#drake ff

[canyoustandtherain-ff]

So...

I have some old POVs I found tied to an old iCloud I was locked out of until recently. I’m willing to do one final update and potentially a small spin off based on Cason’s character. It won’t really be a Drake Fanfic but it’s just an idea if anyone’s interested or still around. I have about 5 chaps done for it but I will more than likely end it around 10 chaps.

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Drake Short: Undercover Part Thirteen

Drake

Miracle followed me to my bedroom happily but as soon as the door closed behind us, she looked a little nervous.

“What’s wrong baby,” I asked. She blushed slightly and looked down at her feet, causing me to smile. She hadn't been this shy around me since the very beginning and it was cute.

“Nothing. I just...I don’t know. I know we've been waiting for this and I don't want to disappoint you,” She said, still looking down.

“Baby nothing has to happen if you’re not ready. I’m perfectly fine just spending some time with you. There’s no rush. But I promise there’s zero chance that you’re going to disappoint me in any way. It’s not possible,” I assured her. She looked up at me, her eyes still slightly unsure. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing it gently.

“I’m gonna go take a shower. Just relax a little bit. Find a movie or something and we can just hang out and chill when I’m done,” I said, hoping she would relax and realize nothing needed to happen tonight if she didn't want it to. I meant it when I said there was no rush. I went into the bathroom and turned the shower on before I peeled my clothes off. The dried blood made them stick to my skin slightly and taking them off felt like ripping off a bandaid but I was happy to do it. I would much rather be covered in someone else’s blood and know this was all over than be standing here trying to figure out who was behind trying to hurt my girl. I stepped into the shower and as soon as the water hit me, I watched as the red blood mixed with it and made it’s way down the drain. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders in more ways than one. Those motherfuckers were dead. Me and Miracle were in a much better place. I just felt more at peace than I could remember feeling in a long ass time. It had felt like an eternity since I wasn't worried about anything and I hoped it would continue for a long time. I washed my body quickly, ready to get back to my bed next to Miracle. I was perfectly content just to lay with her tonight. More than okay with it. I was rinsing shampoo from my hair while I let the warm water relax me even further when a breeze hit me. I turned around to see where the cold air had come from and Miracle was standing there with the door open.

“What baby,” I asked, wiping the water from my face with my hand. I had never seen the look she had in her eyes before. She just stared at me for a long moment, her eyes raking down my naked body. I just stood there, trying to figure out what she was doing.

“Come here,” She mumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the shower. My wet body crashed into her as I stumbled out, soaking through the tank top and shorts she was wearing. She grabbed my head pulling me into a kiss unlike any we had ever shared before. Her tongue explored my mouth, taking control in a way she normally never did. My hands found her hips, holding her tightly in place against me. Her back was pressed against the counter and I used the opportunity to lift her up so she was sitting on it, never moving my lips from hers.

“What’s gotten into you baby? You were so nervous a minute ago,” I asked between gasps for air when we finally both came up for oxygen. She shrugged her shoulders and gave me a small smile.

“I just know you’re probably a lot more experienced than I am in this sorta thing so I just let myself worry about everything I could do wrong but I do want to do this Drake. I’ve been waiting for this for months now. I need this. I’m not going to let my nerves get in the way,” She said quietly, looking me straight in my eyes while she spoke. I knew she had only been with one or two guys and she was right, I had my fair share of fun back in the day but I didn’t care about any of that now.

“Miracle I don’t care about how much experience either of us has. All I care about is right now, this moment. You and me. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do this because I want to, I have no problem with waiting,” I said hesitantly. I just had to double check that she wasn't just doing this for me. I wanted it to be for her too. I wanted to be sure she wanted me because I never wanted her to have a single regret about this moment. Her smile widened slightly.

“You know how much I love you,” She asked. I chuckled.

“Probably just slightly less than I love you,” I countered. She raised an eyebrow at me, a devilish little grin covering her face.

“Show me then,” She said, pulling me back into her. After that, every ounce of restraint that I had was gone. Every single thing I had been holding back for months went out the window. I didn't want to have sex with Miracle before her dad knew about us, I was too worried he would find out. I didn't want to do anything when someone was actively coming after her because I knew she never felt completely safe or at ease and I wanted her to for this. But now we were here and all those factors were gone. Now here I was standing naked in my bathroom standing between her legs, with her asking me to take her. And that’s exactly what I was going to do. I grabbed the hem of her tank top as her tongue worked it’s way into my mouth.

“You gotta catch up baby,” I mumbled against her lips as I pulled it up. I separated from her for just a second, just long enough to pull the shirt off completely. When I moved back in, I kissed along her jaw before moving down to her neck, biting and sucking her skin lightly.

“Babe...no hickeys,” She said between small moans. I smiled against her skin.

“You don’t think your dad knows exactly what’s going on in here,” I asked with a smile as I lifted my head so I could look at her again. She rolled her eyes at me.

“I’m sure he has an idea but I don’t really want to flaunt to him for sure that I definitely fucked his right hand man,” She said. I bit my lip when she mentioned fucking me. Holy shit I was ready for it to finally happen. I leaned back down and kissed her neck roughly, biting into her skin a bit before I soothed the wound with my tongue.

“Are you sure it’s not worth it,” I teased, even though I knew I didn't plan to leave any marks on her. Above her collarbone anyway. Everything from shoulder to knee was all mine. She moaned, like really moaned into my ear for the first time and I swear the world stopped turning for a second. That sound, fucking shit that sound. I wanted to listen to it on a loop every night when I went to sleep.

“Please,” She gasped as I kissed the spot again and my hand moved between her thighs, creeping closer and closer to were I wanted to be.

“Please what baby,” I asked as I kissed my way back up to her ear.

“I need you baby. I need you to touch me,” She begged. Fuck, her begging was almost too much for me to handle. She sounded so cute and innocent but so fucking dirty and sexy at the same time.

“I think I should take my time. Maybe you haven’t waited long enough,” I said with a small laugh, knowing she had waited more than long enough. But she definitely surprised me with how bold she was when she reached her and between my legs and grabbed me firmly in her hand. I sucked in a deep breath at the feeling of her hand around me for only the second time ever. She looked me dead in my eyes.

“Don’t tease me,” She warned, her hand slowly started to move back and forth with my dick still tightly in her grasp. My grip on her thighs tightened and I wondered how something as simple as this, something kids did in the backseat in 9th grade could feel so good when it was with the right person.

“Oh you're bold now, huh,” I asked. She gave me a look filled with sass.

“Maybe I am,” She said with a small shrug. I swatted her hand away from me, letting myself move closer in between her legs.

“You’re over here thinking you run shit, yeah? Like I can't have you in the palm of my hand in a second,” I said. She opened her mouth to say something but just as she did, I ripped her shorts and panties to the side and dove two fingers straight into her. Her mouth turned into an O shape and whatever sentence she had been ready to say had clearly flown out of her head. I smirked at her reaction but was a little lost in my own world too, it was the first time any part of me had been inside her. It made me think of what it was going to feel like to have other parts of me inside her. Fuck. I moved my fingers in and out of her steadily, hearing her breathing get more intense in my ear. I pulled away slightly so I could see her face. I watched the way her jaw fell open as I curled my fingers inside her, trying to find the spot I was looking for. I knew I hit it when her eyes rolled back slightly and my name mixed with a moan fell from her lips.

“Draaaaaaaake,” She dragged out, and I felt the noise straight between my legs.

“You like this baby? I just wanna make you feel good,” I mumbled against her lips as I leaned in to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth.

“No one’s ever made me feel like this. Don’t stop. Please Drake. Just like that baby, fuck I’m right there,” She said frantically. I picked up the pace of my hand, trying to push her over the edge. I felt her tighten around my fingers and I let out a small groan myself. The sound she made when she came was unlike anything I’d ever heard. I’d had more than my fair share of women, I’d listened to plenty of women cum screaming my name but holy shit this was something entirely different. It always was with Miracle, she had always been different. I looked at her, a lazy smile gracing her lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“I might have underestimated you,” She said with a smirk. I chuckled quietly as I gripped her hips and lifted her off the counter. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her back to the bedroom. She leaned in and kissed my neck, sucking at my skin lightly.

“Remember what you said about hickeys,” I reminded her. She lifted her head so she was looking into my eyes again.

“Tell him where you got them from,” She dared me before he hot tongue went back to my neck. I laid her down gently on the bed, her lips never leaving me. She kissed the spot under my ear and I felt my dick twitch slightly against her thighs and she smiled against my skin.

“Interesting,” She said quietly. I hooked my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me while my other hand supported my weight over her.

“I love you. You know that, right,” I said quietly, looking directly into her eyes. She reached up and put both hands on my cheeks, smiling at me.

“I’ve never doubted you for a minute. Even when you thought I did. Even when things were bad and I was upset, I still knew you loved me. And I loved you the whole time too,” She assured me. My heart swelled at her words. I was glad to know she had never questioned my feelings because they had always been genuine. I loved her more then anyone, I would do whatever it took to prove that to her from her on out. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue quickly tangling with hers again. She reached one hand around to the back of my head, holding me in place. Eventually I pulled away slightly so we could both suck in a deep breath.

“Are you sure baby,” I asked one last time. She surprised me when she flipped me over onto my back and straddled my waist. I bit my lip, something about her taking charge of a situation was always so sexy to me.

“You don't think I want you more than anything right now,” She asked. She didn't even give me a second to answer her before I reached underneath her and put my dick in her hand, stroking me gently before she lined me up with her entrance. She pushed herself down until her pelvis touched mine and I swear I saw stars for a second. She moaned loudly, the sound echoing throughout the otherwise quiet bedroom. The only other sound was the sound of the shower still running in the bathroom, because I had been too distracted to turn it off.

“Fuck Miracle,” I groaned as she started moving her hips against mine. I had high exceptions of what the first time would be like for us, just because of all the chemistry we had. But this exceeded all my expectations. I had her hips tightly in my hand, my fingernails digging lightly into her skin. I sat up so we were both sitting on the edge of the bed. I needed to be able to kiss her. I held her tightly against me, ignoring the fact that my body was already started to overheat.

“I love you,” She moaned against my lips and I started to moving her hips faster against me. I kissed her hard.

“I’m gonna marry you, you know that right? You’re gonna be my wife,” I said, my voice sounding rough and hoarse. I looked into her eyes and saw the tears forming in the corners. I stopped moving, stilling her hips with my hands.

“Baby don’t cry come on,” I whispered as I kissed her cheeks. She smiled at me, her eyes still misty.

“I just love you so much,” She said quietly. With one hand on her lower back and the other on her thigh, I flipped us back over so she was on her back again, still inside her the entire time. She moaned lightly at the movement.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” I said as I pulled almost all the way out of her and pushed myself back in quickly. She threw her head back against the comforter that was now a lot less neat than it was when we first came in here. I moved slowly in and out of her, I wanted her to feel each stroke. I wanted her to feel better than she had ever felt, I didn't want there to be any chance that another man had ever made her feel as good as me. The moans rolled off her tongue consistently, making me feel good about myself but I wasn't satisfied. I wanted her to scream. I grabbed her right leg and moved it onto my shoulder, allowing me to hit a whole different angle.

