Author's Note: You know what, I am not even going to question how I've managed to write as much as I have lately. I've been on fire, straight fire, if you know you know. So I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and if I don't post anything else by the end of the year, have a happy new year! I hope you all enjoy!
Pairing: Becky x OC and other pairings to come
Rating: M for mature events that will appear throughout the story.. (Smut, drugs, and other sensitive topics could be mentioned)
I own nothing except for any OCs that I use and the story itself. All the other characters belong to themselves obviously and Impact Wrestling/WWE/whatever promotion. This story is complete fiction. AU (Alternate Universe)
Daisy's POV
"FUCK! Becky! Ah..Ah.." Screams of pure ecstasy echoed throughout the bedroom as Becky stared into my eyes. I felt so hypnotized by them, my toes curled, my legs shaking about to turn into mush. Yet not even ten minutes ago, our positions were reversed, and she was the one underneath me as I thrusted into her. My womanhood was throbbing feeling the shaft continue to slide in and out of me. Orgasm number.. Wait.. I don't know what number it is; I've lost count. With rough pants, Rebecca leaned down closer to me and gave me a small kiss on the lips. Electricity. It keeps coursing through my veins, I watched her chest puff out and sink in rapid motions, the sweat droplets forming on her body. My head turned to the right, looking toward the nightstand and a clock flashed out the numbers 5:15 A.M. Holy shit! I let out a hoarse chuckle realizing that we have been going at it on and off for at least three hours now. I grabbed one of our water bottles and held it up toward the bartender. "Here, Becky.."
Moving a couple wild, orange locks blocking her face, Rebecca flashed a cheeky grin at me. "Thanks lass, wow, this has really been something." She took the bottle and drank a big sip, releasing a sigh, she wrapped arm around my head. "Can you sit up a little? You need some too." She asked, voicing some concern. That's so fucking adorable.
"Yeah, I'll be able to but first, I need you to pull out." I'm still attempting to catch my breath as she arches a brow looking down at the fake member. With a small laugh and her hand grabbing onto it; she slowly pulled the dick out of me. I winced at the uncomfortable feeling; Becky noticed it. With a little assistance, I was able to sit up and get a couple good sips of the water. So refreshing, that was definitely needed. "God, you are full of surprises. You are some sort of animal and you've never done this. How is that possible?!"
Is it too far-fetched to think she's possibly lying to me about never doing this before? I mean, I don't know that much about Rebecca. "I've had sex once, a couple years back, but that was really to lose my V-Card and nothing else. What about you, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked timidly, working on taking off the harness around her waist. Becky crawled pretty much on top of me and set everything on the nightstand. She plopped down on top of me, nuzzling her head into my chest.
"I've only slept with one person one time, with similar motives in mind. Only a few people know about that and this side of me as a whole. It's hard to explain but.." Becky lifted her head up to look at me, her mouth making an 'o' shape. Is she surprised with my answer? Does that make me any less for not having as much experience? I'm overthinking things, aren't I?
My hand found itself over caressing the side of Rebecca's face, her eyes softened as I ran my fingers through her fiery orange locks. "Your family wouldn't accept that you like to carpet munch?"
A laugh escaped me. I certainly wasn't expecting it to be phrased like that. She's got a good sense of humor. More things to note about this woman. "The good ol' cunnilingus and not really, three 'family' members do but the rest...no. None that are around ever would.."
Becky sighed in disappointment, her head going left to right. "Aye, my family is the same way. They'd think I am some horrible sinner against God or whatever higher power there is. My friends support me unconditionally so that's all that matters." I see, her family are religious dickwads that have a one-track mind and aren't open to anything other than what's written in that book. Let people live their lives; let them love who they want to love. It doesn't affect you. My family isn't overly religious, but a lot of my life has been predetermined for me. It's miserable.
"If they are anything like you, I know they are amazing people." I replied sincerely, trying to ease her mind of the sore topic for both of us. Friends. Friends who support you through thick and thin; family never has to be blood. I want more like that. "But about tonight.. Are you okay? I didn't hurt or anything right, I noticed the claw marks." My hands ran down her back, trying to soothe any pain I might have caused. The bartender shivered.
"Daisy, don't worry, remember we made a safe word, and I would have told you if you were hurting me. Speaking of which, I'm not too much being on you like this, am I?" Hearing her say my name makes me grin ear to ear. That accent does things to me, good things.
"Not at all."
"Good because I am taking the opportunity to lay on some nice tits." Becky's body fits nicely in between my legs like this, almost like a puzzle piece. She giggled, fluffing her new pillows. No one can blame her. Titties really do make great pillows.
"You do that, we should get some rest. It's almost 5:30 now."
"Yeah, You're right. Time fucking flew by."
"Time flies whenever you are fucking or getting fucked." I corrected her, causing us both to let out a laugh. My hands played with her hair a little bit longer and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She's so pretty. Within minutes, I heard light snores coming from the shorter woman. I kept my arm wrapped around her and closed my eyes.
An obnoxious ringing sound made my eyes flutter open and stare groggy at the ceiling above me. Where in the hell is that sound coming from? My right arm reached out on the nightstand on this side of the bed. Out of all the free space on this king size mattress, I somehow manage to be over by the edge. It never fails. I managed to pull out my phone as I brought it closer to read the Caller ID, the name reading out 'Toni'. With a small sigh, I answered the phone. "H-Hello?" My voice is hoarse, still scratchy from everything that happened last night.
"There you are!" Her thick Australian accent kept my attention while I finally remembered that I wasn't alone in this bed. The weight that was previously on my body had shifted to my left side. Becky was still asleep, her arm flung over me, nuzzled herself into my frame. Cute. "I've been trying to get a hold of you for over an hour now. You were there one second and vanished the next, where did you go last night?" I am more amazed that Becky didn't wake up with all the missed calls that I apparently have. Then again, we were up pretty late last night and managed to exhaust each other after several hours.
"Don't worry, I'm safe."
"Good. I was scared something happened to you. No crazy sleazebag didn't make advances and try to take you home, did he?" I'm not exactly friends with Toni but it made me smile hearing about her concerns. I barely know any of the models; I am not good at making friends. Her and Deonna invited me out last night, they didn't have too. The girls are always trying to involve me in stuff. Our industry can be vicious, it's hard to maintain our status. Would the girls try to befriend me only to stab me in the back later..? No. I shouldn't think like that. That method is more up someone else's alley than them.
"No. Nothing like that happened. Sorry to scare you, next time, I'll be sure to let you know if I leave." I apologized, not realizing how much it would worry the blonde. Toni and I have known each other for about a year or two. She's an excellent model, I have real competition with her. Heh, Storm beats me whenever it comes to acting chops, but I excel whenever it comes to dancing. We both have our strong points. The blonde never rubs it in anyone's faces whenever she secures a gig and we don't. That alone should suffice as enough evidence that Toni is a good person. Am I afraid to make friends with my coworkers or something? "I'll speak to you whenever I stop by the studio tomorrow before I leave for LA. Alright Toni?"
