Merci & Greyson, page 6
part #3 of Snatched Up By A Bad Boy Series
Once I was done, I wiped, flushed and washed my hands. I left back out of the bathroom and my dry mouth had me needing something to drink.
Looking around, I headed towards the kitchen with hopes that both Brynlee and Sawyer were still sleep. I really wanted to sneak up out of here before either one of them woke up.
I knew for a fact that they probably heard Greyson fucking the shit out of me and I just wasn’t ready to face that embarrassment.
Now inside of the kitchen, I opened the fridge and my mouth began to water at the sight of the ice-cold water bottles that were neatly placed inside of the door.
Grabbing one, I popped the top on it and began to guzzle it down.
Ahh, I needed this, I thought as I twisted the cap back on top of the bottle and turned around.
“Ahh,” I screamed, dropping the bottle of water onto the floor and placing my hand over my now racing heart.
“You scared me bitch.” I began to breathe slowly after seeing that it was Brynlee.
“I bet I did.” She giggled, moving around me and grabbing one of the already made bottles out of the fridge.
She walked over to the microwave, twisted the nipple off then stuck the bottle in there for about fifteen seconds.
“I guess you and Greyson are all good now.” She smirked at me as she tested the temperature of the milk on the back of her hand.
“What are you talking about?” I blushed, acting like I didn’t know what she was talking about.
“Bitch, stop playing with me. Y’all asses were so loud that we had to close the door to our room and cut the TV all the way up. Thank God Sai’von wasn’t here or y’all would have scared the poor child.” She laughed as I lowered my head in embarrassment, shaking it from left to right.
“I’m sorry about that,” I said lowly.
Brynlee burst out laughing. “It be like that sometimes. Trust, I know. But let me go give this bottle to Sawyer and I’ll be right back down,” she let me know as she headed up the stairs.
A few minutes later she was back downstairs, and I was still posted up in the kitchen.
“You want some coffee?” she asked me as she looked down at her phone.
“Yes, I need all the energy I can get.”
We both looked at each other and burst out laughing. I wasn’t lying though. Even though I slept like a baby in Greyson’s arms, my ass was still tired. My pussy was still aching and feeling like he was still up inside of me.
After Brynlee fixed us both a cup of coffee, we sat at the table talking.
“Girl, why has Troy been calling me. Talking about am I coming to that damn court date,” she blurted out, causing me to look up at her with a raised brow.
“What did Sawyer say?” I asked her, knowing he wasn’t going for that shit.
“I haven’t even told his ass because he would want to kill Troy just off of the strength of him calling me after I already blocked his number.” She shook her head, then took a sip of her coffee.
“Girl, you better tell that man. Hell, you know how they can be,” I replied, because Sawyer and Greyson didn’t play that shit.
“I am. I just can’t believe he’s still on that bullshit. Telling me he misses me and shit.” She pressed her lips together and I looked at her crazily.
“Bitch, that man is asking to be six feet under,” I expressed.
“I know,” she replied.
We sat there talking for a little bit longer before the boys came and joined us. Greyson had a big fucking smile on his face like he knew that he handled business and had put me in my place.
“Everything good?” Sawyer looked at Brynlee then looked at me and when he got to Greyson, he smirked. See these two niggas thought they were the shit. I mean, they were, but still.
“You already know how we do,” Greyson bragged, flexing his muscles.
Sawyer nodded his head, then brought him in for a brotherly hug.
“Sawyer don’t know shit. He knows I don’t play that shit,” Brynlee butted in causing Sawyer to turn his head towards her.
“I know what?” He walked smoothly up to her and leaned down towards her face causing her to let out a giggle.
“You know I run this shit,” Brynlee expressed, staring up into his eyes.
I loved the fact that my friend was so in love with her nigga and Sawyer made sure to show that shit equally back. I knew for a fact he had her back no matter what, when he went to Texas and came back with her ass.
Sawyer wrapped his hands around Brynlee’s throat, gently squeezing. Her eyes held this lustful look.
“You only run shit because I love yo’ ass,” Sawyer expressed to my friend.
The two of them were now interacting as if they were the only ones in the room. They began kissing and that was now my cue to get up.
“Well, friend I will just call you later,” I told her as I eased away from the two love birds, with Greyson following right behind me since he was going to have to be the one to take me home anyway.
7
Channel
Sitting on the sofa, I heard the front door unlock and in walked Merci with Grey right behind her.
“Hey y’all,” I greeted the both of them.
“What’s good.” Grey nodded his head upwards.
“Hey boo.” Merci smiled wide.
I loved seeing the two of them back on good terms. Greyson was so good for my cousin. Even though I’d never really been around couples besides my aunt Maranda, I knew for sure that what Merci and Greyson had was real and I could only wish for it.
I knew that Greyson and Luca hung out so I could only pray that he matched his energy and was a good nigga to his girl.
“Where is your sister?” Merci asked me.