“Oh fuckkkkkk,” She moaned out, her voice louder now. I smiled slightly as I continued my strokes. I could feel her already starting to tighten around me and I knew I was only going to last so much longer before I lost control. I started to move faster as she raked her nails down my naked back. I tried to focus on the sting in an effort to make myself last a little longer but I knew it wasn't going to work. So instead I just focused on making her cum before I did. I reached between us, using my finger to rub her clit quickly while I continued thrusting wildly in and out of her. Her mouth opened wide but no words were coming out.

“Talk to me baby,” I grunted out. I needed to hear her, I had to. I felt the muscles in my stomach tense up and I knew I was close. But based on the way she was fitting me like a glove, I knew she was just as close as I was.

“Drake...I can’t...oh shit,” She mumbled incoherently.

“Just let it go baby. I’ve got you,” I assured her as I gave her clit one last pinch. That was what did it. She screamed my name out as her orgasm crashed over her. I was right before her, mumbled curse words into her skin as I emptied myself inside her. We were both still for a few long moments, both breathing heavily as we tried to catch our breath. The sweat that covered both of us caused our bodies to stick together as I peeled myself off of her and flopped down on the bed beside her. She looked at me, and I swear I could see the love in her eyes.

“Come here,” I mumbled, puckering my lips to let her know I wanted a kiss. She leaned into me, pressing her lips against mine.

“I hope it was worth the wait,” She said when she pulled out of the kiss.

“You’re always gonna be worth the wait babe,” I promised her. I kissed her one more time before I stood up and went to go turn the shower off before I fell asleep and her dad’s water bill was outrageous. I turned the shower off and walked back into the bedroom and into my closet so I could grab a pair of boxers. I came back to the side of the bed and smiled at Miracle as she laid sleepily on top of the sheets.

“Here baby,” I said, handing her a t-shirt I had grabbed for her to wear to bed so she didn’t get cold. She sat up and took it from me, pulling it over her head. As she did, I noticed the marks I had left on her collarbone and chest which caused me to smirk.

“What,” She asked with a giggle. I shook my head.

“Nothing. Just don't wear a tank top around your dad for a few days,” I said as I pulled back the sheets and lifted her up easily, laying her down on the pillows. She rolled her eyes at me.

“What did I tell you,” She asked with another laugh. I climbed in the bed next to her.

“I didn't hear any complaints,” I said, licking my lips.

“Don't get cocky now,” She said, still laughing at me as she scooted closer to me and laid her head on my chest. We just laid there in silence after that and shortly after I heard her light snoring fill the room. I smiled as I looked down as her sleeping peacefully. This moment was everything to me. I wanted to lay with her like this for the rest of my days on Earth, and I finally felt like nothing was in my way.

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Ex Factor Chapter 18

Aubrey's Pov

It was the day of my soft opening for Frings, and this shit was still blowing my mind. Everything was so surreal; having my own restaurant in my home town, and on top of that, talks of a Vegas residency… your boy is really doing big things. I had my entire OVO family and my son was on the way to celebrate with me, only person missing is Raven. To tell the truth, I’m kind of relieved she can’t make it, so now I don’t have to worry about her and Ava butting heads. I know I'm gonna have to come clean soon, especially with all of these flashing cameras in the room. Soon enough they'll be pictures posted on instagram with some blogger thinking they've caught me cheating already, and with everything still being fresh with me and Raven and knowing her the way I do, naturally she's going to jump to conclusions when she sees them. 

I've been trying to keep some space between me and Ava all night so I could avoid that, but that wasn't working too well. I only wanted to get her out of the house and around a few smiling faces so she wouldn't do anything stupid, like hurt herself but that was back firing on me. She was clinging to me all night. I leaned against the bar, waving over the bartender as Ava took a seat on the stool beside me. I can't lie, she looked beautiful tonight. I sent Courtne to pick out an outfit for her to wear tonight and when she walked through that door wearing this burgundy silk dress that stopped at her thigh, I couldn't take my eyes off of her for that moment. Old habits die hard. After the bartender poured another glass of champagne I checked my watch to see what time it was. My mom was supposed to be here with Cam by now. 

I turned to Ava who was sipping on the same glass of cranberry juice for the past 20 minutes with her face scrunched up. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting funny all night." I asked, having her roll her eyes in response.

"I don't like the way your friends are looking at me." said Ava while looking over my shoulder. I turned my head to see who she was talking about and didn't spot anyone looking our way; none of the crew were even standing nearby. "Aubrey I'm ready to go."

"Relax, you didn't even have dinner yet. If you still want to leave after that, then I will make sure you get home safely." I told her. I wasn't trying to leave right now, especially since my mom wasn't here yet. Speaking of my mother; I glanced up at the door in time to see her walking through it with Cam holding her hand while Spoons guided her through the crowd.

I made my way over to them knowing that my mom is too short to spot me. As soon as Cam laid eyes on me, he tackled my legs in a hug. Just as I was about to ask my mom why they were so late, I saw her eyes shift to my left and her cheery face turned to confusion. I glanced to my left, seeing Ava and knew that I had some explaining to do. 

“Mom, you remember Ava, right?” I asked breaking the tension. My mom slowly nodded her head remembering the conversation we had earlier.

Ava smiled, changing her entire demeanor from just moments ago. "Hello Ms. Graham, how are you?" She leaned forward, embracing my mom in a hug.

“I'm fine dear, although I wasn't expecting to you here tonight." My mom replied as she was released from Ava's grasp. "How have you been?" 

“I’m well, it’s nice seeing you again.” She spoke with her first smile I've seen all night, and then turned her attention to Cam. “Hi Cam, I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” Her fingers ran through his curly hair. I smirked looking down at the crinkle in his nose, he did not like that. 

“Hi Ms. Ava.” He quietly spoke, still with his arm wrapped securely around my leg like I was about to take off or something.

Ava bent down to his level, touching his cheek. “So are you excited about being a big brother?” She asked, making the smile on my face disappear. The way her eyes met mine I knew it wasn't just a slip of words, she did that on purpose. 

Cam stood there with confusion written all over his face, and before he could ask any questions my mom took him by the hand. “Come on sweetie, lets get you and Bubby something to drink.” The two of them walked off, not before my mom threw one last, "I told you so" look my way. She told me earlier that it was a bad idea inviting Ava tonight.

I took Ava by the hand, leading her through the kitchen and into a storage room where we could talk privately. “What the fuck are you doing? Why would you say that shit to my son?” I whispered so no eavesdroppers could hear us. 

"Aubrey, why are you so upset? It's the truth, isn't it? He's going to find out soon enough." She carelessly brushed it off and tried to get pass me to reach for the door knob and leave the room, but I stepped in front of it to block her path. This conversation was far from over. 

"He'll find out when I'm ready and after I talk with his mother." I told her. I haven't even figured out how to break the news to Raven, and I for damn sure can't have Cam spilling the beans again.

“I told you, our baby has nothing to do with Raven. She doesn't need to know my business.” She argued back, raising her voice at me. 

I took a deep breath, trying not to let this situation get out of hand and have her cause a scene at my opening. “Look Ava, we gotta figure this out, because I'm not going to lie to Raven.” I calmly tried to reason with her. Catching an attitude, Ava just pushed me out the way and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. I stood there in confusion for a moment. How the hell do I keep digging myself in these holes. And who the hell is this woman? It must be the pregnancy hormones, because this isn't the Ava I was dating.

After the party I had Ryan take Ava home, and of course they both gave me shit about that, but I couldn't be around her any longer. She was trying so hard to pick a fight with me the rest of the night and I wasn't trying to give her the ammunition to do so. I hopped in the car with Spoons to take my mom home, with Cam knocked out in the back seat. My phone started vibrating in my pocket, when I took it out I saw Raven’s name on the screen. She’s probably checking in on Cam.

“Hello...” I yawned into phone. It's been so long of a night, I didn't even realize how tired I was. 

“Hey, you sound exhausted. Where are you?” Her soft voice came through phone, sounding like she was in a good mood.

“In the car, taking my mom home.” I glanced over at my mom who was falling asleep herself.

“So, was the opening a success?”

“Yeah, you can say that. Wish you were here with me though.”

“I know, but my flight was delayed so I landed in Toronto late.”

“It's cool, I-" I paused for a second, letting her words settle in. "Wait, what? Where are you?” I asked, making her laugh on the other end.

“Well right now I’m at the condo, in your bed naked, but I can’t say how long I’ll be this way. I'm starting to get a little sleepy myself.”

“Yeah right, stop playing Raven.” I laughed it off. I was just on her instagram an hour ago and she was posted up in her hotel in, New York. A few seconds later I felt my phone buzz with a notification; a text from Raven. I opened the message and sure enough she was in my bed with damn near nothing on. I put the phone back to my ear, “I’ll be there in 20, so don’t move." I told her before hanging up. I'm not sure what's gotten into Raven, but I like it.

When I got to the condo, all of the lights were out. I didn't tell the crew why they had to get a hotel tonight because I didn't feel like all of the question about me and Raven, and our current situationship. Hell, I don't even know what we are right now, but whatever it is, it got us moving in the right direction, and as you know I'm all for that. 

As I walked through the kitchen, I tossed my phone and wallet on the counter and headed towards the bedroom. My hand touched the doorknob, easing the door open to see lit candles all around the room. Raven laid in the middle of the bed wearing a black lace bra and matching panties with a smile on her face.

"Damn, that was quick. Did you run all the red lights?" She asked as she sat up on her knees.

"Every last one." I leaned down to kiss her lips. Damn she smelled good. "What are you doing here? I thought you had interviews and all that?"

Raven just shrugged her shoulders as she reached for my belt buckle, undoing it as she spoke. "Well, I cancelled to be here with you." She said as she slid the zipper down to my pants.

I looked down at Raven, staring at every curve of her body. In this moment, I didn't want anything or anyone else but her. "I could get used to coming home to you like this." I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Her eyes roamed from my chest, traveling lower making her bite her lip. Raven leaned in, touching her soft lips against my neck. "I'm not trying to ruin the moment, but I have to ask." She stopped kissing my neck to look at me. At this very second I had everything I could want, but I needed to know if it's real. "What are we Raven? What are we doing right now?"

Raven smiled, pulling me down on the mattress. she climbed on top of me, straddling my lap as she placed her hands on my chest, looking me dead in the eyes. "Look Aubrey, I know I said lets takes things slow, but slow never really worked for us. When I said that I was ready to give us another try, I meant it; no regrets. I'm all yours and you are mine." She leaned down, kissing me softly on the lips to seal her words. Finally, I had my woman back.

