Post by Francine Crowe on May 30, 2018 18:27:36 GMT -5
While the boys stayed up all night into the morning hours, she decided to call it in a bit earlier, just before 11 p.m. and just before the party really started jumping. She wasn't going to go to bed alone though. While the music was still loud and people were still partying, she lured her dark eyed foreigner back to her room. The door was locked and the shades were down so her little secret with Parnell could remain in tact.
When the sun came up she could easily smell the stale beer that was spilled outside and the ashtrays that had piled up around the pool. A trashed house was not something she could move around before starting her day. As much as she wanted to sleep in, her body was forcing her to get up and clean. She knew that was the perfectionist in her, although Bryce called her OCD for it. She rolled to her side and noticed that Parnell was already out of bed and zipping up his pants.
"We've got to stop doing this," Parnell voiced with that sugary French accent.
She sat up a bit and reached out for him as he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt. Her fingers ran down his spine as she spoke. "Why baby? Is it because you think it's wrong?" She paused for a second as she smirked behind his back. "Or maybe because you know it's wrong...and you like it." That wasn't as much of a question as it was a statement but she knew he had to leave early before anyone else woke up. Not that anyone else would be up.
"You know, we could stay in a little longer if you want. Those boys ain't waking up any time soon."
Parnell chuckled as he got up, making sure his buttons were aligned. "Madam, you know as well as I do they are probably still awake and finishing off the last of the tequila. You also know that you can't stand of leaving empty bottles all over the place." He leaned down, kissed the top of her head and let his fingers tuck his shirt into his pants before offering a smoldering smile with his dark eyes. "Au Revoir Francine."
She smiled genuinely as he kissed her head and slipped out of the bedroom, listening to the squeaking of stairs as he quietly made his way downstairs, doing his best not to awaken Bryce. She couldn't be certain, but she was pretty sure he had a woman in his room and she was almost positive it was Maddie. It was a relationship she approved of.
She got up, placed a thin, silk robe around her shoulders and slipped on her soft slippers to make her way downstairs and start cleaning up. She knew the boys appreciated her efforts to keep them fed and have the house clean for them. Of course, they had to do their part for her in return and she already had something in mind for them. She wasn't even sure where to start when she came out to the pool as she saw the debris strewn everywhere. She sighed as she looked around and decided to make her way to the guest house where the boys lived. She always had a key, although most of the time the door was left unlocked on their private property. People came and went at the boys invitation and she never questioned it, but she always knew.
She went in and hit the kitchen cabinet where a brand new box of trash bags set, unopened. She chuckled low knowing that if it wasn't for her, that box would never be opened. Once she pulled out the bag she started collecting cans, pizza boxes and bottles, tossing them one at a time. Making her way into the living room, she saw clothing strewn about. Pants, underwear, a bikini top, all which led her to the couch where a naked girl was laying.
"Come on honey, time to put your clothes on and get out of here." When no response came, she nudged the girl a few times and looked at the coffee table and saw the lines of drugs and other paraphenalia that was laying around. "Jesus." She shook her head and and looked back at the girl, who still wasn't moving. She raised her voice a little more. "Hey! Wake up. You have to go home."
Still nothing.
She frowned as she went to move the girl, picking up the arm and immediately feeling how cold her skin was. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her lips were a bluish purple. She leaned in and heard no breathing and could feel the girl had no pulse. She dropped the girl's arm down as a rush of anger filled her head. "God dammit." It was clear the girl overdosed as she saw the powder around her nose and fingertips.
Storming out of the room, she moved down the hallway and started pounding on all the doors as her voice rose from the rage that was coming from inside. "Get up! Get the fuck up! All of you! Get up, put your damn pants on and get out to the living room. Now!"
When the sun came up she could easily smell the stale beer that was spilled outside and the ashtrays that had piled up around the pool. A trashed house was not something she could move around before starting her day. As much as she wanted to sleep in, her body was forcing her to get up and clean. She knew that was the perfectionist in her, although Bryce called her OCD for it. She rolled to her side and noticed that Parnell was already out of bed and zipping up his pants.
"We've got to stop doing this," Parnell voiced with that sugary French accent.
She sat up a bit and reached out for him as he sat on the edge of the bed, buttoning up his shirt. Her fingers ran down his spine as she spoke. "Why baby? Is it because you think it's wrong?" She paused for a second as she smirked behind his back. "Or maybe because you know it's wrong...and you like it." That wasn't as much of a question as it was a statement but she knew he had to leave early before anyone else woke up. Not that anyone else would be up.
"You know, we could stay in a little longer if you want. Those boys ain't waking up any time soon."
Parnell chuckled as he got up, making sure his buttons were aligned. "Madam, you know as well as I do they are probably still awake and finishing off the last of the tequila. You also know that you can't stand of leaving empty bottles all over the place." He leaned down, kissed the top of her head and let his fingers tuck his shirt into his pants before offering a smoldering smile with his dark eyes. "Au Revoir Francine."
She smiled genuinely as he kissed her head and slipped out of the bedroom, listening to the squeaking of stairs as he quietly made his way downstairs, doing his best not to awaken Bryce. She couldn't be certain, but she was pretty sure he had a woman in his room and she was almost positive it was Maddie. It was a relationship she approved of.
She got up, placed a thin, silk robe around her shoulders and slipped on her soft slippers to make her way downstairs and start cleaning up. She knew the boys appreciated her efforts to keep them fed and have the house clean for them. Of course, they had to do their part for her in return and she already had something in mind for them. She wasn't even sure where to start when she came out to the pool as she saw the debris strewn everywhere. She sighed as she looked around and decided to make her way to the guest house where the boys lived. She always had a key, although most of the time the door was left unlocked on their private property. People came and went at the boys invitation and she never questioned it, but she always knew.
She went in and hit the kitchen cabinet where a brand new box of trash bags set, unopened. She chuckled low knowing that if it wasn't for her, that box would never be opened. Once she pulled out the bag she started collecting cans, pizza boxes and bottles, tossing them one at a time. Making her way into the living room, she saw clothing strewn about. Pants, underwear, a bikini top, all which led her to the couch where a naked girl was laying.
"Come on honey, time to put your clothes on and get out of here." When no response came, she nudged the girl a few times and looked at the coffee table and saw the lines of drugs and other paraphenalia that was laying around. "Jesus." She shook her head and and looked back at the girl, who still wasn't moving. She raised her voice a little more. "Hey! Wake up. You have to go home."
Still nothing.
She frowned as she went to move the girl, picking up the arm and immediately feeling how cold her skin was. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her lips were a bluish purple. She leaned in and heard no breathing and could feel the girl had no pulse. She dropped the girl's arm down as a rush of anger filled her head. "God dammit." It was clear the girl overdosed as she saw the powder around her nose and fingertips.
Storming out of the room, she moved down the hallway and started pounding on all the doors as her voice rose from the rage that was coming from inside. "Get up! Get the fuck up! All of you! Get up, put your damn pants on and get out to the living room. Now!"