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13 - Coffee ✔️

-Brandy

"Wouldn't it make sense to just wear the same wig from the last time?" Elijah asks, from behind me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. "No, Elijah it wouldn't. I'm sure he's expecting me to show up looking how I looked, the last time we saw each other. I'm trying to change his expectations, you know to keep him interested. Who knows, he might actually like that type of shit." I say as I continue to apply some light makeup to my face. "It's spontaneous."

"It really isn't," Elijah replies, crossing his arms.

My eyebrows raise. "You're being a baby. Stop being salty."

He looks at me in the mirror, his mouth wide open in shock. "Me? Salty?" He questions before scoffing. "Never. Especially not over Andreas."

My lips lift up in a smirk. "So you're telling me, you're not bothered at the fact that I'm getting all dolled up just to go see your cousin?" My smirk widens once I see the look on his face. "Since we're going on a breakfast date, he'll probably get a little touchy. You know, since I'm one of a kind." I turn to face him, kicking up my leg. His eyes stay glued on them. "He'll even probably touch my ass, maybe even grab it."

Elijah continues looking at my legs before he snaps out of whatever trans he was in. "It doesn't bother me." He says, moving closer. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?" I ask, leaning against the chair.

He bends down to his knees, in front of me. His hands run smoothly up and down my legs. "Because you're mine. And no, will ever be able to handle you," He bends his head down and kisses my leg. "Touch you," Kiss. "Or even fuck you like I can." Kiss. "Now stop trying to make me jealous and hurry up and finish get dressed." He says standing up.

I huff, before standing up. "I'm basically done. I'm just waiting for Michelle to bring the car."

"You have any idea what car she's bringing?" Elijah asks, facing me.

"Nope," I reply, putting on some earrings.

"You really gonna take that crap?" He questions. My eyes avert to what he's staring at and my face forms into a frown.

"Yes, Elijah I am. My doctor recommended it, so I'm taking it. Besides, if I don't take it and I do end up pregnant it's going to fuck up your plan." Picking up my purse, I turn to face him. "And I'm personally not trying to have another baby right now Elijah, especially not with everything that's going on. My life is all over the place."

Elijah says nothing. Confusion marks his face as he stares at me. He clears his throat. "I was just asking because while I was in prison I read that the pill causes vomiting and headaches, along with some other stuff. Just didn't want you to go through all that." He scratches the back of his head, something I've noticed he does countless times when in an awkward situation. "I know that you getting pregnant can affect my plan Brandy, I'm not stupid. And I'm not against you taking the pill, I'm just worried about the side effects of taking them. I didn't know that was such a problem."

My eyes close, taking in his every word. Now I felt bad, I should've never insinuated. "I'm sorry," I admit, looking away. "There was this old man at the store and he said some pretty annoying shit while I was getting the pills." Sighing, my eyes finally meet his. "I just thought that you were going to say something negative about the pills. And no it's not a problem." I pause. "It's actually kinda cute to know that you're worried about my health."