It was the next week, and i was getting ready to go get my car checked.
Steve insisted that he come with me because i apparently don't know shit about cars.
He's right.
I put on skinny green cargo jeans, a floral silk bustier, a striped cardigan, and Miu Miu nude heels. My hair was down and flowing but i had in Chanel studs.
I stepped out of the closet, to see Steve sitting on my bed, fiddling with his phone.
"Ready." I said, but my phone and stuff in my pockets.
He looked up, and his eyes widened. "What?" i asked.
"You are not going anywhere dressed like that. Nuh uh." He said, shaking his head.
I frowned. "What? You can't be serious. I run around in a bra and panties for cheerleading, and the guys basically stick their hands up my ass, and you say something about this outfit?" i was really confused.
"I just don't want you going out like that. Exposing yourself." He explained calmly.
"It's HAWAII!" i exclaimed. "Girls run around here in less than this!"
I looked over his outfit. Jeans, too-tight shirt, and Nikes. "Maybe i don't want you walking around here in that shirt." I said, raising a challenging eyebrow.
He looked down at his shirt, and laughed. I huffed, and just turned and made my way to the garage. I got into the car, and waited for Steve to get in.
"Are you really giving me the silent treatment?" he asked after 10 minutes of silence.
I said nothing back, and he just sighed. The rest of the way, we sat in silence. When we got to the shop, we got out the car, but he stopped me before i could walk through the door.
"Look. I'm sorry. I just had a burst of possessiveness." He explained, looking down into my eyes.
"It's alright. Just don't do it again." I said, putting my finger in his face.
He kissed my fingertip then tilted my head up to kiss my lips. I pulled back smiling, and tugged on his hand.
We walked into the shop, and i could have sworn i heard Steve growl at the men that look at me. I just rubbed his hand, and patted his back. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and pulled us over to the desk.
"Name." the bored girl said from behind the desk.
"Bahati Monroe. I have and Aston Martin Vanquish. It needs an oil change." I said, proud i knew that.
The girl rolled her eyes and shouted for some guy. Whoever he was, showed up, and raked his eyes over my tiny body, then glared in Steve's direction.
"Show me the car." He tried to say seductively. But failed.
Big time.
We took him to the car, and he whistled. "Nice Paint job."
The car was all black, shining, and had hot pink racing stripes.
I gave him the keys, and he drove into the garage, and started changing the oil. I sat on Steve's lap, and read a magazine, while he stroked my stomach, occasionally fiddling with my belly ring.
When we were done, we got in the car, and i drove us to get some lunch.
We walked hand in hand to this local pizza place, at ate lunch. Steve still had me sit in his lap.
After that, i drove us to my house, and parked in the garage. When we got in the house, i went straight to my room to change.
I put on a tight floral Hollister tank-top, tan tight short with a brown belt, and white American Eagle sandals.
I joined Steve in the lounge to watch TV. On my way there, i passed a picture on the wall. Of me, my dad, and Aria. I missed her so much, but i only saw her last week. I sat on the couch next to Steve, distracted by my thoughts. I was pulled out of them when my cell rang. It said; Aria
"Who's that?" Steve asked.
I jumped up, ran over to the patio doors, and slid them open. I went to stand over by the pool, and answered.
"Hey sweetie." I said.
"Hey!" said a 5 year old voice.
"How are you?" i asked.
"Fine! When can i see you again?"
"I'll see if i can sneak out later today." I smiled
"Alright! Can you bring beef jerky with you?"
"Of course!"
"Ok."
"Alright. I have to go. But remember, Mommy loves you."
"Love you too mommy."
I hung up and turned around. I gasped and froze as i saw Steve standing there, in shock…..