"Yeah Daisy, I'll see you then. Buh Bye!"
How in the hell does that woman always have so much energy? Hanging up the phone, I stared up at the ceiling debating on what to do next. I'm free today. I don't need to rush anywhere. My body shifted slightly, I could probably use a shower and something to eat. I'm sure I can find something to order for Becky and I. Hm, I don't know what food she'd want. Do I wake her up and ask her? She looks so peaceful next to me; I'll wait until after I shower. Now for my next predicament, how do I get off the bed without waking my companion up? I looked over to my left and I noticed Rebecca looking at me with lidded eyes. Shit.. I did wake her up. "Oh.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Mmmm.. It's quite alright. Do you have to go?" She asked, rubbing her eyes trying to wake up. Why do I feel a little sad hearing her ask that? "Not going to lie, I am pretty comfy."
"No. I don't and I'm not complaining." I gave her a smirk, Becky gave me a smile and nuzzled into my side more. It feels really nice to wake up next to someone. It's comforting.
"Neither am I. What time is it?" The orange haired woman asked.
Looking down at my phone, I replied. "Almost noon." So, I am managing to function with about six and a half hours of sleep, this surprises me. I'm normally pretty grouchy if I am awoken by phone calls and nonsense like that. I sat up and stretched a little. My body does feel a little sore from last night but that's naturally whenever you have a sexy Irish lass dicking you down. It's nothing a nice hot shower won't fix. Becky sat up too and I looked at her for a second until a lightbulb went off in my head. "I'm going to go get a shower. Better yet, would you like to join me?"
The conditions of last night were a one-night stand but technically, she hasn't left yet. Rebecca looked at me, arching her brow; my question caught her off guard. I can't help myself; my arousal is increasing by the second as I look at her. Her naked body is a work of art. Am I being too greedy for pushing my luck again? Becky crawled over next to me and responded huskily. "Saving water is the most eco-friendly option."
Fuck. That voice drives me crazy; it turns me on so much. I stood up and turned back to look at Becky. She watched me curiously as I leaned forward to get closer to her.. I licked my lips inches away from her face. "I'll wash your back if you wash mine." If allowed, I think I am going to do a bit more than washing her back, but I'll see where it goes. Last night was incredible enough as is.
"Lead the way!"
Let's just say, it didn't take very long for things to get heated inside the shower and it wasn't because of the hot water either. Both of us were riding on the same wavelength, but then again, how can you stand beside someone else that's naked and not desire to touch them? Depending on the person, it's easy; Becky is different. Something drew my gaze and kept it there until I went to go talk to her. Whatever it was, it caught me once again and I tangled my hands in those orange locks of hers. Fuck. I don't know how long we fooled around in the shower for. All I know is that I'm surprised that my legs are able to function. We both let out a yelp as the hot water disappeared and laughed as we swiftly washed our hair. I climbed out of the shower, making sure to get enough towels for Becky and me. "What kind of food would you like to eat?" I asked, as the orange haired woman peeked her head out from behind the curtain.
"I mean, I've eaten a good bit since last night." She smirked over me as I tossed the towel to her. I continued to dry my body off after wrapping a second towel around my hair.
Becky climbed out of the shower immediately putting her hair up with the towel I tossed her. I handed her a second towel. "Ha ha, same. We both are spoiled rotten, dessert before lunch. How unorthodox!"
"It's way better to go against the norm." She never gave me an actual answer about what kind of food she likes to eat. I don't want to order Rebecca something that she wouldn't enjoy. A loud growling sound was heard behind me as I glanced over to Becky, who blushed. "...Can I see those menus?"
After about ten minutes of looking at various menus, we settled on a restaurant called 18bin. I ordered myself a portobello mushroom steak Caesar salad and their signature Downtown C.B.L.T.A which is pretty much their version of a BLT but with grilled chicken as the substitute and avocado served on some griddled Texas toast. Becky wanted some buffalo chicken nachos and some soft tacos. I got us a couple pieces of cheesecake for extra dessert since we've been really good. DoorDash says it will arrive in forty-five minutes, but we will see. I've worked up quite the appetite myself, so I think I've earned a cheat day. The next twenty minutes or so was mainly Becky and I changing back into our attire from last night. I had been curling my hair while Rebecca was applying her makeup on her face. She doesn't need it; she looks gorgeous without it too. Does she still think I am beautiful, even without my makeup? "Hey Rebecca, do you want me to straighten or curl your hair for you?"
"I was going to straighten it at home but yeah, if you want to go ahead." I plugged in the straightener and let it heat up for a couple minutes. In the meantime, I pulled a majority of my makeup out of my purse and started looking through to see what I wanted to put on today. "You know, I really like your freckles. I wasn't able to really see them until now." Rebecca stated, catching me completely by surprise. She likes.. my freckles?
"T-Thank you, I normally cover them with makeup because some models see them as imperfections." God, I am blushing now and she's grinning at me because Becky knows she was able to catch me off guard.
"Screw them. If you love them, show them off, if you don't like them, cover them up. Ultimately, it's your choice what you do; I personally think they are really pretty." Rebecca continued to give her opinion on the matter, which got me to blush even more. That's the first time someone really ever complimented them. I took one final look in the mirror, smiled and reached over for the straightener. "Aye, does the cat got your tongue?"
"Hm, well there was a pussy on it last night so it did have a claim on my tongue for a while." I fired back as I ran my hand through her fiery orange tresses, sectioning them off into multiple clips so it's way easier for me to straighten. She snickered while grinning ear to ear. For the next fifteen minutes or so, I managed to straighten her hair while we talked a little here and there. It's so relaxing to do other people's hair. My thought process was interrupted by a couple loud knocks at the door. "Oh there's the food."
My body turned to the doorway, but Becky walked in front of me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry your pretty little head, I'll get it." She departed the room before I could even attempt to protest. I hadn't completed my makeup just yet but the aroma of all the food was too intoxicating. The door shut as I made my way into the living room, Becky grinned, waving around the bags of food and setting the drink tray onto the kitchen counter. "I made sure to get them a tip for coming all the way up here. You were kind enough to pay for the food and all."
She's so sneaky, I didn't want her to spend any money since she bought those drinks for me. That was her intention from the get-go, heh, I can let it slide. "Fuck! I'm starving, I can finish getting ready after we eat." Rebecca flashed a smile over to me as she carried all the stuff into the living room. While I sorted everything out, Becky took control of what we were going to watch on the television; I didn't really care. I am enjoying the company I have now, and I know that it's going to end soon. Everything was made to perfection; I've only tried this place once before. Noted; their food is pretty good. My favorite thing was definitely the cheesecake. It was so sweet and filling. "Man, that was so good, I'm stuffed."