One Month Later  

I can't tell you how long it's been since Raven and I have been on the same page. We've been  together almost everyday since we got back from Toronto, and Cam's been loving every second of constantly having me and his mom around at the same time. We're still back and forth between houses because of course, Raven isn't ready to take that step and move back in, but I get it. I could almost say everything is just right... almost. Me and Raven still have to go to the judges marriage counselling before he'll grant the divorce and on top of that I still haven't spoken to Raven about the baby. Now before someone starts thinking the wrong thing about me keeping secrets, this isn't like before. I want more than anything to tell Raven about Ava being pregnant, but Ava made it clear to me before I left Toronto that if I told Raven about the baby before she's ready, she would shut me out completely, as in out of our child’s life and I wasn't trying to have that type of drama. So instead, I kept everything low key and we only communicated about doctor appointments.

Now that everything had died down and the restaurant was up and running I was now back to the music side of business. There's some ideas that been stuck in my head, so 40 sent some beats over so I can get them out. I sat in the studio with music blasting as I wrote down some lyrics that popped in my brain. I kept it going until I had the hook perfected. The door of the studio opened, I looked up just as Raven was walking in, in her pajama shorts and OVO t-shirt with feather in her hair. I laughed at the sight of her making, Raven roll her eyes.

"Good morning. Why do you have feathers in your hair?" I asked, making Raven pick at her curls, making some of the feather fall out.

"Cam decided to wake me up with a pillow fight. Needless to say, I won." said Raven as she approached me to sit on my lap.

"You ready for marriage counselling tomorrow?" I asked, causing her to roll her eyes yet again.

Raven didn't take to the counselling like I did. She acts like a kid who doesn't want to go to school whenever it's time for our sessions. "To be honest, I don't see the point of continuing these sessions. We've already decided to work things out, I don't see why the judge won't just annul the marriage so we can move forward with a clean slate."

"Well we only have three more weeks, that's only three sessions; besides the I think it's been helping how we communicate with each other. Like now... I would like to share with you, my wife that I am hungry and would like it very much for you to make breakfast..." I asked, making Raven laugh. You see, we've been practicing being open and honest when expressing ourselves, along with listening and relating to our partner.

"I hear you and I do understand that you've been up all night working, and you're hungry; I too have hunger, and if I remember correctly, it's your turn to cook breakfast." She replied.

I thought about it for a moment...she was right. "I guess we're having Fruit Loops."

"You and Cam can have Fruit Loops, I have left over buffalo wings from last night."

"Damn babe, buffalo wings for breakfast? What's up with you and spicy food?" I asked. For the past couple of weeks she's been eating weird shit. She literally walks around with a small bottle of hot sauce in her bag. I saw her pull it out the other day to sprinkle some on a slim jim. At first I thought she was pregnant, which scared the hell out of me, but then I remembered, Raven's on birth control. Thank God.

Raven just brushed off my question, and asked me to play her some of the music I'd been working on all night. As she listened, I pulled my phone out to scrolled through instagram. Not  even a minute went by and of course a Shaderoom post caught my eye. It was a picture that Michael posted on his page of Raven, sitting on his lap wearing a bikini with a caption of "WCW" under it. Of course the Shaderoom reposted it to start some shit, knowing that it's public knowledge that Raven and I are back together.  

“Why is he posting you on instagram like y’all still together? This shit really starting to piss me off Raven.” I gave Raven my phone to show her the post. This nigga has been doing blatant disrespectful shit like drunk texting and calling her phone in the middle of the night, and sending her flowers; like I don't even exist. I know Raven wants me to chill because he got his little feelings hurt, but there's only so much I'm gonna let slide.

“Baby relax, I can’t control what he post and it doesn’t matter any way, you’re the one I’m here with.”

“It does matter. It’s been over a month a he still doesn’t get that y’all are not together. This is why I don’t want you around him.” Raven's been doing a press tour for Creed 2, so that means he gets to be around her when I'm not around. I'm not stupid, if he's still calling trying to get her back, I know he's trying it in person too.

“Aubrey you know I have to work with Michael and that’s all it ever is., so can we please not argue about Michael tonight.”

“I’m just saying Raven, either you gonna say something to him or I will-” She kissed my lips to shut me up. When Raven broke the kiss she had a playful smile on her face.

“No more talk about Michael, okay?" She asked. I nodded my head, letting it go... for now. Just as she was about to say something else, her phone rung. She looked down at the screen, and jumped up from my lap. "Shit." Raven cursed under breath.

“I swear, if it’s him again--”

“Relax it’s, Tiana. Chubbs is stressing her so she wants to get out of the house. I told her I'd pick her up at this morning.” She said as she tried to walk out the door, but I grabbed Raven by the waist, pulling her back to me.

“What about our plans?” I asked as I kissed Raven's neck, making her giggle.

“Aubrey, we didn’t have any plans today.”

“Trust me, I got plans for us.” My hands dropped down from her waist moving lower but Raven grabbed my wrist, wriggling out of my reach.

"Later, I promise." She gave me a quick peck on the lips and backed away.

“Fine, go be with Tiana. While you're at it, tell her to stop tripping on my boy.” I said to her as she turned to leave the room with a smirk on her face. Even though I'd rather be chilling with Raven today, deep down I do hope she can talk some sense into her friend, because I'm gonna lose my mind if Chubbs keeps calling me at 3 o'clock in the morning. At this point I mind as well be apart of the relationship too.

Raven's Pov

After allowing Aubrey to talk me into making breakfast, I took a hot shower; throwing on something casual to pickup Tiana. 35 minutes into the drive to West Hollywood, I was finally pulling into the guest parking of her and Chubbs complex. She called me last night to update me on yet another installment of their drama, so I invited her out with me today. You see, Tiana’s still feeling some type of way about her and Chubbs not being on the same page in regards to marriage. It’s been over a month and she’s still in her feelings about it. As her friend, I do understand her side and why she’s hurt; no one deserves to be strung along. On the other hand, no one should be forced into making a life changing decision out of fear of losing someone. It’s basically a lose, lose situation unless someone compromises.

The doors of the elevator opened once I got to the 7th floor. As soon as I stepped off, I heard muffled shouting. I hoped that it wasn’t them yelling loud enough for their neighbors to hear, but that went out the window once I reached their door. I guess I’m right on time because they clearly need some space. I knocked on the door hard enough to be heard over the noise and sure enough, the voices stopped. A minute or two went by before the door swung open.

“Hey girl, I thought you were coming at 11:30?” Tiana asked with a fake smile like she just wasn’t in here calling Chubbs everything but a child of god.

“I’m only 5 minutes early T. Is everything okay?” I glanced around the apartment, spotting broken plates and glasses on the floor.

“Something like that.” She said as she stepped over the glass like it wasn’t there to grab her bag from the couch. “You ready?”

“Yup, I just-”

“Tiana, we’re not finished talking.” Chubbs emerged from the bedroom, cutting me off just as I was about to ask to use their bathroom.

“Hey Chubbs.” I smiled and waved, trying to cut the awkward tension but it did little to help.

“I’m done talking. I’m going out with Raven so don’t wait up.” She coldly responded to him. Without speaking a word of goodbye, she grabbed her keys and walked out the door leaving Chubbs with a blank stare.

“Ok...bye Chubbs.” I said to him as I slinked out behind her. I kind of felt sorry for him.

The elevator ride to the parking garage was silent. Tiana just leaned against the wall with her lip poked out and arms folded across her chest. We made it down to my car, and she got in, slamming the door so hard I thought the glass would shatter.

“Um, I know you’re upset but damn, don’t take it out on my door.” I said as I put my seat buckle on. She sighed, turning down HER and Daniel Caesar on the radio, just as I was about to turn it up.

“I’m sorry girl. This boy just got me so irked.”

“I can see that. What happened now?” I prodded to get more info on the drama. She wasn’t able to go into detail last night over the phone. Nothing like a nice car ride and R&B music to get you to open up to your best friend.

“I think Chubbs is cheating on me.” She replied while staring out the window.

“Are you serious? What makes you think that?”

“How else would you explain his unwillingness to fully commit?” She argued back, making me chuckle a bit. I swear she can be over dramatic at times.

“T, we talked about this. If Chubbs isn’t ready to pop the question, it just.. means he isn’t ready to pop the question. You can’t force that man down the aisle if he’s not mentally ready to make that lifetime commitment just yet. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you and it damn sure doesn’t mean he’s cheating.” I reasoned, hoping to get through her thick skull for the umpteenth time.

Tiana sucked her teeth, “Whatever, you sound just like him.” She once again folded her arms across her chest, acting like a big kid. I don’t know how Chubbs deals with this.

“Suck your arms and suck your teeth all you want, but you know I’m right. Look at it this way, wouldn’t you want him to be man enough to tell you that he isn’t ready, rather than lead the both of you down a road that he isn’t too sure about?” I asked. She dropped her arms, finally letting my words sink in.

“I guess I can apologize to him later.” She mumbled under her breath. I just shook my head. I hope that’s one hell of an apology. “Anyway, are we going to lunch or something?” She asked, which surprised me that it took this long. I never got around to telling her exactly where we're going.

“Yes, we're going to lunch, but first I want you to go to my doctor appointment with me.”

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Look in the outside zipper of my bag.” I instructed. Tiana reached to the backseat to grab my bag to place it on her lap. Unzipping the zipper, she reached inside and pulled out a white stick. “Why am I holding a pregnancy test?” Her questioning eyes drifted over to me. I glanced over at Tiana, giving her a look that made her eyes widen. She turned the test over giving it another look. “Bitch! You’re pregnant!” She shouted. Her jaw dropped, frozen in shock before a big smile spread across her face.

“I have my first ultrasound today and I wanted you to come with me.” She leaned over to hug me, causing me to swerve a little in traffic. Horns blared behind us as I got back in my lane. “Uh, could you not get us into an accident.” I joked, making her laugh as she readjusted in her passenger seat. It felt right having Tiana with me. Our relationship was finally getting back to where it used to be.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited for you and Aubrey. When did you--” She stopped mid sentence, her head tilted to the side in confusion. “Wait a minute, not that I’m not happy to be here sharing this moment with you, but why isn’t Aubrey here?” Tiana asked. I was hoping she wouldn’t notice his absence so soon.  

“Uh, because he doesn’t know, and I want to keep it that way… for now.” I quickly blurted out, not making eye contact with her. I turned up the radio in hopes to brush over the subject, but she turned it back down.

“And why is that? He’s always joking about getting you pregnant again, I’m sure he’ll lose his mind when he finds out.”

“Actually, he just might.” I pensively spoke, staring off into traffic. We approached a red light and I turned to my right to see Tiana’s eyes glued on me, waiting for an answer. I took a deep breath and just let it out. “I’m not sure if Aubrey is the father.”

Tiana was frozen. If it was n’t for the slow blink her eyes did I would've thought she turned into a statue. “Um, you wanna run that by me again...”

