Vince

Slumber Party

"I'm fucking adorable," Vince cockily said.

"I'm not sure why you're fucking cursing," I replied.

Vince crossed his arms over his chest, "You have a filthy mouth."

I put my mouth next to his ear, pulling the lobe between my teeth. I released it and whispered, "You adore my filthy mouth."

"That's not the point." Vince's eyes fluttered shut.

"My mouth was just wrapped around your dick. Give it some credit," I whispered.

Vince unraveled his arms and pulled my body over his as if he planned on using me to cover him like a blanket.

"I would like your filthy mouth to rest so we can sleep."

I adjusted myself to a much more comfortable position with my head now on his chest, and found his cologne slowly lulling me to sleep. The heat of the room only seemed to push me deeper. Vince rubbing circles in my back officially put me to sleep.

I woke up as Hannah knocked on the door. I had to partially roll onto my back to see her. She didn't have her usually energy about her.

"I made breakfast," She announced.

"Han, come here." I pat the bed next to Vince.

Hannah laid down, somehow still not disturbing a sleeping Vince.

"What's going on?"

Hannah sighed, "I got in a fight with Julian. We both said some things we probably shouldn't have."

"What was the fight about?"

"He keeps offering me money to help me pay my side of the rent and I keep telling him where to shove it. Last night I basically said it would feel like prostitution to accept that money and he started yelling about how he just wanted to take care of me."

Hannah continued, "Then he says I act like a damn prostitute anyway so I should just accept the money."

"Where the fuck is he?" I asked, trying to pry Vince's large arm away from my body so I could get up.

"Rhia, I told him he was a prostitute too, the difference was he recorded it."

I settled, "Oh, oh no."

"Yeah. Apparently not being able to fight back really upset him. He hasn't come home yet."

Vince grumbled, "Rhia go back to sleep."

I shook him and he groaned very loudly and then finally opened his eyes.

"Hannah got into a fight with Julian. Where do you think he'd go?"

Vince looked over at Hannah who laid next to him, "Hannah, you're cute and all, but I prefer to invite women into my bed. I don't really know what to do when they show up there."

I smacked his arm and he rubbed the spot gingerly.

"Vince, focus. Where would Julian go?"

Vince deflated, "The only other fight he was in was with his ex and when they fought he went to a bar and left with a stranger."

When he saw Hannah's face he continued, "I doubt he would do that now. I was just only around for that fight and that's what happened. It's possible he just went to his mom's house for the night."

Hannah didn't look any better. I leaned across Vince's body and rubbed her arm to try and comfort her.

"I called him a prostitute," Hannah admit.