"That really hit the spot." The two of us stayed on the couch together for about ten minutes. It was approaching one thirty and I am not keen on paying another night for a hotel room that I'm not going to be using. I went back into the restroom and finished putting on my makeup, not going heavy on the foundation. Satisfied with my appearance, I gathered everything back into my purse. Making sure we both had everything, the both of us made our way over to the elevator. Neither one of us really said anything as I checked out of the hotel room. "Aye, is this Mercedes yours?" She pointed over to a silver Mercedes Benz, I nodded my head yes. I love my baby so much, not the pricey compared to my other car but she gets the job done.
"What? Were you expecting an Aston Martin or something?" Well, I am not going to say anything about the one I have in my garage. I usually take her for a spin whenever I have to attend meetings and important things like that. Cars like that really add to the sex appeal, so I have learned. "Do you need me to walk you back to your car?" I asked, opening the driver side door, setting my purse down on the center console.
"Nah, I'm good. ..Listen Daisy, I had a really great time last night." She flashed a beautiful smile that made my heart thump.
"I did too Rebecca, maybe I'll see you around."
"Yeah, you know where to find me. Be safe." That's right, she's not out of reach if I ever wanted to see her again. As long as she doesn't quit that job or move, I'll be able to find her again. But that's not on the agenda for now, what's done is done.
"You too cutie." I cooed over to her as Becky turned her heels and started walking away. I watched her until she made it out of the hotel parking lot. Man, I know it was only a block away, but I could have given her a lift. Well for now, I am going to focus on heading home. I am sure I will get bombarded with questions once I arrive. I don't know if I am completely ready for that but relaxing with a couple drinks in my indoor hot tub sounds pretty nice. With a sigh, I pulled out of the parking lot and started on the twenty-minute drive back to my home.
Getting past my gate, I am met with my brick roadway that leads up to my front door. I noticed that there was a lone car not stored away in my garage which could only mean that they are a client for my roommate. This is a pretty early session which surprises me but that doesn't really matter. This is the house that I managed to buy a couple months after my eighteenth birthday. A majority of it was purchased through my entitled inheritance I finally received once I reached adulthood. Once I was in my garage, I climbed out of my car and locked it up. I am not sure what I plan on doing for the rest of the day, I might actually get to relax. No photoshoots have been planned before I leave for Los Angeles for a couple days. Wilhelmina International has been trying to recruit me to their agency for about six months now. But I am content with where I am, and I would rather not live full time in L.A. There are some preferred people that I would like to avoid if possible. Last I heard, she's currently at the NYC branch and hopefully she stays there. The less problems for me, the better I can tolerate this trip. Leaving the garage, I opened the door that led into the hallway. To the left were the stairs that lead up to the second floor where our home gym resides. "Don't worry, I'll grab them right quick! I'll be right back up!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from upstairs followed by the rapid footsteps coming closer to the stairs. A petite woman started coming down the stairs. Her eyes were elsewhere but the first thing I noticed was that she was only wearing a white towel, wrapped snugly around her torso. She looks to be a little over five feet tall and of Latina descent. Long, dark brown almost black colored hair that appeared to be soaking wet. I see, she was in the shower upstairs which means.. At that second, a couple stairs from the bottom, her eyes locked on to me, she screamed. "Jesus fucking Christ! I didn't know someone else was here! Fuck!" The petite woman stumbled backwards colliding with the wall behind her.
"AJ! What's the matter?" Another voice questioned and this voice belonged to my best friend and roommate. She ran down the stairs, wearing nothing but a towel herself. Yeah, my theory was definitely correct, but this AJ woman is a cutie though. "Oh shit, I didn't hear you pull up." She gave me a goofy grin, making sure to readjust her towel. The older woman stood at about five and a half feet tall with a body 'sculpted from the gods' as she would probably put it. Biceps bigger than my future and thighs that can crush watermelons with ease, most likely. Her black hair was also wet but it's normally wavy going about to her mid back; her eyes a bright green color giving off a mischievous shine. A defined jawline and her full sleeve tattoo on her left arm were other beautiful features about her. Girl could be a better model than me, I bet.
Kaitlyn 'Celeste' Bonin is a woman I have known for almost five years now. Originally only meeting up with a professional relationship in mind; a real friendship developed and that's how she became my first friend. It's pathetic, I didn't have a single friend my entire childhood, one that I would really consider a true friend. My childhood didn't consist of normal child things. I didn't get to attend public schools or even a private school. My parents hired a private teacher for me so I wouldn't fall behind with their constant traveling. I didn't get to go play at a park or go to birthday parties. I sat in agencies and meeting rooms, competed in beauty pageants. The number of things that I've missed out are probably in the hundreds. Better late than never, I guess. My talent agent recommended that I look into a personal trainer along with my diet. At first, I thought it was a sign I was gaining weight and was offended but I took the advice and looked around. There was a young woman that recently started her own business and had a lot of good reviews already. That first meeting was a blessing, that's for sure. "I can see you were occupied." I replied with a smirk, gesturing over toward AJ, who remained quiet.
"Yeah, early morning session."
"You are a terrible liar, it's past two in the afternoon." Knowing how Kait is, she probably brought this little cutie over last night with the hopes that I'd stay out. The raven-haired woman cocked her head to the side; her attention shifted to her phone to check the time. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" I turned to look back over to AJ and noticed that she was staring at me. I know that stare all too well, I've grown so accustomed to it nowadays. That is no fault of their own, it's from all the fame. I wish people would look at me like I am a normal person.
"Oh yeah! This is AJ Lee, or April. She's a client of mine and runs the comic bookstore where I always go too. AJ, this is-"
Okay that's the cutie that Kaitlyn would boast about every time she went there. I don't understand the hype around comics and stuff. She's tried to explain it to me, but it goes over my head. April's attention snapped over to the raven-haired woman beside me, she lifted her hand up and smacked the busty woman on the chest. "Kait, what the fuck, you didn't tell me you lived with Daisy Mero.." She smacked her a few more times as Kaitlyn winced slightly. It's fucking hilarious to see this tiny woman smacking a bodybuilder; I know it's playful but still. "Kait, she's hot, like flaming hot and you didn't tell me you lived with her! And I am pretty much naked, dude, I look like a mess right now."
"Calm down Ape, she's cool, you don't have to act flustered around her." Kaitlyn attempted to reason as she gestured over toward me. April looked at me and blushed slightly and proceeded to turn her head to the right. Maybe I should go to my room or something, I feel like I am making her uncomfortable.