The light changed and I continued down the road as I went on with the details. “Well, Aubrey and I slept together before Michael and I started dating, and of course me and Michael had sex during our relationship; then there’s Vegas---”

“Where you had sex with Aubrey some more, so basically you need Maury Povich on the case.” She joked at my expense. I never imagined myself in a situation like this. When I took the at home test, I just knew I was overreacting to a late period. I’ve been on birth control, Michael and I used protection; with one exception, and then there’s Aubrey who’s the wild card which leaves me completely lost.

“This is not funny, Tiana I feel like a big hoe. What the hell am I gonna do if this is Michael’s baby?” Things just got back to normal with Aubrey and I, but I don’t know what’s going to happen if this isn’t his baby. I mean, can I really expect him to just stick around.

Wiping the amusement from her face, Tiana shifted in her seat, placing a comforting hand on my thigh. “Look, lets just hope for the best and whatever’s meant to be will be. One thing for certain is, Aubrey loves you. I’m sure you two will work through whatever comes next.” She assured me, and believe it or not, it took some of the weight off of my chest. Tiana’s right, Aubrey and I have been through too much just throw it all away again. Besides, I don’t even know what the outcome is going to be yet.

“You’re right, I just need to calm down. Once I get this ultrasound and find out how far along I am, I’ll know for sure who the father is.” I said as I maneuvered into a parking in front of Dr. Baxter’s office.

Tiana unbuckled her seatbelt, “And, I thought I had drama.” She playfully mumbled under her breath as she got out of the car. Drama was an understatement. I just hope today goes my way, if not then we’ll all be seeing just how much Aubrey loves me pretty soon.    

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Drake Short: Undercover Part Eleven

Drake

It had been almost a week since Marshall and Miracle found out my secret and honestly it had been one of the toughest weeks I’d had in a long time. Marshall, even though he was giving me a second chance, still was keeping me at arm’s length. He still had me watch over his daughter but we weren’t allowed to leave for the time being, he didn't trust me to take her anywhere alone. I couldn’t blame him for that. Miracle had barely spoken a word to me the entire time. She woke up in the mornings with puffy eyes, telling me she had been crying herself to sleep most nights though I could tell by the bags under her eyes that she wasn’t getting much sleep at all. I watched her from across the room as we sat on the couch, there was a movie playing but she seemed to be barely paying attention to it. I could see how exhausted she was. But she refused to let herself fall asleep. Every time her eyes started to close, she would force them open. I didn't understand why she was torturing herself.

“You should get some sleep,” I said, breaking the tense silence in the room. We had been sitting her for hours but that was only the second thing I had said to her all day. I always told her good morning but she always ignored it so I just took that as my cue to shut my mouth and let her be. She shook her head.

“No,” She mumbled sleepily.

“Miracle come on. I can tell you’ve barely been sleeping. Don't do this to yourself,” I pleaded with her. I wanted her to take care of herself and I hated being the reason she wasn't.

“I can't sleep, okay? Just leave it alone,” She snapped at me. I sighed deeply before I stood up. I scooted closer to her, not too close though.

“Please just tell me what’s going on. Let me help,” I said quietly. She looked up at me and I could tell she was about to cry.

“I just don’t want to sleep. I’ve been having this nightmare and I just don't want to have it anymore,” She said, her voice cracking.

“What’s the nightmare about,” I asked. She shook her head.

“I don't want to talk about it,” She said, sniffling.

“Listen I know you don’t trust me right now, I understand why. I’ve given you a lot of reasons not to. But I still would never let anyone hurt you. No one’s going to touch you. I will still protect you just like I always have,” I assured her, hoping she would see that I was serious. She just looked at me and shook her head.

“Who said it’s someone else hurting me in the dream,” She said before she stood up at left the room. I had never been one to let other people’s words hurt me, but that felt like an ice pick to the heart.

...

I had a hard time sleeping later that night. Miracle’s words rang out in my head in the silence and I hated it. I hated that she was having a nightmare and I was the one who was hurting her. I wanted to tell her that I would never hurt her, that I would protect her at all costs. But clearly I couldn’t say that, because I had ruined everything for us. I had lied, regardless of my reasons, I had lied to her about some really important shit. I knew I deserved for her to be upset with me but that didn’t make it any easier on me. I pulled myself out of bed around one in the morning, deciding to go get some water since I wasn't sleeping anyway. I got close to the kitchen and I could see that there was a light on. I raised an eyebrow, knowing Marshall was always in bed relatively early and I had never seen him awake this late. I rounded the corner and there Miracle was, sitting at the counter with her head in her hands. There was an open bottle of vodka in front of her that she had obviously gotten from her father’s liquor cabinet. It was about half empty and knowing Miracle didn’t drink that often, I knew she had to have been feeling pretty wavy by that point.

“Hey,” I said quietly. She looked up at me, her eyes puffy and red. Her cheeks were stained with tears.

“Drake,” She slurred, confirming she was drunk. It was the first time she had said my name all week and I realized how much I had missed it. I just wanted her to talk to me.

“Sweetheart what are you doing,” I asked as I stepped over to her. I put the cap back on the bottle and twisted it shut.

“I can’t sleep. I just needed something to make me feel better,” She said as she swayed in her seat. I moved closer to her so I could catch her in case she lost her balance.

“This isn't going to make you feel better baby girl. I promise you that,” I assured her. I had looked for answers at the bottom of a bottle plenty of times in my life and I never found them. She studied my face for a second.

“How could you let this happen? You let me talk about marrying you, about having your kids and the whole time you were lying to me,” She asked as she sniffled quietly. I felt my body tighten as I got defensive.

“I was never lying about the way I felt, or about the future I want to have with you. Every single thing I’ve ever said in regards to my feelings for you has been one hundred percent true. It was never easy for me to lie, I hated myself every single second of it. I hated knowing I wasn't able to tell you the whole truth,” I explained, trying not to let the stress of the situation get to me. I knew she had every right to question me, I just wished she would understand how much I truly loved her and that I had meant all of that. She ran her hand across her face harshly and shoved it into her hair. I hated seeing her hurt like this.

“This fucking sucks,” She said with half a sigh. I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek because it was something to do to avoid thinking about the fact that I was entirely responsible for my own shitty karma.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated. How many times could I say that before I started sounding like a robot? She probably didn't even think I meant it even though I had said it multiple times a day, every single day. I watched her as she stared down at the counter in front of her, zoned out looking at nothing in particular. I felt the all too familiar tug in my chest when I saw her eyes fill with tears again.

“Tell me what to do. Tell me how I can fix this,” I begged her. She shook her head.

“I don't know Drake. I don't even know what’s going to make this feeling go away. Maybe I just need some space,” She said as she looked up at me. Those words definitely hurt. I was worried that giving her space was going to be the first step of her moving on from me. That idea terrified me. But I just gave her a nod.

“Okay, sure. Have your space,” I choked out, ignoring the growing lump in my throat. I was going to give her what she wanted, even if that wasn't me. I knew I had put us in this position so I really had no say in how she chose to cope with it. I looked at her for a few long seconds and I could tell she wanted me to go, so I did. I slowly made my way out of the room and back towards my room. When I rounded the corner into the living room, I saw Marshall standing at the bottom of the staircase. His eyes were tired and I could tell the sound of voices downstairs had probably woken him up. He didn't speak, and neither did I but I could tell he had heard most of our conversation based on the look in his eyes. He looked like he felt almost sorry for me, which I found surprising. I didn't expect him to have any sympathy for me at all. But after a moment I realized it most likely wasn't me he felt sorry for, it was probably his daughter. I knew it had to hurt him to see her taking this so hard, just as much as it hurt me. He loved her more than anything on Earth and to see her having a hard time had to be the worst feeling.

“Sorry sir,” I said as I stepped past him and continued towards my room. I wasn't even sure what in particular I was apologizing for. Either for waking him, breaking his daughter’s heart or betraying his trust, could've been any of that by that point. I heard him walking in the opposite direction, most likely going to check on Miracle. I stopped in the hallway, listening closely to see if I could hear anything. I heard her crying and him shushing her, most likely holding her in his arms the way I’m sure he did when she was a child. I felt my own eyes start to tear up. I was never a big crier, even when I was a kid. But something about Miracle being upset made me emotional. I just shook my head again and continued towards my room. I had a feeling there was a long road ahead of us.

...

The next morning was the first one where I woke up fully realizing that there was a significant chance that Miracle and I might not get past this. Though the whole situation I had been furiously optimistic about the idea that she had to forgive me eventually. But she didn't have to. Why should she honestly? I had done plenty of good things but this was a massive thing to ask her to overlook. I sat outside in Marshall’s backyard, staring out towards the sunrise. I normally found this time of day peaceful but not today. My thoughts were too loud to ignore and my body was exhausted. I had slept for maybe half an hour the night before, similar to the nights before that. I had tossed and turned, wishing I could have some sign of what I needed to do. I rubbed my fingers through the beard that was growing out across my jawline. I probably needed to shave but this whole disheveled look really suited my feelings in that moment I guess. I heard the patio door slid open and closed again but I didn’t even bother to turn around. I knew it wasn't Miracle, she could barely fucking look at me so she definitely wouldn't be here. I was always a cautious person, always paranoid. I watched my own back like a hawk. But lately my mind was so fogged and honestly I found it hard to care about myself. I watched Marshall step into my peripheral vision.

“You look like shit Aubrey.” His deep voice broke the silence of the morning. My heart started racing at the sound of my government name. No one here had ever called me that. No one even knew that was my real name.

“Why did you call me that,” I asked, wondering how he even found out my name. But then again, Marshall’s a connected man.

“Is that not your name,” He asked. I shrugged my shoulders.

“It is. But I barely use it,” I said. My mother was the only who called me Aubrey regularly, and I hadn't spoken to her in months. She knew I was working and that if anything happened to me they would let her know but of course she always worried. I wondered if they had contacted and told her I went on my own. Did she know how deep things had gotten? What would she be thinking right now?

“You think I didn’t do every bit of research on you I could when I found out who you were? I know things about you that you probably don't even know about yourself,” He said. I should have expected that, he was thorough if nothing else. He probably knew my blood type and my grandmother’s middle name by then. I just nodded, not sure what to say to him at this point. I didn’t know what to say to anyone these days.

“You should have told me the truth,” He said somberly. I nodded again, still not looking at him.

“I know that. But you have to see why that was hard to do. I figured I would never see Miracle again,” I said with a sigh. He sat down in a chair near me.

“It would’ve been a tough pill to swallow but at least it would’ve came from you. You have to see why it hurts Miracle and myself, to know that you came here to ruin both of our lives,” He said. I understood why he felt betrayed, I really did. But he had to see things from my point of view.

