Clarke and Emory met a few weeks ago and hit it off instantly. They have been best friends ever since. Emory however has had eyes for Clarke a lot longer the just a few weeks. An attempt to impress Clarke back fires and changes things for the both o...
Janet leaned back against the front door for a moment taking in everything Wissam had just said. "Damn it Clarke." She said taking a deep breath as walked back into the house and headed towards their bedroom.
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Gil sat on the bed indian style watching Clarke, smiling and shaking his head. Janet was upset but he thought it was hilarious. She had gone through the box of sex toys, found the strap on and was walking around the room in her a sports bra with strap under boxers. She started swinging back and forth at Gil laughing.
"Don't swing this way if you not gonna use it Daddy." He said laughing between his words as her fought her off. Janet entered the room. She stood there quiet for moment and just glaring at them. He straighten his face quickly, Clarke on the other hand walked over to the mirror. She was checking herself out. She flexed and smiled.
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"Babe, look... you looking? I been working out girl. Clarke gettin buff on em boy!" She said and kissed her muscles.
Gil lost it and laughed. Janet glanced at him. "I'm sorry but Clarke is lit bitch."
"I need to talk to her." Janet said. He stood up and joined her at the door.
"Okay, but be easy on her Dunk." He kissed her cheek and walked out the room then peeked his head back in. "By the way before you get too mad, you might wanna take a second look at that sexy as thang standing in front of you right now."
"Goodnight Gil." She said as she closed the door. Janet watched as Clarke wrapped herself in the furry blanket and paced around the room. She leaned against the dresser with her arms folded.
"Clarke." Janet said quietly at first, Clarke didn't respond. "Clarke!" Janet she louder. Clarke was startled by the sudden raise in her voice and turned to look at her.
"Come here." Clarke walked up to her, wrapping the blanket around herself like a cape. "You did exactly what I told you not to do. Did you willingly take these drugs because that is not the type of person I want around my son Clarke." The disappointment in her voice was evident.
"No babe I didn't take anything from anyone I swear. I only had water. There was jug sitting on the counter. I didn't know it had anything in it."
"Water Clarke? That doesn't even make any sense at all. You're clearly rolling... then you go and you attack Wissam."
"Why was he even here in the first place Janet?" Clarke said raising her voice.
"He was watching Eissa, while I went to rescue you!" Janet threw her hands in the air. "Jesus! You're like a damn child Clarke! What if I would've have showed up huh? Then what?"
"Baby I'm sorry. I was thirsty and the water was right there. Brylee didn't tell me something was in it until after I had finished it all. I freaked out. Brylee and Alicia promised to take of me. They were the ones snorting cocaine and shit not me." Clarke threw the blanket to the bed. She continued. "Before I even realized, they had pulled me upstairs. I didn't do anything with them babe I swear." Clarke looked at Janet's face. She was clearly still angry.
"I told you not to drink anything from an open container. How could you be so careless? And to trust Brylee of all people Clarke. After everything she has done to try to come between us. You're so damn gullible Clarke!" Janet shook her head turned away from her.
"I'm sorry baby. Please, you gotta know how sorry I am." Clarke said. Janet glanced up at her. Though she was mad, Clarke standing in front her, breathing heavy and half dressed was making it a lot warmer in the room. Clarke met her gaze. "Let me make it up to you... please." She said. Janet rolled her eyes. She wanted to be mad and stay mad. She tried to ignore the throbbing feeling between her legs.
"I'm upset at you Clarke. You need to be more aware of your surroundings in those kind of settings or you just don't need to go." Janet said. "Not to mention, you caused more trouble than you realize tonight. But we will talk about that in the morning." Clarke stepped in closer. Janet could feel the bulge from the strap against the front her thighs. She drew in a sharp breath.
"I don't like it when you're mad at me baby." Clarke touched her face. Janet could literally feel the heat rising from Clarke's skin. "I'm sorry Janet."
The way Clarke said her name made her push her hips forward against her. She spoke but in much sweeter tone. "Baby you have to be careful next time. This world, my world, the world of entertainment is not like any other. There a lot of things that can get you caught up quick." Janet said breathlessly.
"There won't be a next time. I'm telling Alicia to step off." She pressed into Janet closer. Janet could feel Clarke's breath against her lips. "Would I be wrong if I said I really want to fuck you right now..." Clarke asked.
"I'm mad at you Clarke." Janet said almost in a whisper.