Do I really make people this uncomfortable all the time? I wish I didn't, but she seems like the shyer type from the get-go. Maybe I should try to ease the situation a little even though it's funny to see her smack Kait around. My eyes focused back onto the smaller woman and that's whenever I noticed something. "I am used to it, it's okay really but umm, your girls are kind of showing. Might want to go get dressed." AJ let out a gasp and hurried to cover her exposed chest, which must have come undone while beating up my best friend. The brunette excused herself and made her down the hallway toward the foyer, making a left into the living room and kitchen area. Hm. She is heading to Kait's room, so I know that this isn't the first time she has been here. This is a massive two-story place and has four bedrooms downstairs. The fifth bedroom upstairs was converted into an in-home gym, so my bestie doesn't have to pay for another building. She can work at home which also benefits me, I don't have to go out to some gym to work out. Kaitlyn gave me a grin and followed in the same direction as her 'client'. Great now that gives me some time to take these heels off and make myself a drink or two.
I needed to change out of this dress, for some reason even though I was prepared to have a one-night stand; my dumbass didn't bring an extra change of clothes. Never been so underprepared for something in my life. I am such an idiot. The scent of alcohol and sweat was covered with a hint of vanilla mixed with caramel. Fuck.. It still smells like Becky, such an intoxicating aroma that I simply can't get enough of. Every time I inhale a breath and take in that smell, my mind flickers back to the random woman I stared at from afar. There was someone shouting that attracted my attention over there. Some purple haired chick screaming about the Heyman Hustle girls. That's whenever I laid eyes on her, and everyone else in the club became a blur. I wanted her to leave with me. She was my target and the most beautiful woman there. Rebecca Lynch, you gave me a night I'll never forget. I never knew that it was an experience that I needed. Kait is never going to let me live down the fact that she was right. Making my way into the kitchen, I heard footsteps approaching me. "Soo.."
Grabbing a wine glass out of the cabinet, I turned to face Kaitlyn, who was standing in front of me in a waist-high black thong with a mostly laced front with branch designs and leaves on it and a matching bra. My eyes narrowed as the raven-haired woman stared at me innocently. "You seriously couldn't have gotten dressed before coming out to talk to me." Like I know this is our home and all, but you could have at least gotten fully dressed.
"No. Plus I know you like what you see." The urge to roll my eyes was strong with all the bullshit this one puts me through on the daily. Instead, I gagged, ignoring the side eye I received in the process and started making my way over to my liquor pantry. "You were going to run off if I didn't come out." I didn't verbally respond to her, I walked past the raven-haired woman and her hand connected roughly to my ass causing me to yelp. I spun back around to my bestie, who gave me a cheeky smile while holding onto her tank top. Bitch. I am still sore from last night. "How did last night go? I noticed that you didn't call or text me."
"It went okay." I stated nonchalantly, hoping that I could get a couple drinks.. That way, I'll be able to tolerate that place a little easier today if work decides to harass me. This is why I have mini bottles always in my purse. Don't get me wrong, I adore most of the people I work with. with. We aren't exactly friends, but we get along. I want today to be my day of relaxation. "Listen, do you want anything to drink? I can go for a couple today." Heh, I went from having a liquor shelf to a cabinet and now it's a whole pantry. There might be a problem somewhere in there but that is a later issue.
"Look at you avoiding the subject, you totally got laid last night, didn't you?" I opened the door to the pantry, looking around for something that had enough kick to jumpstart the day for me. Like duh, that was the objective of me going out last night. "You are fucking glowing by the way!"
"Well obviously dumbass, I didn't come home last night, and I didn't text you because I was occupied." Did she really think that I wouldn't find someone to sleep with? Or was it expected for me to chicken out? I am leaning toward the second option, it's so risky to do something like this but I don't regret a damn thing. Kait let out an excited squeal beside me, wrapping herself around my arm as I looked over to her goofy smile. Okay, I guess clothes aren't getting put on until after I expose almost everything that happened last night. Some details are staying in the depths of my mind forever.
"Give me the tea sweetheart, who was it? Was it one of your model friends? Was it a random person? I have to know! Did she have big tits? What about a nice ass? Both?" What's the million questions, geez? Can't I answer them one at a time? Also, Kaitlyn has been drooling over my model co-workers for years, I shouldn't be surprised; nothing quenches that thirst. I grabbed a bottle of patron from one of the shelves and poured some into my glass. Shutting the door to the closet, I took a sip of my early afternoon booze.
"Her name is Rebecca, and she was the prettiest woman I've ever laid my eyes on. So, I had to have her, there was something about her that made me feel normal.." After like a minute of being pure starstruck and in disbelief, which is a completely reasonable response; Becky didn't treat me like some famous person. Hell, even the notion of asking my name really messed with me. I can't recall the last time someone did that. Was she doing it because she didn't know who I was or was she doing it to treat me like a normal person? Regardless.. Rebecca was a fucking sweetheart. "Like how I can be myself around you, not to mention the sex was fucking amazing. And don't get me started on that accent-"
"Wait an accent, girl, please tell me you got her number! You are hooked on her already."
"I didn't, no."
"Whaaat? Daiz!" My best friend shouted, whacking me upside the head. I winced and gave her a confused look. What the hell did I do wrong? I am not understanding my error here.
"It was a one-night stand." I responded nonchalantly, taking another sip of my beverage. The raven-haired woman continued to stare at me in disbelief. I am going to ignore that look, I wish she'd put some damn clothes on. It's hard to focus on only drinking if a half-naked, beautiful woman is on your arm.
"You sounded like one of those poorly made rom coms on Netflix! You just said that you felt normal around her."
"Yeah, but that's what she was after too. It's not a big deal." She literally admitted to me that was one of her motives for going out last night. The other day was Thanksgiving, a holiday that is supposed to be spent with my actual family. Instead, I went to dinner elsewhere, the next day I joined a couple coworkers to drink the night away and found a girl to bed. Becky wanted to get away from her family and considered a one-night stand. Learning that both of us had rocky relationships with her families, it sickens me how parents can be the way that they are.
"So you would be against doing what happened last night with her again, can you say that with one hundred percent certainty?" What kind of question is that? I watched Kait for about a minute as she started putting on a pair of denim jeans. A one-night stand is a one and done deal. Now if the opportunity appears in front of me to repeat what happened last night, I am going to fucking take it. I'd be an absolute moron not to. I didn't verbally respond to my best friend, she snickered. "I thought so." She reached over and snatched my glass out of my hand and took a sip of it. Kaitlyn grinned, handing me back my glass. Bitch, the bottle is like five feet away and there are glasses in the cabinets. Oh well, I am not afraid of catching her cooties. "What did she look like?"
Are all best friends this annoying or is it just mine? I wouldn't trade her for the world but geez, hop off my dick a little bit. "She's the prettiest woman I'd ever laid my eyes on. Beautiful long orange hair, Irish accent-"
"You dumb motherfucker! Why did you let that one go?!"
"I.. I thought that's what a one-night stand was. One and done."
