My Splash Of Color

Chapter Twenty Two

The blasting of music shook me out of my sleep, as I groaned kicking my feet like a brat.

"SSsss" Sucking air through my teeth, the piercing pain in my head pounded making me regret even taking one sip of alcohol last night.

"It's better when I'm drinking, I tune up when I'm drinking.." Nicki Minaj's loud voice, brought me out my bed passing a mirror seeing I was taken out my original clothing, and now in a loose fitting charcoal brown t-shirt.

I looked like shit, my curls were wild and had dropped not being in the proper head wear that I needed. My titties bounced as I move my hands through my hair.

He took my bra off.

Insecure thoughts fled through my mind, I was never 100% happy with my body, and to think another male saw my breast when I was just getting use to Kai being around, was a little weird for me.

A white and blue bottle caught my attention, with a glass of water. Popping two pills seeing it was Advil, I chased it with five gulps of water.

"Can you turn the music down?" My voice sounded raspy as I walked out his guest room, looking down from the stair case seeing him dancing flipping Pancakes on the stove top.

Groaning realizing he couldn't hear me, my head pounded while I quickly went back into the bedroom grabbing my sunglasses from last night blinding out the day light.

My feet glided across his marble floors, and the coldness shot through my body.

He was in his own world not realizing I had walked in, so taking matters into my own hands, I went over to his speakers turning it off.

"Power off!" Snapping his head in my direction upon his speakers silent death.

"Seriously?" Managing to give him the dirtiest look possible, I couldn't help but feel like he was doing this on purpose. He knew damn well I was going to have a terrible headache when I woke up.

"Headache a bitch ain't it, get happy though. It's union day!" His deep voice spoke with much enthusiasm as he winked at me.

"Union day?"

"Yup!" He screamed popping the p getting close holding me by my waist. "Today will be a day in history, a day in the textbook. The Notorious Anonymous and the Notorious Mr. Brown will sit down and finally hash things out."

Making distance, I gave him a look that he already knew throwing his hands up in surrender.

"My fault, I'm a very touchy person."

"I understand that, but I don't think we should touch like that."

"Yea," his voice sounded sad, and if I wasn't having a piercing headache I probably would have cared more to continue the topic.

"Why are you so sure that this will be good. This can all go downhill."

Scrunching his face up, he took the pancakes off the stove plopping them on a plate. One for me, one for him.

My mouth watered at the scene of a man cooking, and it was sexy how concentrated he looked.

"You take those pills I put on the dresser?"

"The Advil, yea. Thank you."

"Aight. Don't be so negative."

Frowning I grabbed the plate, mumbling a thank you before slowly eating the pancakes, eggs, and bacon he prepared.

"I should get going," I stated after handing the maid who just walked in starting her shift my plate.

I had already sent for my driver, and I was quickly trying to get out of here. Rickey was probably worried, and I had a dinner to prepare for. It was ten o' clock, by the time I went home, changed headed over to my family's house, and came back over here it would be seven o' clock.