until they were in the car, safe and sound before closing the front door. The spacious house of mine was peaceful and quiet, and although I enjoyed having a break to myself, I still needed some sort of noise.

I clapped my hands and the sound of D'Angelo's, Lady filled the house with the most melodic tune. It was pure blessings in my ears as I did a quick whirl in the middle of the floor, my eyes closed as I pretended as if I was flying away from all of the problems life dealt.

Imagining no longer having any cares in the room and distancing myself from reality was something I yearned for, regardless of if it was possible or not. Fantasizing about having things you wanted but couldn't grasp and wishing you could relive certain memories but couldn't go back into time, pained me to the core. When being alone, you couldn't help but to think what if. It was a humanly thing to do.

"Don't think I don't see them looking at ya. All of them wishing they could have ya And as a matter of fact, uh. A bunch of them are itchin' for you to scratch'em. I'm tired of hiding what we feel. I'm trying to come with the real. And I'mma gonna make it know. Cause I want them to know..." His soothing vocals sent shockwaves up my spine, goosebumps arising on the flesh of mine. His soulfulness just did something to me, something that I just couldn't shake.

It was getting heated in the atmosphere and nothing but the music as well as my movements were the only sound. I was finding myself in a daze that was damn near difficult to get myself out of. But to be truthfully honest, I was enjoying myself.