"Daiz, yeah that's true. But sometimes you feel a connection with that person, like you want to see them again. You are clearly into this woman; you should have gotten her number." A connection with that person and a desire to see them again. Kait's infectious personality drew me to her, and I decided to continue to work with her. Here we are five years later, best friends and roommates. Now for Rebecca, the second ever person to really see as a human being instead of a walking dollar sign. I am not counting family members or friends of families in that number. A beautiful woman with a charming personality that managed to turn me to mush in more ways than one. I'd jump at the opportunity to hang out with her again. Does that make me sound desperate?
"Fucking hell, you're right. But what if she doesn't feel the same about me?"
"Uhh.. dumb bitch look in the mirror, you're Daisy Mero." Kait gestured to me, scanning my body from head to toe.
"And..? I don't want my status to affect her opinion of me."
"God you're cute sometimes. So, innocent about how things work." What does that even mean? I don't want someone to be with me because I'm rich and famous. If I had my way, this wouldn't have ever been my future, but Kaitlyn makes it worth what I have been through so far. Becky chose to come back to my hotel room, that was purely her choice. She didn't bail on me in the morning either. She stayed and talked to me, we got to know each other a little. One-night stands aren't like that, huh? Fuck.. "You had sex with a girl once and you are hooked." The smirk that appeared on my lips thinking about last night happened automatically. There wasn't one round of sex, silly. The sex was absolutely incredible, don't get me wrong but the intimacy of the pillow talks and water breaks in between rounds. That was a whole other level. "Oh, you sly bitch! How many?"
"Stop being nosey, you stupid whore and go check on your little 'girlfriend'. Finish getting dressed too, you have been holding onto your tank top since you came out here." I stepped away from my bestie to go refill my glass a bit.
"Bitch. This conversation isn't over." Kait leaned over and poked my chest, trying to sound all intimidating and shit.. Yeah, I know she could easily overpower me and kick my ass but she's not going too.
"Whatever. I am going to grab a change of clothes." I have no idea what the hell I plan on wearing today since I don't really intend on leaving the house. Maybe if AJ doesn't hang around, Kait and I can have a movie night. If I'm the third wheel, I'll relax in my room. "Tell April that I apologize for scaring her and that she is welcome here anytime."
"Will do although she's probably in there dripping now-"
"Shut the fuck up Kait, why do you have to say something like that out loud!" The flustered AJ shouted from Kaitlyn's room, peeking into the kitchen from the small hallway in between my bestie's room and one of the guest rooms. She scowls over at the raven-haired woman. "Get over here!"
My bestie chuckles. "Ooooh the Latina in her really gets me going. I'll be in your room a bit to finish this conversation." Something tells me I should make my way to the other side of the house because it's about to get loud in that bedroom.
"Thanks for the warning." Not even across the living room yet and I hear Kait yelp loudly behind me which earned a chuckle out of me. Such a tiny woman beating her up is so funny to me. I really like AJ's energy so far; I do hope she hangs out here more often. Maybe I am only saying that so I can have more friends. Fuck.. That's so pathetic. Eh. Another glass of patron will help me forget about my insecurities. I walked to the bottom right of the living room, down the hallway that led to the master bathroom, my walk-in closets and my bedroom. I didn't even get to turn the door handle before my phone started ringing. A sigh left me, recognizing the ring tone instantly, I grabbed my phone out of my purse and answered. "Hello?"
"Good afternoon, Miss Mero. I apologize for disturbing you before your departure to Los Angeles." A voice of an older male spoke apologetically on the other line. My lips curled down into a scowl; I downed the rest of my beverage; work is going to take up my day today.
"It's not an issue Paul, what's up?" Paul Heyman is one of the best modeling agents at Baskow talents and the entire West Coast as a whole. He has a group of talented models known as the Heyman Hustle Girls and I am the lead girl. I took over the spot from the former leader whenever I turned eighteen years old. My teenage years prepared me for such a moment, so I was able to fit right in. Paul has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, he's been close to my family since before I was born. Our relationship is more than from a business standpoint; he's kind of a father figure to me. Two days ago, I drove over to his house and had dinner with his family for Thanksgiving, consisting of him, his wife and his two daughters. They treat me like I'm their third daughter. He cares about my wellbeing first and my career second; I can never repay for all he has done for me.
No matter how much I detest my work, I never want to let Heyman down. He cleared his throat and continued. "I know Wilhelmina has been eager to add you to their roster of stunning models and you have graciously declined their continuous advances. However, there is an opportunity that has been pushed forward earlier than expected for the Heyman Hustle Girls and Baskow as a whole. Ric Flair has requested a meeting with me as well as requested your presence, Miss Mero. He is very eager to work with you again." Working with Ric Flair is like a double-edged sword, the publicity and the money is astronomical; the guy is kind of a womanizer. He stares at me with hungry eyes ever since I first met him whenever he was working with my mother. Barely over eighteen and I know he wants to sleep with me. God. I distaste a lot of men for this very reason. "This might be an amazing opportunity to work again with one of the highest profile businessmen on the West Coast. He's hoping to meet us at our studio within the hour."
Why else would the old man be requesting my presence? I'll tolerate him again for the sake of Baskow and for Paul. "This opportunity can not be passed up, please inform Mister Flair that I will be attending this meeting and will be there within the hour."
"Excellent Miss Mero, I'll inform him immediately! I'll await your arrival."
"Thank you, Paulie, I'll be there soon." Son of a bitch, I hung up the phone and turned to one of my walk-in closets. Now I have to quickly get myself into a presentable outfit and put my face on for the day. And by presentable, I'll have that old dog drooling for me, so I secure this collab. Let's see, I am going to wear something that shows a bit of skin and really emphasizes my curves. My eyes stopped a black cocktail dress, perfect, this is sexy enough to keep that pervert's attention. Within thirty minutes, I had my makeup fixed, my hair looking voluminous and curly. I did a little twirl in front of the mirror. The dress had tonal-beaded embroideries and an embellished jewel over a plunging sheer panel neckline that allowed me to show a modest amount of cleavage. The triangular cut out in the back really complimented the whole ensemble. A classy and sophisticated look along with my Prada leather pumps and I am good to go.
Grabbing my purse, I walked through the house and went back out the door to the garage. Lucky for me that it wasn't super-hot or super cold, about seventy degrees Fahrenheit. I love all my stuff being automatic, perks of having a nice house. Heh, the security system was added on after because I kept getting some unwanted attention. The studio is about fifteen minutes away from my house and as long as I don't hit too bad of traffic, I'll arrive before the intended meeting time. Turning down East RobinDale Road, I felt my phone vibrate a few times. Whatever it is can wait until I get to a red light or arrive in the parking lot. At the red light, I pulled out the message that read out. 'YOU Bitch, you ran away! I'll kick your ass.'
Kait's managed to keep it in her pants long enough to realize that I have left the house. I'll leave her on read until I get to the parking lot. Parking in my favorite spot, I grabbed my phone and typed out a message. "BITCH, Heyman called me to the studio! I have a meeting to attend so stfu.. I'll be back soon and maybe I'll tell you more about last night later. Love you, I'll message you later."