“I get that, I do. I can’t imagine trying to trust someone who you came here with the intentions that I did. But once I realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed, that you weren't what everyone had always made you out to be, I was already in too deep. I didn’t know if you would even believe that I was done with that part of my life and committed to being here, why would you? I tore myself up every single day trying to figure out what to do. I opened my mouth a hundred times to tell Miracle because I wanted to. I can't tell you how much I didn’t want this secret. But what the hell was I supposed to say,” I asked, throwing my hands up in the air. I found myself getting frustrated at this whole situation. I wanted to fix it but I had no idea how.

“Maybe she would have taken it better if you had been the one to come out with it,” Marshall reminded me.

“Yeah. And maybe it would have turned out just like this. With the woman I love more than anything on this planet wanting nothing to do with me. Maybe I should just leave. I don't want to keep making this harder on her,” I said, leaning forward in my chair and putting my head in my hands. I wondered if there was any real right answer to this situation. What would have been the right thing to do that ended with no one getting hurt?

“If you’re willing to throw in the towel this easily, then maybe you should Drake. You’re right, my daughter might never be able to forgive you. But maybe she will. If you’re okay not knowing the answer, then you’re right. You should just go,” He said. I felt like his words came down on top of me like a mountain.

“Marshall you know as well as I do that I don't want to go. I love her, I’d do anything for her. But I don't want to keep putting her through this if we're never going to see the other side,” I explained. He just looked at me for a long second before he spoke.

“And what if she’s feeling conflicted right now? What if she wants to trust you again but she's not sure she can? If you leave, that’s it Drake. She’s never going to forgive you,” He said. I knew he was right, deep down I knew. I knew I didn't want to leave and that even if I did, I would only hurt Miracle more. But I was still  so confused about what the right answer was.

“Do you think I can fix this? Honestly, do you,” I asked. I just wanted him to tell me this wasn't all for nothing. I wanted someone to tell me that I hadn't lost everything that mattered to me. He shrugged his shoulders, looking at me with what I almost thought could be pity in his eyes but I wasn't sure.

“I’m not sure. She's having a hard time right now. It could pass, but you have to realize that there’s a chance that it won’t,” He reminded me. I just nodded once before I stood up from my seat and walked back to the sliding glass door. I didn't know what to do anymore.

...

I felt myself drawing further and further away from Miracle in the days after Marshall and I had that conversation outside. I loved her, I wanted to be with her. She knew that. But I wasn't going to force myself on her. I couldn’t keep begging her because it was getting me nowhere. I was speaking to her less. Spending almost no time with her. I kept an eye on her when she was in the house but from a distance that was more comfortable for both of us. I knew she was hurting and I was doing my best to respect that but I wasn't having an easy time either. I knew I had put myself in the situation I was in but I really had been just trying to do the best I could do at the time. I sat in the kitchen, slightly out of view of Miracle who had been sitting on the couch and reading one of her textbooks. I wanted to make sure she was safe without invading her space too much. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway towards the kitchen. I quickly recognized them as Marshall’s. He rounded the corner and I immediately stiffened when I saw the concerned look in his eye.

“What’s wrong,” I asked, standing up from my seat.

“I’ve been having one of my guys keep an eye on Chris since I kicked him out. Not all the time because I didn't want him to get suspicious and I know he would know what to look for when it comes to being tracked. But I needed to see what he was up to, who he was speaking to. I haven't written him off as a threat to my daughter,” He explained. I felt my fists involuntarily clench at the mention of Chris’s name. That son of a bitch is the one who started this whole fire I was walking through in the first place. Marshall was one hundred percent right for not writing him off as a threat just because he was out of the house. The last week or so Chris was at the mansion, he really rubbed me the wrong way. He was definitely up to something.

“Why didn't you tell me about that,” I asked. The whole reason Marshall had convinced me to stay here was to help him figure out who was trying to hurt his family but how was I supposed to do that if I didn't know everything?

“At the time I was still very upset with you. I wasn't sure I could still trust you. I figured I would let you know things on a need to know basis. But now you need to know,” He said. That was fair, I can admit that. Marshall seemed more tense in that moment then I could remember him being in a long time. That made me incredibly nervous.

“What the hell did you find out,” I asked, almost afraid of the answer. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around. Part of this whole situation with Chris and me had made Marshall really unsure about who he could really trust. He seemed to second guess everyone lately. Yet another thing I felt guilty about.

“He’s been meeting with someone every couple days. Different places every time, coffee shops, restaurants, parks. But always in different parts of town, like they’re purposely trying to make sure no one takes any notice of them. Drake, after everything came out about you I did my research. I looked up every single detail I could about your life and your career.  During my research, I stumbled upon a profile for one of your superiors. A man named Tucker,” He said. I felt my heart drop when he mentioned Tucker’s name. I had known him for years, he was the most upstanding, by the book person I knew. What was Marshall trying to say?

“What about Tucker,” I asked cautiously, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

“Chris has been meeting with him. I don't know how they would even be connected or why Chris would be talking to someone from the FBI with the past he has. But its shady,” Marshall explained. I felt like someone had knocked the wind out of me. Why the fuck would Tucker be meeting with some nobody who used to run drugs for Marshall? He had nothing good enough to send Marshall away for good for, no proof of anything anyway. He could try to say Marshall killed the guy who broke in but he had no way of proving that. I knew Tucker was out for blood, to take Marshall away for life. Chris didn't have enough info to do that.

“Why,” I asked through my tight jaw. He shook his head.

“I don't know. But I had a friend who owed me a favor tap into Chris’s phone line. They’re meeting tonight,” He said.

“We’re going to be there,” I said, half asking him if that’s what he wanted and half telling him that’s what we needed to do.

“We’re going to hopefully have this figured out once and for all. I know it might be dangerous but....,” I cut him off mid sentence.

“I don't care. I’m in,” I assured him. I wanted to see for myself what the hell Tucker had to say for himself, how he was doing to justify this.

“Have you lost your damn minds,” Miracle’s voice boomed from behind Marshall. He turned around and she came into my view.

“Miracle this doesn't concern you,” He said.

“How the hell doesn't this concern me? You guys are about to run into a situation that might get you killed,” She yelled.

“I’ll go in by myself, your dad and everyone else can hang back unless things get too dicey. It’ll be fine,” I said. She rolled her eyes.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Knowing you’ll be the one putting yourself in danger,” She asked. I shrugged.

“I’m going to do what I have to Miracle. I’ll do what it takes to finally not have to be constantly looking over our shoulders,” I explained.

“He’s right Miracle. The sooner this is over, the sooner life can go back to normal. Drake, we’ll discuss more about this later on this afternoon,” He said before he stepped out of the kitchen, leaving me with his irate daughter. Did he think she would listen to me at this point? She was already not listening to me before this whole conversation.

“So what? You’re just going to run into that meeting ready for a fight with less than a day to make a plan,” She asked, putting her hands on her hips. I could practically feel the attitude in her voice.

“It’s not a perfect situation but I’ll make the best of it,” I said with a sigh. That’s all I could do. We had to work with what we had.

“Why are you doing this? Are you just trying to go out there and possibly get shot again or worse so that way I’ll worry about you and you can get back at me for being upset with you,” She asked. I felt every single muscle in my body tense when she said that. She had a lot of fucking nerve.

“If you really think I would do that, if you really at the bottom of your heart think I would ever purposely try to worry you or that seeing you hurting hasn’t been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through, then maybe it really is over between us,” I said as I pushed past her and walked out of the room.

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I’ve been thinking about getting back into this page lately. I’ve missed writing and doing this was always a really good outlet for me. But I’m not sure if anyone even keeps up with this blog. Is it worth coming back? And if I do, I need ideas for stories.

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Drake Short: Undercover Part Seven

Drake

I had really only meant to stay in Miracle’s room with her for a few minutes, I just wanted a little extra time with her before I went downstairs to bed. But I realized my plan hadn't exactly worked out when I found myself stirring awake, still in Miracle’s bed with her head on my chest and my arms wrapped around her. My eyes hadn't even opened yet when I realized something was wrong. I heard footsteps outside the bedroom door, which was still slightly open since I had only planned on coming in here for a minute to lay Miracle down in bed. But the footsteps weren't coming from the direction of Marshall’s bedroom down the hallway, it sounded like someone had just come up the stairs. I instinctually reached for my gun, which I had put on Miracle’s nightstand once I laid down. I waiting, my heart pounding while Miracle slept soundly on my chest. I hoped it was just one of Marshall’s other goons coming upstairs to wake him, even though I realistically knew if someone was waking him up at three in the morning, something was definitely wrong. I slowly tried to inch my way out of the bed, hoping not to wake Miracle so she wouldn't make any noise. I was able to wiggle my way out from under her and quietly step over to the other side of the bedroom where I was hidden behind the door. I had already kicked my Timbs off earlier when I decided I wanted to lay with her for a while which I was grateful for at that moment. I could hear someone moving around on the other side of the door, followed by the sound of the door opening across the hall. There was nothing in that room, just a guest room. What was someone looking for in there? I heard whoever it was exit the room, and I realized they hadn't found what they wanted. I had a feeling I knew what they were looking for, and I was worried it was the woman sleeping in the bed right across the room from me. I glanced over at Miracle as I listened to the person outside get closer and closer to the door. I realized she was looking right at me, looking scared to death. I put my finger to my lips, telling her to be quiet. But I wished I could have said something, anything at all that would comfort her. I knew she was scared and I was too, but what I also knew as that I was willing to die if it meant keeping whoever was behind this door away from her. I clicked back the safety on my gun when I heard the footsteps stop directly outside Miracle’s door, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. I motioned with my hands, trying to tell Miracle to look away from me. I didn't want her to give away to whoever was about to step inside that I was hiding back here. Luckily she realized what I was trying to say and she closed her eyes. I could see her breathing shakily, and I could practically feel how scared she was. That was all I needed for every ounce of nervousness I had to disappear, knowing my girl was scared made me wiling to do any and everything to make it go away. The door pushed open, stopping just short of hitting me. A man I didn't recognize stepped into the room. He was wearing all black, a ski mask pulled over his face. It was every single cliche you'd expect from someone breaking into someone else’s home. 

“Found her. Be right down,” He whispered. I realized he was speaking to someone else, probably through some sort of bluetooth ear piece or something. I felt sick to my stomach knowing someone else was downstairs waiting for him to bring Miracle downstairs. He moved towards her bed and I wasn't going to let him go any further. I took a step forward, raising my gun towards him.

“Don’t fucking touch her,” I warned him. He turned around quickly, obviously surprised to see me standing there.

“You really weren't supposed to be up here,” He said before he raised his gun to me. I thought about shooting him, ending it right then and there but I chose not to. I didn't want another body, another dead end about who was trying to hurt Miracle. I wanted someone who could talk. I knocked gun out of his hand and kicked it away. In the meantime he landed a punch to my stomach that knocked the wind out of me. I tried to recover quickly, kicking his legs out from under him. Miracle was sitting up in bed now, and I could tell she didn't really know what she was supposed to do.

