Sugar [18+]

Chapter 2

"Wren! Wren, wake up!" Whoever decided to become the demon of sleep deprivation forced me to open my eyes. After my eyes finally adjust to the light, they land on Reese, who is propped up on his elbow looking at me with a smile. What an asshole!

"You hate me!" My voice is emotional but serious. "What have I ever done to you, for you to deprive me of sleep like this?" I shout breathlessly, putting on my best pouty face.

He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

It's rare when Reese is speechless. I turn on my side dramatically so that my back is facing him.

"You know I love you," he coos, scooting closer to me, my back is once again pressed against his bare chest.

"What time is it?" I mutter, ignoring him. My kids should be home by three and boy, do I miss them.

"It's two-thirty in the afternoon," he answers, placing his head back on my pillow. "What time will the kids be home?" He asks softly as he snuggles his face in my hair.

My children go to their father's house almost every weekend. No matter how bad Maxen has treated me, he has never hurt them. Plus, he is still their father.

"He said he will have them here by three," I push back his head, flinging his arm off my hip, and climb out of bed.

"Where are you going? " He groans. He is such a nosy fucker.

"To pee if you must really know," I yell over my shoulder, "I'll let ya know when I need to take a shit too."

I hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "You're fucked up, you know that," he states from outside the bathroom door. I finish up quickly and open the door to find him standing there.

"I'm fucked up sometimes," I push past him and smirk, "but you, my friend, are fucked up all the time."

I think we are both equally fucked up. He laughs again and follows me down the hall and into the kitchen.

"Do you work today?" Reese asks as he opens the refrigerator, pulls out the orange juice, and pours himself a glass.

"Nope, I don't go back until Tuesday," I tell him and steal a drink of his juice.

"Nice, you have an amazing boss and he's super hot," he says wiggling his eyebrows up and down. His ego gets so big sometimes that I have to knock it down a few sizes.

I give him a wicked grin. His eyes lock on me as he takes a drink of his juice. I lean my elbows on the table and place my chin on my hands. "He's alright, but his arrogance makes him annoying and ugly," I smirk.

Reese chokes on his juice, spitting it everywhere. Good, serves him right, cocky fucker.

"I hope you know you're cleaning all that up," I point to the liquid mess.