With a sigh, I didn't wait for a response and put my phone on silent. I don't need trivial things disrupting this meeting. I would have preferred staying home and resting after the eventful night I had last night. I'm thankful I don't have any marks on my body although I might have a very slight limp in my step. I pray it's not too noticeable. I made my way to the studio, noticing a couple sets of eyes gravitating toward me and some of the staff greeting me. I don't understand the staring, it's not like I am not here multiple times a week. A familiar face noticed my presence, I flashed a small smile to him. The man stood about six feet tall, a little stocky, dressed professionally in a suit. What remained of his hair was black and slicked. "Perfect, always on time as usual, Miss Mero. Looking positively radiant as usual." Paul complimented me, as I leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and repeated on the other. His compliments are always so genuine, they make me feel so good about myself. I turned to face the older blonde man; he gave me such a wide smile. However, I noticed that someone was standing beside him, an unfamiliar face. "Mister Flair, I am sure you remember my star client and the leader of the Heyman Hustle Girls brand. The one and only Daisy Mero." The blonde woman at Ric's side flashed me a smile, tucking a couple strands of blonde hair behind her ear. She had blue eyes and stood about my height, maybe even taller than me. She's sporting a dark gray blazer jacket with matching dress pants, a white button up polo shirt underneath. Oh? Who's this chick? She's pretty, is it another model?
My hand reached out to shake his, he laughed, giving the top of my hand a small kiss. The geezer is still a charmer, I see. "Of course, I do, one does not forget a beautiful woman like her. It's a pleasure to be working with you again. Why don't you give me a little twirl, Miss Mero?" I humored him and twirled around for him to see my outfit in its entirety. "Yeah baby!" He let out a laugh, clapping his hands in amusement a couple times before looking to the woman to his right. "Oh, allow me to introduce you to someone, once she has her business degree, she will take over the cosmetic and clothing lines. This is the Queen of the Flair lineage, my daughter, Charlotte Flair."
Charlotte Flair huh.. A second-generation Flair that could have been possibly forced in continuing the legacy. Why is that something I always assume? Charlotte took a couple steps forward. "My father has been talking about you nonstop for the past hour, I was able to take a gander at some of your portfolio and I was impressed. Nice to officially meet you, Miss Mero."
We shook hands. Something I noticed about her was her surprisingly calm demeanor. One conclusion, she's straight as a board which is perfectly fine. Thank God, I'd love to have conversations with businessmen and women that don't involve them undressing me with their eyes. "Miss Flair, it's a pleasure to meet you too."
"Shall we go to your office to discuss everything in detail, Heyman? If everything goes smoothly my daughter would love to input some of her ideas into the shoots."
Becky's POV
Unbelievable. It's the only word that I can say that describes the past sixteen or so hours of my life. My heart thumps fast in my chest as I think back to everything that happened. My hands shake against the steering wheel the entire way home. I can't believe I am going to admit that Mercedes was right. I needed to have sex with a beautiful woman. I had been so pent up for years. Will I ever admit it to her face? Nope. No one needs to know what happened last night. That stays between the two of us, and Ronda isn't dumb, she pieced it together. She respects girl code and won't utter a word, but I'll still touch base with her. Holy shit! I slept with Daisy Mero. I had sex with one of the hottest and most popular models in North America. How in the fuck did I manage that? I was doing my damndest the entire night not to lose my cool or mess up. After we got back to the hotel, my nerves slowly disappeared. Everything felt so natural whenever I was with her. It really didn't feel like Mero was a stranger to me. Last night's objective was to get laid. One and done. Why am I feeling a connection that was more than a one-night stand? Daisy wanted the same. She said so herself. So why do I regret not getting her number? Rebecca, you're new to this game. Don't let yourself get attached to a woman that doesn't want you.
Move on, you had enough pleasure to last a bit. No one needs to know. Daisy Mero has a reputation and I empathize with her situation. Besides the three that were there last night, no one will ever know that I met her. I can at least manage that for the brunette. I turned onto my street, annoyed that I needed to come back here but I need a fresh change of clothes for tonight. The club opens at seven in the evening but normally I don't go in until nine. I work from nine at night to five in the morning. It's no wonder I was able to stay up with Daisy last night. Fuck. I thought about her again. Why wouldn't I think about her? She's the prettiest woman I've ever seen. Absolutely gorgeous. She likes my humor and the way she says my name; it drove me to the brink of insanity. A gentle and kind woman that didn't have an inflated ego to match most celebrities. Son of a bitch. I'm melting for her like I said I wouldn't. Whatever, I am going to call Ronda while this is still on my mind. My mother isn't home, she must be still at work. Thank God, I can go inside and get changed without dealing with all the bickering. I got out and started heading in my house while scrolling through my contacts. The phone rang about four times until she finally answered. "Hey Becks. What's up?"
"Do you have a minute or two to talk about last night?" I asked nervously, opening the front door and shutting it immediately.
"Oh yeah. Did you guys fuck?" Straight to the point, never sugar coating a damn thing. That's what Ronda specializes in.
"Mhm." I grinned, making my way up the stairs and into the first door on the left which is my bedroom.
The blonde woman gasped on the other line. "Holy shit Becks! You lucky dog, I might be a little bit envious. God, she's even hotter in person!" She shouted in excitement. What the hell do I feel like wearing to work today? Thankfully, we aren't subjected to wearing stupid uniforms as long as we aren't showing too much skin, we are good to go.
"She's fucking gorgeous. You can't tell anyone about it though. You are the only person that will know about it besides me and her." There is a very small part of me that wants to rub this bedroom encounter in Cedes' face. She was drooling over the Heyman Hustle girls, and I happened to meet one last night. "It's a one and done thing." I barely had any emotion in my voice as I said that. I'm such an idiot.
"My lips are sealed plus she gave me like a two-hundred-dollar tip last night. Hush money is great!" Holy shit Mero, were you planning that far ahead? It's quite possible that the model is always so generous to people. Daisy seemed like a kindhearted and compassionate person. Perhaps the reasoning is because the blonde bartender is my friend. I'll never know. Going to my dresser, first I grabbed a simple pair of washed-out denim jeans. Secondly, I opened the top drawer which consisted of my bras and panties. I found a matching blue, lace bralette and panty combo. "I gave you my spare house key to crash at my place. That's where you have been until you went home, right?"
"Ronda, I appreciate you so much. Hopefully I can repay you somehow, please let me know if you need anything."
"Girl, you are one of the few that have my back. Your friendship is enough for me, but I might ask you to cover one of my shifts around Christmas time." I am perfectly okay with doing that because all Becks wants for Christmas besides a super sexy brunette model wrapped under my tree. Wait fuck! I did it again. I want to have enough money to move out on my own, that's all I want.