“Your dad Miracle, go find your dad,” I said as I wrestled with the intruder on the ground. She scrambled out of her bed, trying to get to the door. He managed to grab her ankle and pull her down, trying to pull her with him towards the door. I landed a hit to his face, stunning him enough that he lost his grip on her. Miracle pulled herself up and rushed out of the room, screaming for her dad as she ran down the hallway. In the time she was gone, we both landed a few good hits. I had been in a lot of fights in my life with a lot of people, most of which I had been able to easily overpower but this guy was more of a challenge. I tried as hard as I could to keep him on the ground until Marshall got there. I realized he had someone managed to get his hands on my gun through this struggle. Unfortunately, I realized it right around the time he fired a shot off in my stomach. I felt the bullet tear through my abdomen and it was unlike anything I had ever felt. The bullet that had grazed me months ago felt like a paper cut compared to this. But if there was one thing I wasn't going to do, it was give up. I knocked the gun out of his hand, worrying about what would happen if he was still holding a loaded gun when Miracle and Marshall came into the room. I managed to overpower him enough to get on top of him, and I sent as many punches as I could straight to his face. At one point I was sure I felt his nose crack under my knuckles but it felt like a small victory compared to the gunshot wound that was currently causing me to bleed out all over both of us. Finally after the longest minute of my life, Marshall rushed around the corner and appeared in the doorway. I managed to get the guy in a headlock, trying to ignore the overwhelming pain in my stomach.

“Oh my god who's bleeding,” Miracle screamed as she appeared behind her father in the doorway. Marshall had his gun raised, pointed at the man who was trying to wrestle his way out of my grip.

“I don’t have a clear shot Drake,” Marshall warned me, letting me know that he was worried about potentially shooting me in the process of trying to get him.

“Hold on,” I said as I tightened my arm around the man’s airway.

“Who are you working for,” I asked him, giving him a chance to give me some information before Marshall pulled the trigger. I had wanted to keep him alive because I wanted him to talk but I was realizing he probably never would. Most men in this business were willing to die before they outed their boss, so me ever thinking he would had been overly optimistic. I mentally kicked myself for not killing him the second he came in the door.

“I’ll die before I ever say a fucking word,” He said, flashing a sickening smile at Miracle over Marshall’s shoulder.

“Fine then. Take the shot Marshall,” I said. Miracle’s eyes widened in fear.

“I don’t have a clear shot,” He repeated. I nodded.

“I told you I would die for her and I meant it,” I reminded him. I saw the tears streaming down Miracle’s face as I tried to keep the intruder from struggling so hard against me. But the more blood I lost, the weaker I felt.

“Daddy no, please,” Miracle begged. But I nodded anyway. I heard the shot ring out and my eyes closed, waiting to see if I felt another bullet rip through my flesh. I felt the man in my arms go limp instantly and when I opened my eyes, I saw Marshall had managed to put the bullet between his eyes and luckily it hadn't gone through and into my chest. I pushed him away from me, now more worried about my own wound. Miracle pushed through her dad and ran to my side, dropping to her knees next to me. She looked at my stomach back to my face, her eyes still full of tears.

“No, no please,” She begged me. I felt my breathing get ragged, and I felt like I had a weight sitting on my chest.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” I tried to lie to her, but the weakness in my voice told a different story. Some of Marshall’s guys had made their way upstairs by this point and I could hear him barking orders.

“Call the doctor right now, it’s bad,” He said. I knew he would never purposely try to scare his daughter but he was just trying to be honest with everyone else so they knew that it was serious. I wasn't surprised because I obviously knew this was bad. Miracle was desperately trying to put pressure on my stomach, trying to stop as much of the bleeding as she could. Several of the guys came ad lifted me onto her bed at Marshall’s request, with Miracle still trying to hold my stomach the whole time. I bit my tongue as my body shifted, trying not to scream. I watched as someone dug through the pockets of the man, trying to find anything they could to figure out who had sent him here. 

“Please please please be okay,” She said quietly, looking at me. I could see how scared she was.

“I’m gonna be alright. I’m not gonna leave you,” I said as I reached out and touched her cheek. I honestly didn't give a shit that her dad was standing right there, for the first time in our whole relationship. She grabbed my arm, holding my hand on her face.

“I just...I’m scared,” She admitted. I nodded.

“I know baby,” I said. I was scared too, I knew this wasn't looking good. If the doctor didn't get here really soon, I was in trouble.

“Daddy it’s gonna take too long! We have to call an ambulance,” Miracle pleaded with her father. I could tell it hurt him to see her like this. 

“We can't do that sweetheart. If he goes to the hospital, the police are going to get involved. That’s something I can’t afford right now,” He said. More tears were running down her cheeks now.

“He’s right, we can't go to the hospital,” I said, each word getting harder and harder for me to choke out. I felt like I had literally no energy. I also realized that I was protecting Marshall now just as much as I was protecting Miracle. I knew I probably needed to go to a hospital, but I didn’t want the cops involved any more than he did. I didn't want to risk the FBI finding out about me getting shot any more than he did, because I couldn’t risk them taking me off this assignment. I didn't want to leave Miracle but I knew I’d have to blow my cover to stay and that would be a mess of it’s own. I felt my eyelids getting heavier, like I was just really tired but I knew this was a bad sign.

“Drake you gotta keep your eyes open,” Marshall said as he stepped closer to the bed. I nodded.

“I’m trying sir,” I said. I really was, I knew if I let myself lose consciousness, there was a chance I was never waking up. Someone stepped into the room and motioned for Marshall to come over. They were whispering about something I couldn’t hear.

“You can’t go yet. This wasn’t the plan,” Miracle whispered, getting my attention yet.

“I don’t want to go. But I might not have a choice baby,” I said as I used the little strength I could muster to wrap my arm around her waist. She laid her head on my chest, holding me tight like she was afraid I was going to just disappear.

“I wanna marry you. I want to have your kids. I don't want to do it with anyone else so you’ve gotta be alright Drake,” She cried into my chest. Marshall was still preoccupied with his conversation and not really listening to what was happening on this side of the room.

“I want all of that too baby. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything. No matter what happens, I need you to understand how much I love you,” I said as my breathing became ragged. I never wanted her to question how much I cared about her, even if after I died it somehow came out who I really was. Even if my cover was blown. I wanted her to know I meant it. I felt my eyelids start to fall shut and I knew I wasn't going to be able to fight it any longer. Before I knew it, everything was black.

...

I blinked slowly, squinting at the light coming through the curtains. The first thing I felt was happiness, I was alive. I had somehow pulled through. The next thing I felt was the pain radiating from my torso. I had never been in this much pain before, not even when I initially got shot. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I was hurting. I realized I wasn’t in Miracle’s room anymore. I was back in my bedroom somehow. My stomach had been bandaged and I had an IV stuck in my arm, dripping some sort of clear liquid into my bloodstream. I suddenly became aware of a body on the bed next to me. I looked over and saw Miracle sleeping next to me, curled up like she was afraid to touch me. I could see that her eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying a lot. I reached out and touched her arm gently, trying not to scare her. She opened her eyes slowly, but she shot up as soon as she realized I was awake.

“Baby, you're awake,” She said as she scooted closer to me. I smiled at her.

“You think I’m gonna leave you that easy,” I asked. She pulled my arm into her lap.

“You had everyone a little worried. It’s been two days Drake,” She said. I was surprised to hear that, I could see the sun setting outside but I thought it was just sunset on the same day.

“Well I’m awake now. I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her. The door opened and Marshall stepped into the room, flashing a small smile when he saw me.

“Drake, nice to see you’re awake,” He said. I nodded.

“Happy to be awake sir,” I said. He looked to his daughter and I became very aware of my hand in her lap. I wonder if he had heard any of our conversation before I lost consciousness.

“Can you give me and Drake a second? Maybe go find him something to eat and get the pain medicine the doctor left,” Marshall asked. I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was starving. She nodded, squeezing my hand before she got off the bed and left the room.

“She hasn’t left your side in two days. She insisted on being here when you woke up,” He said as the door clicked shut. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to say to him about that.

“I appreciate her being here with me, even when I wasn't awake,” I said simply.

“Drake I need to ask you a question, and I trust you to be honest with me,” He said. I felt a lump in my throat. I was getting really anxious about what he might say.

“Yes sir,” I said with a nod.

“Is there something that I should know about you and my daughter,” He asked. I tried to pretend like my heart wasn't about to beat out of my chest.

“What do you mean sir,” I asked. He sighed.

“Drake I’m not stupid. I can see how attached she's gotten to you in the last few weeks and I thought maybe it was just some kind of crush. But I saw how you were with her the other night before the doctor got here. I saw the way you two looked at each other and the way you comforted her. I would be a fool to not think there was something deeper going on,” He said. He had no tone to his voice, he didn't sound mad but he didn't sound happy either. I wasn't sure how to read the situation. But it was obvious he already knew the answer to the question so maybe I was better off just telling the truth. “Sir, I held off on talking to you about this because I didn't want you to ever question my ability to do my job. I don't want you to think that my judgement when it comes to protecting Miracle has ever been clouded. But I love her, sir. I know that’s not what you expected or what you wanted out of this situation but it’s what happened. I did everything I could to fight it, out of respect for you. But your daughter means the world to me Marshall,” I said, my breathing. little shaky. I had never expected to have to admit this to him like this, I imagined when it came out me and Miracle would be able to tell him together on our own terms. I tried to read his expression but this man was stone cold.

“It’s not that I don’t want my daughter to find love, and I can see that she loves you. But you can understand my concern with trusting you and my daughter to be alone so often and now knowing that a lot could have been happening during those times,” He said. I understood that. But he also had to understand that I cared about her safety just as much as he did.

“I understand this might be too much information here but I just want you to know that I’ve purposely held off the physical part of the relationship because I don't want anything to cloud my focus while we’re trying to figure out who this threat is. I’m not going to risk your daughter’s safety so I can get some,” I said, choosing to ignore the other night in the bathroom at the party. I knew I the bathroom, we were safe from anyone hurting her and she was very hard to say no to.

“Good. Obviously while you recover someone else will have to be taking care of her whenever she’s not at home but once you're cleared by the doctor, we’ll go back to business as usual,” He said. I raised my eyebrows in surprise at him.

“Wait...that’s it,” I asked. I had expected him to be a lot more upset.

“I love my daughter Drake, and I will do whatever it takes to make her happy. I can tell that you make her happy and to be honest, I would rather have her dating a man I respect and trust to take care of her than someone kid she brings home from college. You’ve taken two bullets for her, not just any man would do that. But trust me when I say that if you ever hurt her, all that respect is going out the window and you and I will have some issues,” He warned me. I pretended like that didn’t scare me a little.

“I’d rather die than hurt her, sir. I mean that,” I said honestly. He nodded as he turned towards the door.

“Then we should have no issues then,” He said as he walked out of the room. I sighed deeply as he left the room, feeling a weird mix of relief and anxiety. I liked knowing Marshall approved of me and Miracle. But now I just hoped I could hold up my end of the bargain.

