Well here it is, the ending.

Chapter Eight

Steph POV:

"Carlos! We're going to be late!" I yelled from the living room, adjusting my shirt. I was almost mad about this. He had picked a tight, black v-neck shirt that barely met the waist of my cargos. The cargos were tight ass hugging pants, but I definitely didn't regret letting him pick what was underneath.

I heard a sigh from the bedroom before he walked out. I smiled. He was wearing a pair of jeans with the knees torn out, a common theme in my work pants. A pair of Cat boots, and a purple t-shirt completed the look. The shirt read I'm here because I was told there would be donuts. To finish off the outfit, his long hair was curled.

Carlos hadn't talked much when I was curling his hair, although it was tied back in a ponytail he still wasn't happy. "It's only for a few hours." I smiled.

He shot me a look and I went to find my messenger bag. I brought it back to him with a smile. "One last thing."

"I'm going to get you back for this," he said.

"Playin' with fire Babe," I quoted him with a wolf grin.

He growled, tugging me to him. "You know, you should be wearing mascara also," I started.

"No." He said, the tone of his voice making it clear it wasn't up for discussion.

I pouted and rolled my eyes. "Come on, let's go. We're going to have to talk about the way you're going to have to act on the way. You're supposed to be me. So, you can't be dark and broody all night long."

"Dark and broody?"

"Yes, the air of mystery. That's got to go tonight." I grinned. He narrowed his eyes at me as I wiggled from his arms and made my way to the door. I shrugged into my jacket and tossed him his.

We weren't the first or the last to arrive at the party. Savannah opened the door wearing a button up shirt, jeans and a ball cap backwards. I snorted and she grinned, but her jaw dropped when she saw Carlos.

She appraised him and looked at me. "He's missing the mascara."

"It really would have pulled it together, but he's got super long lashes anyway. If he would let me take the curler to them, they would look like he was wearing mascara," I informed her.

She laughed and Carlos glared at the both of us. We walked inside and hung our jackets in the closet. Walking into the main rooms of the apartment we stopped in shock of what we saw. Les stood in a short plaid skirt, and a white dress shirt, a pair of black kitten heels on his feet. Don't even get me started on the panty hose.

Cal wasn't faring much better, he wore a skirt suit, obviously it was strange seeing his muscle-bound body wrapped up in a women's skirt suit. The skirt looked like it had tree trunks coming out of it, his legs were so thick.

Finally, my eyes settled on Woody and if I had been taking a drink, I would have spewed it. He wore a tiny pair of cut-off jeans showing off more leg than I would have cared to see. A small red sequin top with a deep v showed off too much. I had never thought I would see this much of Woody.

Carlos leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I take it back. This outfit is wonderful."

I laughed as he threaded his fingers through mine. "I can't wait to see what Tank, Bobby and Hal are wearing." I grinned. His eyes widened before he grinned.

"This is going to be fun," he said. I laughed.

"Come on, Babe, let's go grab a drink," I told him, earning a look from him.

It wasn't long until the last of the couples arrived. We settled in to eat dinner, talking back and forth. Everyone was ribbed on their outfits. Hal stood from his seat, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. That was when disaster struck.

The sound of velcro ripping was heard as his pants came apart, the pocket getting hung on the chair. Hal shrieked, and Carlos smacked a hand over my eyes.

"Carlos!" I griped.

"Lester, I'm going to kill you!" Hal growled.

I grabbed Carlos's hand, lowering it from my face. He didn't fight me, so obviously Hal was wearing something underneath. Hal had already made it around to the other side of the table and Les was scrambling to get away. Thankfully Hal was wearing boxers. Most of us sat stunned, until I pushed Carlos's arm.

"Do something."I gestured.

"Oh no, Les did it this time. He deserves whatever Hal does to him. I told him to stop fucking with Hal, and that he wouldn't always get away with it."Carlos told me, sitting back and taking a sip of his beer.

True, very true. Les fucked with Hal, picking on him almost every day. There was a scream that sounded distinctly like Lester, Hal walked through with a struggling Les over his shoulder. He walked out the back patio doors and tossed Lester into the pool. We watched out the doors as Les flailed coming up from under the water. Hal didn't even bother to stand and watch, slowly walking back inside. He looked at a shocked Savannah, "Do you have a pair of sweats I could borrow?" He asked.

She nodded and stood. Suddenly laughs built up in the room. Hal shook his head. "He's got more coming to him," he announced. Carlos chuckled.

"Work is going to be fun from now on." I grinned. He nodded in agreement. Les came sloshing in the door, glaring at all of us.

"None of y'all even tried to save me," he grumbled. He was dripping everywhere, standing just inside the door.

"Lester what do you think you're doing?!" Savannah yelled at him. "Get outside and dry off. I don't want you dripping on my floor!"

He shot her his puppy eye look as she handed Hal a pair of pants. "He was asking for it, he asked for me to get his outfit," Les grumbled stepping out the door. He opened a cabinet on the patio and pulled out a Savannah stepped out the door to hand him a towel she cuffed him upside the back of the head.

That was the most exciting part of the night. A few things happened here and there, but Hal's accidental strip tease and Les's late night dip were the more eventful things that happened. Carlos opened the door of our apartment and led me inside. I kicked off my shoes and started stripping.

"Babe?"

"I'm tired," I grumbled. He scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom. He stripped before climbing into bed with me.

"Tonight was fun," Carlos said, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.

"Thank you for coming with me. I know you're not normally one to go to parties."

"I'm glad you had fun, Babe."

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

"Babe, there's never a dull moment with you."

"I would be offended but I'm tired."

He chuckled and nuzzled into my hair. "I love you, Babe."

"I love you, too, Carlos." I answered, as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in his arms, the only place I felt safe and loved.

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