Sixty Days by Zoe Glez Page A

quickly crushed by a sudden buzzing in his pants
    “Shit, ” he mumbles close to my lips, pressing his forehead to mine.
    Giggling I tell him , “Get it, it might be important.” Groaning, he starts to reach for his phone just as it stops buzzing.
    “ Call me lucky, I get to keep kissing you. Now, where were we?” he says jokingly, his voice is husky with desire. “Come here, my heaven.” A loud consistent knock resonates on my door, interrupting us once again. I crash back down to Earth, the reality of our situation coming back to me with a smack.
    “Fuck! ” I say on the borderline of a huge panic attack.
    “Shhh, baby, calm down. I know, I know, I should of have known better,” he says, caressing my hair off my face.
    “LAYLAH! Who the hell are you talking to?” Kevin’s furious voice makes us both to jump out of bed as if he could actually see us.
    Taking a deep breath, I calm myself enough to finally answer him. “What are you talking about, Kev? I was sleeping until you decided to pound on the door like the house is on fire.”
    “Cut the act , Torres. I’m not stupid, you were talking to someone. Who’s the damn prick? Open the fucking door, so I can kick his ass!” God! Could he get more overbearing “Open the damn door, Laylah!” Glaring at Mickey, I give him a look that says, ‘I’m killing him in so many different ways in my mind right now’. Instantly, he knows he needs to intervene in some way, otherwise I’m going to burst through the goddamn door and leave my brother with the prospect of never procreating. I swear, I’m going to kill his ass.
    “Fine! But , you should know, I sleep in the clothes I was born in!” I threaten, a corner to corner smile taking over my face. Kevin can’t see me but Mickey can. And, right now, he’s trying to control his laughter
    I can hear my brother groan through the door and imagine the scowl forming on his face. “S pare me the fucking images, Laylah. Put something on and open the fucking door!”
    “Fine…just give me a minute,” I say, giving in to his demands, knowing that he won’t give up til I do.
    “Whatever…” Kev says back , calming down a little. 
    Mickey picks me up in his arms bridal style and takes us both to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” I whisper to him once we are inside the bathroom.
    “What? We can’t let him hear more than two footsteps,” he says, putting me down.
    Smiling back , I say, “Good thinking, sir.” I turn to my side and put my hair up in a messy bun. Turning my back to him, I say, “Help me untie the knot, please?”
    “With pleasure, my lady .” He starts to slowly remove the knot from the halter top of the dress. The tension from last night and this morning is palpable, my nerve endings on fire. Once he’s mastered the knot, he keeps the same pace as he slides my dress down my body until I step out of it. “You are trying to kill me,” he huskily says, groaning slightly. I can’t help but smile at his reaction to my adhesive lace, black bra and matching panties.
    “All for you, baby. All for you.” I wink at him, shaking my ass a little.
    “You’re such a tease. So… what’s the plan?” he asks, letting out a breath.
    “Ok, you stay here hide in the shower or something. Don’t you dare make a sound. Blood is hard to clean.”
    “Got it , boss. Put some clothes on before I make you break your no noise rule.” Giving him a mischievous smile, I brush my teeth and wash my face. Feeling like I haven’t tortured him enough, I sashay out of the bathroom, giving him a show.
    I quickly throw on some clothes and finally open the door. “What do you want, you pain in the ass? You look awful, by the way,” I comment, extremely irritated.
    Brushing by my side , ignoring my comment, he says, “Two things. First, mom and Mama bought some decorations and want you to put them up. Since it’s almost one in the afternoon, they sent me here to wake up sleeping beauty,” he explains while