“In the room like always,” I answered, hearing the dinging noise on my phone go off, letting me know that I had a message.
“Oh ok. Well I want to talk to the two of you later,” she let me know, and I nodded my head before I quickly directed my head down to my phone.
I tried to hide the smile that so badly wanted to make its appearance on my face. Luca had just sent me a “good morning beautiful” text and I swear I felt like I was about to pass out.
It had been so long since I even experienced a male’s attention. Once we graduated high school, my sister and I were always in the house.
I mean, my aunt’s nasty ass boyfriend didn’t count. That shit still crept me out and I was so thankful that I didn’t have to be in that house anymore.
Texting Luca back, I got up and went into the room where my sister was and of course she was laid out on the bed.
I swear that was all she did, and I thought that by her being from under Maranda’s roof that she would be happier, but lately she hadn’t really been herself.
“What’s up with you?” I asked, sitting on the bed beside her.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” She diverted her eyes from her phone and up at me.
“I’m just saying, you seem a little off, that’s all.”
“No, I’m ok. I just be having a lot on my mind.” She took a deep breath then exhaled.
“If you say so,” I replied, knowing that she wasn’t fully telling me the truth, but that was Breshia for you.
I had always been the outspoken one and she was the one that always walked with her head down, quiet. The shit was so weird because I just didn’t understand it. No one in our family was quiet so I never understood where she picked that shit up from.
“Well guess what?” I smiled widely, getting excited to tell her about Luca and what we had going on.
I mean, it wasn’t much yet but still, I was excited as fuck about it.
“What?” She raised her brow up at me.
I turned around in the bed, getting comfortable. “Ok, so guess who I’ve been texting.”
“Who?” she side-eyed me.
“I said guess Bre,” I playfully whined, and she rolled her eyes.
Sitting up, Breshia began to think long and hard but she shrugged her shoulders after realizing she couldn’t think of anyone.
I turned and looked over my shoulder to make sure that the door was closed before I told my sister.
“Luca,” I said lowly.
“Who? You have to speak up.” My sister scrunched her face up.
“Luca,” I said a little bit louder, and I knew she heard me that time because her hands flew to her mouth, muffling the scream that she let out.
“Oh my god, you’re going to get us kicked out of here.” She shook her head from side to side but still managed to let out a small giggle.
“No, I’m not, because Merci isn’t going to find out,” I said, sure of myself.
I didn’t know how we were going to do this, but I was willing to do whatever I had to do in order to keep it from her.
“How in the hell you are going to do that? I honestly don’t see Luca wanting to creep around with you forever. He a grown ass man in case you forgot.”
“And we are grown, just in case you forgot.” I picked my phone up and began texting Luca back.
“If you say so. I can’t wait to see how this goes,” Breshia stated as she laid back on the bed, and I did the same.
With both of our hands rested on the top of our stomachs, the room was now filled with silence. I guess we were both deep in our thoughts.
I was thinking about Luca and what would happen if Merci did find out he and I were talking.
“You think she will really kick us out if she finds out that he and I are talking?” I randomly asked my sister as I continued to stare up at the ceiling fan that was slowly going around in circles.
“I really hope not. I do not want to go back to that fucking place Nel,” Breshia expressed, and I felt her.
I did not want to go back there. I couldn’t see myself ever being back up under the same roof as him. I just felt like it wasn’t safe for me or my sister.
“I know…” I released a deep sigh.
“I don’t ever want to be under the same roof with James again,” I confessed.
Never had I ever told anyone about the time he burst in the bathroom on me but for some reason, I felt like talking about it with my sister.
“Yeah, me either.” My sister’s voice cracked, alarming me.
I quickly turned over on my side and looked at her. She now had tears streaming down her face which had me wanting to cry as well.
“Did he do something to you too?” My voice shook as I asked the question.
I feared that she was going to tell me something that I truthfully didn’t want to hear. It was one thing for it to be me, but the both of us? That shit was going to hurt me even more than it did when it was me.
I watched as my sister closed her eyes together and when she opened them back up, tears only continued to fall.
“It happened a long time ago. A little bit after Merci left us,” she confessed, causing my mouth to drop open because we were still kids when Merci left.
“Nooo…Breshia why didn’t you say anything?” I began to cry just as hard as she was.
“Because he told me if I did that, he would hurt you too,” she replied, and I swear I felt my heart drop.
I had been trying to protect her from the monster while she was trying to do the same for me.
“No Breshia.” I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her as we both cried.
We continued to talk about the things that we dealt with while being in that house. Even though it seemed like she had gone through way more hell than I did, it was a relief to find out that it only happened once.
Not saying that was any better, but I don’t think that I could have lived with myself knowing that he was continuously harming her.
“You want to tell Merci about it?” I asked her, and shook her head no and I totally understood.
I didn’t want to tell anyone either, so I couldn’t do anything but accept her decision.