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Drake Short: Undercover Part Five

Drake

I don’t know how long Miracle and I spent kissing against my car in the skating rink parking lot, it felt like time had totally stopped and we were the only two people in the entire world, as cheesy as I knew that sounded. But of course, all good things must come to and end and eventually the need for air became too strong for me to ignore. I pulled away, both of us panting as we caught our breath.

“We should have been doing that this whole time,” She said, causing me to smile.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure your dad really would love that,” I said, thinking about the fact that Marshall would actually kill me if he found out I had my hands firmly planted on his daughter’s ass right now.

“I don’t care about what my dad would think right now,” She said, making me chuckle slightly as I remembered the time a couple weeks before when her dad had caught her in my bed and I told her I could do things that would make her not even care if we got caught. What an accurate prediction.

“We should get home baby, your dad is going to worry,” I said, glancing at my watch and realizing that it was starting to get late. She sighed, the disappointment heavy in her voice but she nodded anyway.

“You’re right,” She groaned slightly. I smiled again at how cute she was before I stepped back so there was room for me to open the car door for her. I made my way around to the other side and got in, wasting no time before pulling out of the parking lot. As I drove on the freeway, I felt Miracle’s hand land on my thigh and at first I thought nothing of it. But then her hand got a little higher and I bit the inside of my cheek hard, trying to thing about anything but the blood rushing to my groin. I could see her staring at me out of the corner of my eye, looking more than a little devious.

“Don’t,” I warned her. The last thing I needed was for her to get me all worked up just in time for us to get back to her father’s house and go to our separate beds. If Marshall hadn’t been home, it would have been a different story. But I knew he was.

“Don’t do what,” She asked innocently as her hand got closer and closer to where I wanted it to be, but also where I didn’t need it to be right now.

“Miracle your dad will kill me if I walk into his home with a fucking hard on for his daughter,” I said through my gritted teeth. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles were beginning to turn white.

“My dad’s no doubt asleep by now,” She said as she finally put her hand right on my groin, rubbing me through my jeans. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to focus on the road and getting her home safely.

“Oh yeah, since your dad’s asleep I’ll just fuck you right in the the entryway,” I said with a humorless laugh. There was nothing funny to me about my current situation. My body had been begging me for some relief since the moment I met Miracle and now we were so close, but still so far. I swear I saw her whole body shiver when I said that. We pulled up to the house and I stopped in the driveway, turning the car off but not rushing to get out just yet. Miracle unbuckled her seatbelt, reaching over to unbuckle mine as well. I opened my mouth to ask her what she was doing, but before I even had a chance, she climbed over into my lap.

“Baby, you know this is a bad idea,” I said as she settled into my lap, even though I never wanted her to move. She pushed her body down slightly, creating just the right amount of friction between us.

“There’s no one out here, the guards never come this close to the house. The lights in my dad’s office are off, so we both know he’s gone to bed. Please Drake, just give me something here. I need you to touch me,” She begged. I felt all the blood in my body rush to my dick when she said that. I had never been able to tell her no before, and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to start now. I ran my hands up and down her thighs gently.

“This is really how you want to do this? A quickie in the car before we go inside like we’re sixteen years old,” I asked. I didn’t consider myself to be an overly romantic type of person, but with the way I felt about Miracle, I didn’t really want our first time to be in the front seat of my car with me constantly worrying about one of the guards who patrols the compound catching us.

“I mean, it’s not how I pictured it. But I know you won’t come upstairs with me so what choice do I have,” She asked. I sighed deeply. She was right, her room was way to close to her dad’s for me to ever consider it.

“Miracle, baby, you know I want to. You can feel how much I want to, I know that you can. But we can’t, not like this. Not with your dad right inside. I promise, it’s gonna happen. Your dad will go on another trip soon and it’ll be just you and me. But we can’t do it like this,” I said, even though I wanted nothing more than to take her right there in the front seat. But I respected her way too much for that. I didn’t want it to feel rushed, I wanted to take my time with her. I didn’t want her to have to keep quiet, I wanted it the way I had pictured it since the beginning and this wasn’t it. Miracle couldn’t hide the disappointment on her face when I said that, and it broke my heart to see her look so sad. She quickly switched back to a neutral expression and nodded.

“Yeah okay,” She said as she climbed back over to the passenger seat and opened her door. I knew she was upset with me, shit I was upset with myself. I wanted this just as bad as she did but one of us needed to have a level head here.

“Babe,” I said, trying to stop her. I didn’t want her to be mad.

“It’s cool, I get it. I’m gonna go inside, can’t have my dad worrying,” She said. I knew she only mentioned her dad because of me, she knew I was worried about him catching us, but how could I not be? It wouldn’t be Miracle that he would be pissed at, and I didn’t want him to have someone else looking after her because he thought I was getting too close. I didn’t trust anyone else with her. I got out of the car, following Miracle to the front door. She was practically running and I knew it was because she wanted to get away from me. I didn’t even know how to begin fixing this. She waited for me at the front door because I needed to unlock it, which at least meant she had to stand near me for a second.

“Miracle. Come on, you know I’m right about this,” I pleaded. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Please just unlock the door Drake,” She said, sounding exhausted with this whole conversation. I shook my head.

“No, we’re going to talk about this right now, because the second I open the door you’re gonna run to your room and ignore me,” I said.

“What do you want from me? I’ve spent all this time trying to get the courage to make a move on you and you shot me down Drake. I get why you did but still, this is just another thing in my life that’s fucked up because’s someone’s scared of who my dad is. That’s not your fault, but that’s what’s happening,” She said, throwing her hands up in the air. I had no clue that she had been trying to work up the courage to make a move, she always seemed like she was so confident that I never noticed she was actually nervous about it. I knew her whole life had always revolved around who her dad was, but I had never wanted this to be another thing that did.

“Baby, I don’t think you realize what we’ve got to lose here. If your dad found out we were involved, there’s no way he would let me continue doing my job. He would have someone else protecting you, watching over you. I don’t trust anyone else in this world to protect you the way I can. If anything ever happened to you, I would die. I’m not saying no because I’m scared of your dad yelling at me or being upset, that I can handle. I’m saying no because I love you too much to ever let anything happen to you because I wanted to get my dick wet,” I said, keeping my voice quiet enough that we wouldn’t wake her dad but firm enough that she would actually listen. I saw her eyes widen.

“Did you just say you love me,” She asked. I had barely even realized that I had let that slip out but I had no intention of taking it back now.

“Of course I love you. Anyone in their right mind would love you,” I said. She was practically perfect, I would be an idiot not to be in love with her. She grabbed my shirt, pulling me closer to her just like she had at the ice skating rink earlier in the evening. She brought her lips close to mine.

“Say it again,” She said, causing me to finally break the tension between us by laughing.

“I love you,” I said slowly, dragging out the words. Her smiled widened.

“I love you too Drake,” She said before she kissed me. I didn’t even have time to worry about her dad catching us as she swept her tongue through my mouth, taking control of the kiss. I felt her hands slip under my shirt and I felt my pants tighten at the skin to skin contact.

“Baby we’ve got to go inside,” I said, noticing the slight chill in the air for the first time all night. I could tell she didn’t want to but she knew I was right so she nodded anyway. I stuck my key in the door, unlocking it and opening it as quietly as I possibly could before I stepped aside and let her go in. Once we were both in the house and I was sure the door was securely locked, I walked her to the bottom of the stairs. She hesitated.

“I don’t want to go to bed without you,” She said with a sigh. The small pout on her lips tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to say fuck it and go upstairs with her.

“I know sweetheart, but right now we don’t really have a choice,” I said quietly. She reached up and ran her hand across my jawline, staring at me but not saying anything.

“I love you. So much. I don’t know when or how it happened but I can’t imagine my life without you Drake,” She said. I noticed the tears welling up in her eyes.

“Why are you crying, baby,” I asked, not understanding what was wrong. She shook her head at me.

“I just wish things weren’t so complicated, that’s all. Loving you is the easy part but I know we won’t be able to have a normal relationship,” She said, dropping her eye contact with me and looking down at her feet.

“Hey, look at me. Everything is gonna be okay, I swear it will Miracle. I love you, I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you happy. Things are just hard right now because of these people who are after your family, but that can’t last forever. Once the threat s gone, things will be easier baby. I’m not going anywhere, it might be hard but you’re so fucking worth it,” I said, holding her chin gently so she had no choice but to look at me. She smiled a little, her eyes still wet with tears.

“I don’t deserve you,” She said. But she really had no idea how little I deserved her. She had no idea that while I meant every single word I was saying to her, I was still lying. This whole thing was built on a lie and I knew eventually that lie would be exposed, one way or another. But for now I just smiled at her, and told her everything was going to be alright.

...

There was a knock on my bedroom door early in the morning a week later, I had barely even woken up yet. I raised an eyebrow as I walked over and turned the knob, wondering who needed me before the sun was even up. I was a little surprised to see it was Marshall standing there, partly because I thought if it was anyone, it would probably be his daughter. Miracle and I had been struggling to find any alone time at all lately and so we had to learn to be a little creative.

“Drake, I’m sorry if I woke you. Do you have a second,” Marshall asked, his voice heavy with concern, which scared me a bit.

“Yeah of course, come in,” I said as I stepped aside and let him step into my room.

“Miracle wants to go to a party tonight on campus, she told me about it last night and I’ve been giving it some real thought. I need you to convince her not to go,” He said. That part confused me. Why did he need me to tell his daughter not to do something? Why didn’t he just tell her no?

“Why do you need me to do that,” I asked. He sighed deeply, running his hand over the back of his neck.

“Because I already tried to tell her that going to a party right now is a bad idea. Her being surrounded by strangers, possibly drinking and doing other stupid things will make her an easy target for whoever the hell it is that keeps trying to hurt her. It’s just not a good time for it and I tried to explain that to her but she won’t listen. She’s getting tired of being trapped in this house all the time, even if all we’re trying to do is protect her,” He said, sounding exhausted with this whole situation. I thought about how hard this whole thing had been on me, how worried I was about something happening to Miracle and then I realized how much harder this was for him. This was his baby, the only part of his family he had left. He was trying so hard to protect her but she was still going to want to live her life.

“What makes you think I can convince her if you can’t,” I asked. I knew I had a lot of pull with his daughter, some he didn’t even know anything about, but she usually listened to her dad so if she wasn’t then I didn’t even know if I could help him.

“I’m not blind Drake, I can tell how much Miracle cares about you and how much your opinion matters to her. If anyone can get her to listen, it’s you. I know you might not agree with my stance on the whole thing but I need your help,” He said. I nodded. I didn't like the idea of her partying with a bunch of strangers given the current situation her father was in. Someone had already come to her home and tried to hurt her, I have no reason to believe they wouldn’t do the same somewhere else.

“Good. I trust that you’ll take care of this for me,” He said before he walked out of the room, leaving me feeling more than a little pressure to convince Miracle not to go to this party.