"Done deal, let me know when. I'm going to hop off here so I can drive over to BayBay's house. You're the best, Rousey." I haven't gotten to hang out with my bestie all that much this week since she's been going back and forth to California to see her family. That and juggling all the preparation for returning to school Monday, she's been pretty tired.
"Oh, baby I know. See you tonight!"
Right now, I have cleared that up, my next focus is going to be getting dressed and getting the hell out of this used to be my fortress of solitude is now a living hell and I dislike being here. Grabbing one of my polo shirts, I worked on getting out of last night's clothes. Her perfume lingered on my outfit. I exhaled a small sigh, tossing each article of clothing one by one into the laundry hamper. Focus. The next ten minutes consisted of getting dressed, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I made sure to lock the house back up and climbed back into my car. Bay won't mind the surprise visit; we all pretty much have our own keys to that apartment. About ten minutes, and I am walking up the side stairs of the apartment complex to the third floor. My besties do questionable things at the time but this one always baffles me. Why did they decide to get an apartment on the third floor? Like it was such a bitch to carry everything up these steps. I remember one time I had to carry Cedes drunk ass up the stairs because she tried and fell down. Every couple steps was her whispering dirty things in my ears. She's so lucky I love her. I grabbed the door handle to find it unlocked so I barged right in. "Honey, I'm home!"
No sooner did I close the door, I heard someone approaching me quickly and screaming out. "Oh Becks! What's up Buttercup?" She tackled me into a hug before I even processed what the brunette had said to me. I do love Bayley's hugs the most.
"What? Am I not allowed to come visit one of my besties?" I questioned, as she released the hug. Today she's wearing a simple t-shirt and sweats. Even though it's been like this for a month now, I am still adjusting to the medium length bob she sports. It's a really good look for her. It's like Cedes had pink hair for years and now she decided to change it up to purple. My hair used to be darker than this.
"Of course, you can but also thank god you came over. Cedes came home last night with some chick, and they have been making hungry eyes at me all day now. Help me." The last sentence was almost like a plea, and she gave me puppy dog eyes. Nuh uh, I am not going to insert myself into what crazy is going on today. I dealt with her shenanigans enough last night.
"Gee, I wonder why people are so thirsty for you, BayBay?" I couldn't help but speak sarcastically as I looked down behind her to her gorgeous ass. Bestie got cake for days.
"Stop staring at my ass, Becks." She scolded, smacking me on the arm. What? I mean sure BayBay has an amazing personality and is so loving and caring. She's great with kids too. I can't be the only one that lets her walk-in front of me all the time.
"Hold up! No one is getting a hold of that ass before me!" Oh god, of course she doesn't hear me come through the door but the second I mention Bay's ass, she speaks. Actually, that sounds normal. Out of her bedroom comes Mercedes but what interests is the woman that follows behind her. That looks to be the same girl I saw her leave with. The woman was a couple inches taller than all three of us. She has a pale complexion and long, straight jet-black hair. She is wearing a cut T-Shirt of the band Falling in Reverse and leather pants. Her eyeshadow was smokey and lips were a dark red. Cedes turned to face me, smirking as wide as can be. "Oh, hey my sexy Irish lass, are you willing to share that cake with me?"
"If I was truly going after that ass, I would never share. Whoever gets BayBay is going to be a lucky guy or gal."
"Heh, I don't know about all that." The brunette blushed.
"Nah, you aren't going to talk down on yourself, BayBay. You are intelligent, compassionate, and sexy as hell with an ass to die for. You're a catch." Mercedes is one hundred percent correct with everything that was said there. Cedes has always been Bayley's hype woman no matter what; they are polar opposites and the best of friends. Like Char and I, of course I am not constantly trying to sleep with my bestie. I am the wrong gender to attempt that.
"I haven't known you for long, but I can definitely see why Cedes hyped you up before we got here." The goth woman spoke, a strong British accent catching me off God, I wasn't expecting that, but she got hotter after speaking.
The purple haired woman gestured over to her companion. "Becks, this sexy crumpet is Saraya. Saraya, this is our friend Becky, and before you ask, I have been trying to figure out if the carpet matches the drapes. She won't tell me." The woman known as Saraya chuckled at her remark and I rolled my eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Saraya."
"So, I was on my journey to locate Toni Storm whenever I ran into this sexy thing here-"
"WAIT! Toni Storm was there last night?! God damn, I'd eat that ass every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Why did you not tell me?!" The British woman exclaimed, shaking Cedes a couple times.
Mercedes composed herself and grabbed a hold of her companion. "I mentioned it to you countless times, but hold up, Becks, you didn't see any of the Hustle Girls there last night, did you?"
"I don't believe I did, I am assuming it was a rumor." I lied through my teeth. I didn't see any others there honestly, only Daisy. Then again, it's not like I'm really looking around for them either.
"You were there awfully late last night, weren't you? Did something happen? Did Becks get some.." She gave me a big smile, doing the scissoring motion with her hands. Do I have that supposed 'after sex glow'? All sets of eyes are now on me, great, I'm not telling them anything.
"No. I crashed at Ronda's place, so I didn't have to go home. Like I said, I don't run on sex like you do."
"I see.. My mistake." Mercedes narrowed her eyes at me, scanning me from head to toe. What? Do I have any visible marks from my encounter? No. I checked; I don't have any hickeys. Does she not believe my lie? The purple haired woman smiled, looking over to the brunette. "...Hm, you would if you would stop being such a stick in the mud. Both you and BayBay need to get on some dating apps, you ladies are too pretty to be single and not letting someone bury their tongue so deep inside to worship you. I'll even help you with your profiles." Dear sweet Jesus, I know you mean well but no.
"Or you know, you two can bang each other to get it out of your system?" Saraya grinned, pointing to the two of us. Why am I not surprised that Cedes little fuck buddy would be as pervy as she is? Bayley and I exchanged a look between each other like we were entertaining the idea. We both smiled, the less they know the better.
"Oh, you are a genius, Raya! I'll get my camera to capture every single second." Mercedes exclaimed, high fiving the gothic woman. She started running back into her bedroom.
"Cedes, get back here!" Bayley said with some bass in her voice as the purple haired woman halted. She turned back to BayBay, who pointed to the sofa. "Now sit!" Her cheeks puffed out in a pout as she trudged over and planted herself on the couch. No one else can manage to do that but the brunette. I need to learn her ways. "Good girl. Nothing is wrong with both of us waiting to date and have sex. I'm focused on my career right now and Becky is focused on herself."
"But Mommy-"
"No buts Missy."
Saraya arched her brow over at her companion before her attention shifted to her phone. She let out a gasp. "Oh shit, Mercedes, I am supposed to meet up with Ruby and Hikaru in like twenty minutes. I'll have to bounce. Do you want to come with me?"
