𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 |ᵗᵘᵖᵃᶜ ˢʰᵃᵏᵘʳ (on hold)

three

It's always nice to wake up to D'Anglo's soothing voice. Especially on a Monday morning. I let my music play as I get ready. Washing my face, brushing my teeth, and combing my hair took up my first fifteen minutes of my morning. By the time I was done the song was long off so I turned on the tv to give me some noise. I listen to the pre-recorded laughter of the Jamie Foxx show as I look in the drawers for clothes to wear.

"Nice to see you up baby girl."

I jump from fear putting my hand on my heart to calm me down. I see Tupac's amused face. I let out a sigh of relief "That's not funny, you scared me." I tell him placing my clothes I got on my dresser. I give a quick double-take looking at his naked toned chest. My eyes followed over the large 'Thug Life' arching over his belly button. Once I finally fell out of my daze and look up at his face his lips were turned into a smirk. 

He licks his lips "You seem pretty distracted." He says cockily. I stutter out disagreements and shake my head rapidly and he lets out a laugh "Keep staring, it's cute." He says boasting leaning on my door frame.

"I need to get dressed, and so do you." I say walking towards my door. He stops slouching down and stands up to his full height

"Can I watch?" He innocently asks knowing his intentions are far from it. 

His gorgeous hazel eyes make me weak at the knees almost letting the word 'yes' tumble out of my mouth. I quickly shake off the daze "No," I say and I could hardly believe myself, I clear my throat and start again "No, you cannot." I say strongly closing the door in his face. I let out a deep sigh. It's too early to be getting worked up like this. I quickly get dressed putting on the grey skirt and black short-sleeved shirt and slapping a watch on my wrist. I leave my hair a curly mess and walk out of my room.

I was searching my cabinets in the kitchen for something to eat when I heard galloping footsteps down the stairs. I turn to see Pac in khakis and a white New York shirt.

"I see you put a shirt on." I tease grabbing the cinnamon swirl bread out of the cupboard. I hear his low chuckles as I place the bread in the toaster pushing down the leaver. I lean back on the counter looking at Pac who is sitting at my little dining table. "So why were you sent to watch me, as you can see I'm doing perfectly fine." I say shrugging.

Pac shakes his head and licks his lips "Sorry to tell you but the cute little bubble you're living in is about to be popped. So the folks up above sent me." He says right before the bread shoots out of the toaster. I was taken aback by the simpleness of his tone. I decide not to push the 'the cute bubble about to be popped' point to the side and ask a question that wouldn't make me anxious before work.

"So you've come down and helped other people?" I ask turning my back to him prepping the toast with butter and honey. I desperately try and tune in to what he was saying but my mind is racing from his last comment.

"Now how are you going ask a question and not listen to the answer girl?"

I turn around with both slices of toast with a bewildered face "I-I was listening." I place the toast in front of him. His eyebrow shoots up practically calling my bluff "Fine, I wasn't listening but how was I supposed to when you pretty much tell me that my life is about to go to crap." I sadly say taking a bite of the sticky bread.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm here?"

I kiss my teeth and roll my eyes "Hurry up, we're late." I say before gripping the toast with my teeth and climbing out of the chair. I finish the bread before putting my oxford heels and walking back out. "Are you ready?" I ask peaking into the kitchen. 

He nods getting up from the table.

It was silent once we got to the car "Listen, baby girl I didn't mean to scare you-" He starts but I cut him off "No it's fine you were sent here to do a job, I'll let you do just that." I say with an ounce of sweetness in my voice. I start up the car and pull out of my driveway. I quickly turn down the radio when I heard the beginning of some trap song. I was not risking playing any trap music in the car with The Tupac Shakur in my car. At a red light, I reached over to the glove compartment

"Damn girl, whatchu reaching for?"

I roll my eyes opening the compartment yanking out the AUX cord "You're so nasty." I say leaning back in my seat hitting his chest.

The rest of the ride was filled with gospel music and slick comments from Pac about new sounding gospel music. When we pull into the school and Pac starts lecturing me.

"So when we go in I'll be right behind you, act normal." I nod and mutter an agreement. I get myself out of the car and jog quickly to his side to let him out of the car. He follows closely behind me, his pelvis almost touching my backside. We walk into the building and I greet the woman at the front desk with a smile and a wave and she sends one back. It was hard acting like a whole man (a fine one at that) was not walking behind me. I was stiff I was pretty sure Pac could feel it too.

"Princess, relax." He teases behind me running his hands down my arms. My tense shoulders fall with a shiver and I feel his warm breath from his words on the back of my neck. We abruptly stop walking when I see one of my co-workers Micah or Mr.Rivera to the kids. Tupac wastes no time wrapping a protective arm around my waist pressing his pelvis against my derrière. 

"Ms.Jones, how you doing this morning?" He greets with a smiling face. This was a normal interaction that happened every morning. I'm not going to lie getting a greeting from an attractive man every morning had a tendency to brighten my day.

"Good Mr.Rivera, how about yourself?" I ask smiling, trying to ignore Tupac who was basically feeling me up.

"Why you smiling at this clown?" Tupac's deep slightly agitated voice startles me causing me to jump a little. 

Micah's face clouds with concern "Are you alright?"

I'm once again distracted by the man behind me laughing but I quickly shake it off "Yes, I'm fine you have a good day Mr.Rivera." I can hear Micah respond with a 'You Too' while I was walking away. Pac still hasn't stopped his chuckling in my ear or feeling me up for that matter. "Don't be rude to my colleges, and keep ya hands to ya self" I whispered so I don't look crazy. I left by backing my ass into his pelvis causing him to hiss out of pleasure (I hope). I strut away into my classroom not before hearing Tupac mumble

"That little girl needs to be put in her place."

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a/n: 

see i told you i was writing; sorry it took so long i try not to take that long putting out the next chapter