After we finished crying and talking, we both agreed that we felt like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders. We both vowed to protect each other from harm from this day going forward.
Now that our faces were dry and the mood in the room wasn’t as sad as it was at first, there were a couple knocks on the door before Merci came in.
“Hey girls,” she greeted the two of us, causing me and my sister to sit up.
“Hey.” Breshia smiled at her, hiding the pain that she went through so well.
“Hey Merci.” I smiled back.
“So, I wanted to talk to the both of you. I know it may seem like I’m kind of overbearing, a little hard on y’all, but that’s only because I want what’s best for you two. I know growing up under my mother’s roof wasn’t easy.” She paused and rolled her eyes at the mention of her mother.
Merci and her mother never really had a good relationship and I didn’t blame her. Maranda wasn’t concerned with anything but money, herself and that piece of shit man she had.
“So, after talking to Greyson, he let me know that in the studio that Sawyer be working in, they need someone to go through and clean the different rooms and also a new receptionist. I figured that you two could just switch out days,” she expressed.
I guess she thought that would have been something I tried to object but that sounded like music to my ears.
I knew that since that was the studio where Sawyer recorded his music at, that Luca wouldn’t be too far behind him. That alone had me excited.
“I’m game.” I smiled.
“It’s cool, but I’ll do the cleaning. I don’t like people like that,” Breshia added.
“It’s whatever y’all want to do. I will take y’all to get working clothes this weekend.” She stood to her feet.
“Thank you for everything Merci.” Breshia rose to her feet and went over and wrapped her arms around Merci, giving her a deep hug.
I got up and joined them. “Thank you Merci.”
“Y’all are welcome. Well I got to go jog then I have to work tonight,” she let us know before she left out of the room.
Sitting down, my sister and I looked at each other and I screamed in excitement because this was perfect, not to mention we would have our own money.
It was now later in the day and my sister and I both had been locked away in the house all day. She didn’t have a problem with it, but I wanted to get out and do something.
Merci was currently in her room, getting dressed to go out and host an event.
Hearing my phone go off, I looked down and of course, it was Luca. There was nobody else that would have been texting me.
Luca: I want to see you tonight.
I bit down on my lip as I read over his message, racking my brain on what I should reply back.
I knew with Merci going out tonight, that it would be a perfect chance that I would be able to sneak out.
Me: Ok but after Merci leaves.
Pressing send, I got up and went into my room to let my sister know what was going on. She gave me the side eye but of course, she had my back.
After Luca texted me back, letting me know to text him when I was ready, I anxiously waited for Merci to leave the house, so that I could sneak into her clothes and find me something to wear. I wanted to look grown up and good for him and I knew digging through Merci’s stuff, I would find just that because she was always super cute.
I went back into the living room and found a show on the TV to watch. I wanted to be right in the living room when Merci left so that I could text Luca and let him know when to be on his way.
I couldn’t lie; I was nervous, but the excitement and thrill that shot through my body overpowered the nervousness. I couldn’t wait to see how tonight went.
8
Luca
“I’m not getting a fucking abortion Luca,” Apryl screamed so loud into the phone that I had to take it down from my ear.
Placing my phone on speaker, I placed it on the long rectangular table in front of me. She was blowing me, and she just insisted on my making my life fucking miserable.
“So, you really want to have a baby by a nigga that doesn’t want you or the baby?” I questioned her as I picked up the fat blunt that I had rolled up.
I wasn’t going to spark that bitch up until I got off the phone with her because I knew as long as I was on the phone with her, she wasn’t going to do anything but irritate me and fuck up my high.
“You aren’t even trying to make things work,” she expressed.
I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was most likely crying, but I wasn’t even moved by any of it because it could all be so simple.
Hell, we could even go back to our regularly scheduled fucking after she had the abortion. The only difference this time was that I was going to be very fucking careful.
“Man, Apryl you trippin’. Respect yoself baby girl. A nigga sitting here being real with yo’ ass about what I want and what I don’t want, and you don’t give a fuck so understand I don’t want to hear all that crying and shit whenever I’m not around,” I let her know straight up.
I hated that I had to sound so harsh, but it was the truth. I didn’t want any kids, and neither was I fit to be having any. The sound of that shit scared the living fuck out of me.
If I didn’t love sex so much, I would have opted out of having sex because Lord knows, me and being a father would never flow in the same sentence.
“You can’t be serious right now.” She pouted through the phone.
“As serious as yo’ ass is about keeping the fucking baby. Stop fucking playing with me. I’m serious as fuck and if you don’t handle that shit on your own, then I will,” I let her know.
For a few seconds, the phone got really silently and then she finally spoke. “I’m not getting rid of shit,” she screamed into the phone before she hung up in my face.
Exhaling, I ran my hand down my face. I picked up my blunt back up and lit it. I took the longest puff and held the smoke in then released. I leaned back against the leather couch and rested my head.
