Disclaimer: I don't own any Four Brother characters. I only own Lyric and Isiss.

~Chapter 9~

After the girls left with there significant others, I decided it was time to stop acting like the teenage girl who snapped for no reason because she was hiding behind the mask she created. "God, I was such a bitch back then." I think to myself. Our whole talk and conversation helped a lot. I mean on some level I was right but I also am woman enough to know I overreacted. I mean I shouldn't have snapped at being called the good girl between Lyric and I.

For all intents and purposes, I am. Compared to Lyric who carries her gun and maybe a knife or two on her at all times, I can see where he thinks that. But it still kinda hurt my pride to be considered good. That's all I've ever strived for since I was 13 years old. Being the good girl, the good daughter that I could be in my house. Always getting good grades. Once Lyric and I became friends, I started becoming the real Isiss. Feisty, independent, and outspoken. Lyric's just more violent about her stuff and I'm more vocal about mine.

Getting dinner ready for Bobby and me, I went to the grocery store for fresh ingredients. I decided I'm going to make one of my special dishes for tonight. When I get home I set all the ingredients on my kitchen. I set the table with some of my nice plates, forks, spoons, knives and napkins. I set a two wine glasses on the table. I walk back into the kitchen and pre-heat the oven, while I start layering the ingredients in bowl. I set the bowl into the oven so it can start to bake. I grab the garlic bread; I purchased and put that into the oven next. I set the timer. After I'm done, I clean off the counter and head to my bedroom to get ready. I chuck my clothes off and get in the shower. I use some of my jasmine hair shampoo and body wash. I love the smell of jasmine. I turn the shower off as I wrap a towel around me, and get out of the shower. I blow dry my hair, and straighten it. I put it in a side pony tail and curl the ends. I walk into the kitchen and set the oven on low so that the food will cool down and stay hot. I walk back to my room and do my make-up. I keep it light and natural. After I finish my make-up, I walk to my closet and grab a midnight blue knee-length dress. I grab my black lace bra and thong set. I moisturize before I slip into my dress.

After I grab put on my ankle boots, I walk to the kitchen and turn off the oven. I grab my mitts and take out the dish and garlic bread and set them both on top of the stove. I start on the salad, when I finish I place the food on the table. I run back to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine, and a beer for Bobby. He doesn't strike me as a wine person. I place both on the table when I hear a knock on the door. I look at the clock on the wall. It reads five minutes to eight. Wow he's early. Didn't expect that. I walk towards the front door but stop to give myself a once over. When I'm satisfied, I walk to the door. I take a deep breath before I open the door.
Whoa! Bobby Mercer can actually clean up nice. Wearing a red sweater, with a pair of washed black slacks and his boots. Even though I like the laid-back rugged Bobby, I wouldn't mind seeing this Bobby once and a while. I look at him up and down.

"Are you going to invite me in?" Bobby asks slowly. His eyes taking me in like I'm a meal and he wants to devour me.

"Sure. I'm sorry." I take a step back and open the door wider. Bobby steps into my house and walks past me and I get a whiff of his scent. He smells like soap but also something more.

I close the door slowly before I turn around and stare at Bobby. His eyes meet mine and I can see things in those eyes that he's probably trying to hide. But in some retrospect I can see it. I don't even know how to justify what I see.

"Dinner's ready." I say breaking the silence. I walk slowly towards him.

"It smells amazing in here. What is it?" He asks looking towards the dining room.

"My special lasagna with salad and garlic bread." I tell him. "I know you like beer but I though wine would be more appropriate." I say even though I know there's a beer bottle sitting on the table.

"That's fine." He says diverting his eyes. I clear my throat.

" Let's go." I say walking into the dining room and walking over to my seat. I look at Bobby hoping to gag his expression but it's blank. I bite my lip waiting. But the next thing Bobby does shocks me. He walks over to where I'm standing, and he pulls out my chair and waits. I look up at him and note that he's serious. I sit down and he scoots my chair closer to the table before he walks and sits down in his chair.

"I though you said, we were having wine?" Bobby asks truly confused staring at the beer bottle.

"I know I said that but you don't really strike me as a guy who likes to drink wine. So I went out and bought you some beer." I say with a small shrug of my shoulders as if it's nothing. "Now, let's eat before it gets cold." I say passing him the salad. Then the lasagna. I take the cork out of the wine and poor it into my glass.

We eat in a comfortable silence and by the end Bobby eats the rest of the Lasagna. I put my fork on my plate.

