Bad Decisions 🖤 Ariana/you

Be mine? (part two)

Ariana's POV

Ding*

Shit.

"Hey Ariiii! Wake up you lazy whore we need to go shopping." Courtney yells as she walks out of the elevator, the kitchen just around the corner. My eyes widen when I hear her footsteps stalking towards us. I grab Y/n's hand, pulling her off the counter and into the guest room, down the hall.

"What are you doing?!" She whisper yells.

"You are topless! And also you do not wanna meet Courtney right now!"

"What?! I don't wanna meet Courtney or YOU don't want me to meet her?" She says sadly.

"No no no baby, look at me. I just-"

"Helllooooo?! Ari if you aren't gonna come down here then I'm coming upstairs." Court screeches again.

I sigh into my hands and look up to see Y/n disappointed. "Baby, let me explain. Yes, I don't want you to meet my friends yet because I still haven't gotten my answer from you. Please just let me get rid of her so we can talk. Please." I look at her with pleading eyes.

She sighs and nods her head covering her bare chest with her arms. I take off my sweater and gently help her put it on. I know she can do it, but I would rather have the pleasure of taking care of her. "Thanks."

She gives me a soft smile which I return before rolling my eyes, annoyed when I hear Courtney yell again. "ARI! Where the fuck are you?"

I scurry back to the kitchen picking up the sweatshirt Y/n was wearing before we fucked on my kitchen counter.

Oh yeah Ariana, great job! You have so much self control.. bullshit.

Just as I see Courtney coming down the stairs, I manage to put the sweatshirt on and pretend like I was headed her way.

As soon as i'm in her eye-line suspicion laces over her face.

"Oh hey Court when did you-"

"Holy fuck Ari, I know your penthouse is big but you couldn't hear me screaming for you?!"

I giggle a little at her enthusiasm. I do love me some Courtney but she needs to go.

"Of course I heard you. I just have selective hearing," I say with a sly smile.

She glares at me as if she's mad but I know she's just teasing me.

"Selective? BITCH selective hearing? Where were you anyways?" Courtney's eyes narrow and I feel my heartbeat speed up.

"I was just looking for something in the guest room." I play it cool.

"The guest room?"
"Uh huh." I hoped that she'd leave it at that but alas I am met with more suspicion. I really need a drink.

"And care to tell me what item you were looking for in the 'guest room'."

I roll my eyes for what seems like the twentieth time today.

"This sweatshirt you bimbo. Why are you acting so weird?" I ask whilst trying to laugh away the tremendous amount of anxiety I'm experiencing.

She seems to let up a little until I see her slowly climb down the stairs. She walks into the kitchen, trying to sniff up some dirt on me. But for real she kept sniffing the air.

"What the hell are you doing? Did you smoke with Zach again?"

"Ari it smells like sex in here."

My face flushes, slightly taken aback by her words but I keep my shit together.

"Thanks, I'll be sure to light a candle Court."