"Are they hot?" Out of all the questions you could have asked, of course, I expect nothing less. The raven-haired woman nodded her head, releasing a laugh. "Oh bet! I've never had Japanese before love you hoes!"
Mercedes had practically launched herself off the couch and grabbed Saraya's hand. She was speed walking to the door. The goth woman turned back to look at us and gave us a little wave. "Nice meeting you ladies!"
"Nice meeting you too, Saraya!"
I mean she doesn't seem that bad compared to some of the others that have been brought back. Very few women have managed multiple visits and it's better than way. Although her personality seems to be similar to Cedes, I'd like to get to know her a little better until I come to a solid opinion on her. Five to ten minutes isn't enough time. "That bitch really is something else."
"I can't figure out how you manage to live with Cedes and not murder her."
"Rebecca, I work with children. My patience is astronomically higher now." Bayley sounded so serious right now which got me to let out a small snicker. That is a very valid reason. She is around like an entire classroom of four-year-olds for five days a week. BayBay laughed, "Sometimes flashing her my tits shuts her up too."
Say what now? That baffled me for a second, sometimes I tend to forget that the brunette is not as innocent as she used to be. Mercedes' influence really has her saying some out-of-pocket shit. Heh, it's okay. I've one up her and she'll never know it, in multiple ways. "You.. Haha. I can't believe you sometimes. Mercedes has rubbed off on you."
"It was bound to happen!" Bayley exclaimed with a loud laugh, her personality has definitely evolved from the shy and affectionate girl that we first met. Although I don't believe Cedes is the best role model; it's been doing wonders to get the brunette out of her shell. Once again, the door opened, I guess Mercedes forgot something for her 'adventures'. Instead of the purple haired woman entering, it was our other best friend. "CharBar! What are you doing here!"
The tall blonde had a massive grin on her face, looking down at her phone that beeped. "WOO!" Oh? I haven't heard her do that in a hot minute, so something has definitely happened. She looked up at us, placing her cell phone back in her massive purse. "I thought I'd come back and see my favorite girls. I was on this side of town."
Charlotte was wearing a business outfit which led me to the only conclusion why she'd be stylin' and profilin' so hard. "Were you working with your dad today?"
"Yeah. He invited me to a business meeting. He wants me to start getting the hang of how the business is run. I have a client I am going to be working with and I got the confirmation now and I'm super excited!" She clapped her hands together as Bayley ran over and tackled her into a hug. Atta girl, my bestie is really going places and she doesn't even have her degree yet. I walked over and gave CharBar a hug too; I've missed her so much. I mean, we talked yesterday but that was over the phone. We broke the hug and walked into the living room, Charlotte looked over to one of the bedrooms, noticing the door was wide open. "Where's the loud horny one?"
"Left with her fuck buddy from last night. She's way chiller than the last one Mercedes brought home." I told the blonde, who didn't seem all that surprised about anything Cedes does. The last one though, goodness she was so wild. I thought we were all going to die.
"How do you sleep at night?" Charlotte deadpanned. I've tried sleeping in this apartment a couple times and lord help me, I've heard some many things I wish to unhear.
"Noise canceling earbuds, the best investment I have ever made."
"You are so smart. I think I am going to celebrate with a couple drinks. Look at this baby I picked up." The blonde reached down into her massive purse and pulled out a black bottle with a silver top on it. Pulignano was the name printed onto the black paper that wrapped around the middle, a white sketch of a grape branch and some leaves on it. Red Wine, Charlotte's favorite to drink. I don't believe we carry this brand at work, so I am eager to try some to see how it compares.
"Fuck yeah! Gimme gimme." The brunette beside me shouted; to this day, it still catches me off guard whenever BayBay curses. She used to be so pure and precious. Who am I kidding? She's still precious. I turned to look at her, "Don't look at me like that, I can't drink tomorrow night since it's Sunday. I am not going to deal with those demons hungover ever again. Saturday is my 'get wasted' day." She does make a point.
"I'll have a glass, but I do have to work tonight so I can't go crazy." You know, I really am tempted to call out of work. My legs are still sore, and I am doing my best to hide my limp. Not to mention if any of these idiots see all the marks on my back and other places. I'll have a hard time explaining all that. Charlotte poured a glass for our resident alcoholic, and she quickly took the glass and sipped.
"I got you bestie!"
Charlotte gave me the biggest smile, handing me over my glass of wine. Whoever this client that Ric managed to land is, has her in the best mood I've seen in a while. CharBar has been a little stressed lately with all the schoolwork. She doesn't have anything to worry about though she's so intelligent. There was a lingering silence for about a minute or so, I tasted the unfamiliar drink. It was pretty rich in flavor, cherries and wild strawberries and silky in texture. "So I have been thinking about going to a gym a couple times a week, do you ladies want to join?" The brunette asked, causing both of us to arch a brow over to her.
"I can sometimes yeah, what's with this all of a sudden?"
"I'm down too." This is something that we all do together as a get together a couple times a week. Realistically it would three of us working out while Cedes pretends to exercise and finds some hotties to fuck around with. At least being around other people means her attention won't be on us all the time. Love her though and she's sort of right in some regards.
"I feel like I've put on a few pounds, and I have been slacking on exercising." Bayley said with a frown, pinching nonexistent fat on her belly. The brunette isn't feeling as confident about appearance, but I think that Bayley is still gorgeous. Being told that and feeling it yourself are two different things. Did someone insult this precious bean? Who dares fill her mind with such lies?
"A personal trainer can also help with your diet and workouts that are best suited for you. But Bay, you are gorgeous. If I wasn't strictly dickly, I'd totally be wanting you as my woman. That ass to die for." That is the gayest thing I have ever heard Charlotte say in my life but she's such a good hypewoman. The tall blonde reached over and gave Bay a smack on the butt. The brunette yelped, and I couldn't help but laugh. She turned to me and pouted childishly.
"Yeah, I'll think about that too, maybe some yoga." Please, if you do yoga, can I come along and observe? For research purposes of course, I fought back a laugh knowing where my thought process was going. Can you blame me? That girl in yoga pants is a wet dream, even I can admit that. Oh my god, I sounded like Mercedes there. Fucking hell.
"But remember, you are gorgeous Bay, and I'll beat up anyone who tells you otherwise." I am not afraid to throw those hands at anyone that makes this precious woman sad. No one fucks with my friends, absolutely no one.
"And I'll bail Rebecca out of jail." CharBar added in with a cheeky laugh; she definitely would make sure to get a couple shots in after whoever I beat up is unconscious.
"Thank you! I love you ladies so much!" The brunette bounced around, pulling both of us into a three-way hug. The hug lasted for a good thirty seconds or so before BayBay broke it up. She took a big sip out of her wine glass and pointed over to the tv in the living room. "Let's go order some food and watch some movies until Becks has to leave us for her job." Right, I have to go back to normal after having a super awesome night. Considering what happened last night, maybe I should be a little more excited to go to work.