"Wow, girl. You can definitely throw down in the kitchen. That was delicious." Bobby says. Leaning back a little into his chair.

I smile. "Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed it a lot. You definitely have some skills."

"You're going to give me a big head with all these compliments." I say and I can feel the heat pool to my cheeks.

"I think you deserve it." Bobby says. And I can hear the sincerity behind those words.

"How about I clean off the table while you start a fire? We can talk in front of the fire." I suggest. "There are logs in the back of the house."

"Sounds like a plan." We both get up and I start clearing off the table. I take everything in the kitchen and start the dishwasher. I rinse the plates and set them into the washer. That way I'm done.

I put lotion on my hands, so they don't get all prune and hard. I poor me another glass of wine and grab Bobby another beer before walking into the living room and seeing a fire lit. I see Bobby sitting on the couch staring at the fire. I feel a smile rise on my lips. I walk around the couch before I hold out the beer. He takes and I sit across from him on the couch. I take a sip of my wine.

"So what so you want to know about me? I ask. Deciding just to get him to ask me all the questions he wants.

"What's your major?" He asks. I can tell that isn't what he wanted to ask but it's a start.

"Well, I always wanted help younger children. So I'm between becoming a Social worker or a child's psychiatrist."

"That's great. I can see you know sitting there in your chair with a pair of glasses, talking softly to a little girl." He says. He takes a swig of his beer. "Who taught you how to cook?" He asks.

"I started off teaching myself to cook. Than your Mom took an interest in my cooking skills and took me under her wing. She was like a mother to me. Of what I dreamt a mother should be." I say the last part glumly.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks.

"Blue. What's yours?"

"I don't really have one. I guess since I was playing hockey it was blue." I nod.

"So why do you always call Lyric firecracker?" I ask. She never told me because even she didn't know why.

"Well she probably already told you how she cut up my shirt and everything. She just seemed like a little spitfire. So that became my nickname for her." He explains.

"Do you have one for me?" I whisper it.

"I've been thinking about it."

"Have you come up with any?" I ask as I feel my interest piqued.

"How about Storm? I mean I know your name is Isiss and you go by Ice but you are just like a storm. A force to be reckon with."

"I like it. I think it suits me."

"Yeah, me too." He says. "Will tell me about your family?" He asks slowly. I can tell from the expression on his face that he doesn't really expect me to answer. But I haven't really talked to anyone except Lyric about it.

"My mother died my freshman year of college. My dad is in jail and has been since I was 13." I say giving the abbreviated version. Not ready to tell the full story.

"I'm sorry." His voice is sincere.

"It's okay. So tell me about your family?" I say deciding to change the subject.

"Which one?" He asks.

"You can tell me whatever one you want." Deciding to give him the choice. To make the decision to tell me.

"Ok." He says slowly setting his beer on the table. "When I was 5 years old, I was moved into the foster system. My father murdered my mother with his bare hands because she didn't have dinner ready for him. I tried to fight him but I was just 5 years old. I couldn't fight him off. When I got into the foster system, I let my anger fuel me when I was in there and I just kept fighting. One day I met Evelyn Mercer, she tried to find me a family but no one would take me in. She did. And it changed my life." He says and I can see his eyes fill with unshed tears. I set my glass of wine down on the table. I lean closer to him and wrap my arms around his shoulders and hug him. I hold onto him until I feel his arms wrap around my hips.

"Thank you for telling me." I whisper in his ears. My eyes are closed.

"Your welcome." His voice is barely audible but I still heard him.

I pull away, slowly. We just sit there staring at each other with the soft glow of the fire in background.

Heaven help her she wanted to kiss Bobby again. She wanted to feel his hands roam all over her body. His mouth over her most intimate spots. His cock inside of her thrusting hard and fast. On my bed, against the wall, and on top of my kitchen counter. Damn every surface of this house.

Ever since she walked into that waiting room and saw him sitting there watching the hockey game. Since that kiss in her kitchen, she wanted him. Hot, panting and wanting. He traces the line of my jaw before his finger brushes against my lower lip.

His finger against my lip breaks my control. I seriously force Bobby to lie back on the couch as I fall on top of him.

"I've been trying to stay in control. But I can't anymore." I stare into his eyes.


A/N: Okay, here's chapter 9. I hope you guys like it. I worked really hard on it. I'm sorry it took me so long. College is getting harder and finals are a month away. I already started on chapter 10, and I can tell you right now that the moment you've been waiting for is coming up next. Bobby and Isiss are going to get hot and heavy. I promise it's going to be getting hot.

XOXO,

BellaRosa17