essa !!
essa’s fingers fly over the keypad on his phone; there’s not much going on tonight and needless to say essa’s bored and pretty fucking horny. he’s been up to his neck in readings and assignments and desperate for ways to blow off some steam. he’s busy typing out a text to brooke, his go-to, when the devil herself enters into his room and a smug smile stretches across his lips. “couldn’t stay away from me, could you?” he asks, biting down on his lip as he watches her make her way to him, his hands immediately coming up to hold her waist as she straddles him. his lips move with hers and he already starts making his move, hands dancing on her skin, climbing under her silk dress, but then he’s taken aback by a blow to his face. before he even has time to register whats happening, the second one comes and he brings his hand up to shied his face from the pillow. “what the fuck, brooke?!” he yells, moving out from under her, with no real effort. “explain what?!” he asks, throne by the manner in which she came to his room. “why you fucking attacked me for no real reason? because i have no fucking idea.” he says, combing his fingers through his hair as he stares at her, eyes widened with confusion. he racks his mind for reasons for her outburst, but the only thing he can come up with is the situation with blakely. “honestly, i don’t have to explain myself to you, anyway.” he says, defensively. “last i checked, we’re just friends who regularly have sex, right? so i don’t really owe you any loyalty.”
essa’s cocky remark only validates brooke’s perhaps excessive reaction to something she can’t even prove. she runs her tongue across the surface of her teeth and watches him as he scoots out from underneath her. her eyes narrow at his final comment. disgusted, she throws the pillow in his face and hops off his bed. “i’m not asking for your loyalty, dipshit,” she snaps. she crosses her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. “i’m asking you to at least have the decency to wrap your dick in something if you do stick it in another lady.” she takes in a deep breath and glances over her shoulder at the gorgeous man. “you k now birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective. or do you not know that? clearly you don’t, because you’re walking around here impregnating pretty girls like it’s nothing.” again, she can’t confirm that he’s the one that got marleigh pregnant— in fact, she has very little evidence to back up her claim, but it all makes sense in her angry little head at the moment. if dallas hadn’t slept with her yet, who else would’ve slept with her? “so you can tell me now if you’re having a baby with her. and if you are, just so you know…” she turns to face him on the bed, her index finger jabbing into the mattress to emphasize her point. “i’m not fucking someone with a baby mama.”
to say essa is even slightly confused is perhaps the understatement of the century; usually whenever brooke comes to him this pissed, he has some sort of contextual idea of what had caused it, which makes it all the more easier to manipulate the situation enough for them to have some extremely hot angry sex. however, by the look of things it didn’t seem like either party was getting laid any time soon. her words leave him perplexed, his eyebrows pucker together as he tries to make sense of the situation. “what the fuck are you talking about? birth control? i haven’t impregnated anyone.” but a slither of doubt trickles through. could he have done? he almost always uses a condom -- almost always. however, now, he was beginning to doubt himself. had he used a condom that night with esme? truth be told, there was a lot about that night he barely remembered. he’s too consumed by his own thoughts that he barely registers her final words, he stares out her, overwhelmed with shock that it snow prominent on his features. “fuck, dallas is gonna kill me.” he mutters. “are you sure she’s pregnant, esme told you herself?” her asks for clarification, unaware that they weren’t talking about the same person. “brooke, chill -- look, i’m not gonna be a dad, esme will get rid of it, i’m sure -- nothing has changed.” he attempts to console, immediately taking out his phone. “i have to go talk to here though, you stay here.”