…

“So there’s a party or something going on tonight,” I asked Miracle as we sat on the couch in the living room. I was trying to wait for her to bring up the party to me but it was almost noon and she had yet to do it so I needed to make my own move.

“How do you know about that? Oh my god did my dad say something to you,” She asked, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah he did, I’m glad someone thought to tell me about it,” I said, making sure she realized that I wasn’t too thrilled about the fact that she hadn’t even brought up the idea of going to this party to me. I was starting to wonder if she was planning on just going without telling me.

“Don’t be mad, it’s not a big deal. It’s just a party. I was going to talk to you about it but after the argument I had with my dad about it, I really didn’t want a lecture from you too,” She said. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What makes you think I would lecture you,” I asked. As far as I could remember, I had never lectured Miracle about anything. But then again she usually listened to reason when it came to protecting her and it seemed like this time was different.

“Because you always agree with my dad when it comes to stuff like this. Listen I appreciate you guys trying to take care of me but I’m not a child. I know how to be careful while still not living like a shut in for fuck’s sake,” She said as she stood up from where she was sitting.

“Miracle we’re both just trying to keep you safe. You know that. This is what your dad and I think is the best option to protect you,” I explained, hoping she would try to see where I was coming from. I never wanted to tell her no, I hated feeling like I wasn’t giving her everything she wanted but this was a necessary evil.

“I understand that but it’s not your choice to make for me. I can be in charge of determining if a situation is safe for me or not,” She said, standing over where I was sitting on the couch. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to stay calm despite the overwhelming attitude in her voice. I hated that she was acting like this. Literally all I wanted was her safe and sound, that was everything I had been focused on for months now and she was acting like I had no right to do it.

“You literally went on a date with a guy who would have probably kidnapped you and used you as leverage to get something from your dad, or maybe even worse. You said he was such a nice harmless guy and he turned out to be the opposite, so you could see why we both might still be a little nervous about your judgement,” I said, letting myself get frustrated with Miracle for the first time that I could ever remember. I instantly regretted it the second I saw the look of hurt flash in her eyes and immediately turn to anger.

“I can’t believe you. I am not a fucking child, I can make my own choices regardless of what you think and me having bad judgment about a guy who’s job it was to lie to me doesn’t mean I’m a total idiot, Drake. I’ll go wherever the fuck I want and do whatever the fuck I want and I don’t need you to babysit me. Why don’t you find a permanent position kissing my dad’s ass,” She said before she stormed out of the room. I sighed as I sank back into the couch, deciding to wait a minute before I followed her. Maybe a little cool down time would do us both some good. I didn’t even hear Marshall’s heavy footsteps coming down the hallway from where his office was but soon he appeared in front of me.

“That went well,” He said. I straightened up my posture in my seat.

“I’m sorry sir. I’m going to talk to her in a second once she has a chance to calm down a bit. I’ll fix things so she’s not upset with me and somehow figure out a way to get her not to go to that party,” I said, even though I wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to do that at this point. I knew I had really crossed a line by making Miracle sound like she was incapable of judging someone’s character for herself, I knew the date she had went on probably would have been able to fool most people in her position, shit he even had me fooled for a while there. I just let myself get frustrated because she wouldn’t listen to me or her dad when we both loved her and just wanted her to be okay.

“I know it’s easy to get angry when she’s being stubborn, especially when you’re just trying to look out for her best interest. Trust me, Miracle gets her hard-headedness from her mother and it used to drive me crazy,” He said with a small laugh. I had never heard Marshall talk about his wife before, even Miracle didn’t talk about her at all. She had died pretty soon after Miracle was born so I was pretty sure she didn’t have any real memory of her.

“I just want to protect her. I wish she could see that,” I said as I stood up, preparing myself to go find my girl. I heard the emotion in my own voice and I hoped he wouldn’t read too much into that. Sure he was becoming more and more relaxed with me but I don’t think he’d be thrilled to find out about me with my hands all over his daughter whenever he wasn’t around.

“She knows, Drake. She’s mad right now but deep down, she knows,” He said. I nodded and left the room, following in the direction that Miracle had gone. I felt a little weird about both conversations I’d had with Marshall that day, he just sort of acted like he knew something was going on between me and Miracle. He didn’t say anything specifically but he just made me feel like maybe he suspected something. I tried to shake the feeling, thinking I was probably just reading too far into the whole thing since Miracle and I had both been nervous about her dad catching on before we were ready. I tried to shake the feeling as I approached her bedroom door. I knocked first, figuring she wouldn’t want me to barge in on her when she was already pissed at me. I heard footsteps coming across the room and heard the knob start to turn. It opened and I had never felt worse in my entire life. Her eyes were puffy and I could tell she had been crying. Because of me. I never in my entire life wanted to be the reason this girl cried.

“Baby,” I muttered under my breath, just in case her father was still listening in. She just looked at me with a blank stare. I stepped inside her room, gently pushing her inside and closing the door behind me so we could speak with as much privacy as possible.

“I can’t believe you don’t trust me to take care of myself,” She said, shaking her head at me. She didn’t even seem like she was pissed anymore, she just seemed disappointed that I felt that way.

“I do trust you baby girl, it’s other people I don’t trust. It wasn’t your fault that guy you went out with turned out to be bad news, I didn’t mean that. I was just frustrated because I want you to understand that the only thing I’m worried about is making sure that you stay safe. I don’t trust anyone to have good intentions with you right now. I know you’re gonna say that’s dramatic but you have to see if from my point of view here. That dude you went out with was in one of your classes, he was able to get that close to you without any of us knowing anything was wrong and I will fucking die before I willingly ever put you in danger again,” I explained. By this point she was sitting on the edge of her bed and I was kneeling on the floor between her legs. I wanted to make things right, I wanted her to understand how I felt even though I knew I went about it the wrong way.

“Drake I can’t stay locked up in this house forever. You can call me stubborn or stupid or childish if you want to but I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. You can’t promise me that you and my dad will ever find the people who are behind all this. What if you don’t? Then what happens? Am I just supposed to wait around in this house and watch my entire life pass me by,” She asked. Even though I knew she hadn’t meant anything by it, I felt a little offended that she didn’t trust me to find the person behind all this drama. She really thought that me and her dad both wouldn’t go to the end of the earth to find whoever the son of the bitch was?

“You don’t think me and your dad are doing the best we fucking can figure this out? I’m so sorry that this is so tough on you because knowing the woman I love is in danger every single second of every single day is such a great time for me. Feels like a vacation honestly. I love it,” I said, the sarcasm dripping from my voice. I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever had this kind of attitude with her, but I felt like she wasn’t even trying to see how hard this whole thing had been for everyone involved. She was only looking at this from her own point of view. I had come in here feeling like shit for making her cry and wanting to make things right but I felt like that goal was getting further and further away. I had pulled away from her at this point, still kneeling on the floor beside her bed but no longer touching her at all.

“I’m not saying this isn’t hard for you and you know it. I’m just saying that you’re not a psychic. You don’t have all the answers right now and you keep talking about when you do but I’m just trying to remind you that we might never know. We might never know exactly who tried to hurt me, and that’s fucking terrifying. I hate the idea that someone is out there right now willing to kill me for reasons I don’t even understand. But I will not be a fucking victim my entire life, Drake. I will not let these people win,” She said, her voice sounding like she had already made up her mind.

“Fine,” I said simply, getting up and walking out of her bedroom. I closed the door behind me and walked back down the stairs, feeling a bit like a dog with my tail between my legs knowing I was going to have to face Marshall. He was sitting in the living room where I had left him, but he stood as soon as I saw him.

“So,” He asked. I shook my head slightly.

“I tried sir, but she won’t listen. She doesn’t want to stay locked up here and let whoever is behind all this make her a victim,” I said, the defeat in my voice heavy. He sighed deeply.

“That girl is going to be the death of me someday,” He said as he sunk back down into the couch.

“You and me both,” I said. He looked at me, deep in thought for a second before he spoke again.

“So what do you think we should do,” He asked. I was surprised he was asking for my opinion. Normally it was Marshall who did the thinking and then he just told me how to execute his plans. This was new.

“Realistically we only have two choices. We can force her to stay here if we really wanted to, but we both know how that will go. She’s gonna try to go anyway and even if she doesn’t get out of the house, she’s going to be pissed off at both of us for a very long time. Or we let her go. I’ll go with her, make sure she’s taken care of. I don’t like being around that many people with her but I can make it work,” I explained. I knew neither of these choices was what either of us really wanted to do but Miracle had both of us backed into a corner. He nodded slightly.

“You’ll take her. You will text me updates every fifteen minutes. I’m not an idiot, I’m sure she’ll have a drink or two but nothing that comes from anyone else. She’ll bring her own bottle and you’ll hold it for her to make sure no one touches it. She will not leave your sight for a single second Drake. I don’t care if you have to take a piss, you make her go with you,” He said, back to his usual order giving. I felt tense just thinking about tonight.

“Yes sir,” I said simply.

…

The car ride to the party was awkwardly silent. Usually when Miracle and I had time to ourselves, we were both the happiest versions of ourselves. But you could practically cut the tension with a knife. We hadn’t really made up since our disagreement this afternoon, but I was pretty sure I was more angry than she was. She’d gotten her way after all, she had no reason to be mad. But part of me was still pissed that it had come to this, that she had been to stubborn to see that all anyone was trying to do was look out for her. Now here I was, standing in what looked like some sort of frat house full of drunken college students, holding a bottle of vodka that Miracle had brought in my right hand. She had initially tried to argue with me about her dad’s BYOB rule but I eventually got her to see that the portion of the day where she got to make demands had passed. I stood slightly off to the side, staying out of the way as Miracle talked to her friends but close enough that I could keep an eye on her. She had introduced me to everyone as her boyfriend which would have been the perfect rare chance to actually act like her boyfriend for once but I was feeling entirely too uneasy to hold her hand and whisper dirty shit in her ear. I was pulled out of my own thoughts by Miracle appearing in front of me with her empty cup. We’d been here a little over an hour and a half, I knew that because I’d texted her dad six times already, and she was already three drinks deep. For someone who rarely ever drinks, that was a lot. She must have been able to tell what I was thinking because she poked her bottom lip out at me.

“Please baby,” She asked as she held her cup out to me. Even though I wasn’t happy about this whole thing, that little pout and her calling me baby always had me hooked. I unscrewed the cap on the bottle and poured a bit into her cup, purposely trying to pour a little light because I could already hear a slight slurring in her words. I reached behind me and grabbed a sprite can out of the package on the counter, giving it a quick inspection even though it was still unopened. I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and used it to wipe off the top of the can before I popped it open and emptied the can into the plastic cup. I set the empty can on the counter behind me, feeling Miracle’s lips land on my cheek as I turned my body back to her.

“Don’t be mad at me anymore,” She said loud enough for only me to hear her. I sighed deeply, the warm feeling of her previously cute moment fading and the slight irritation returning to me.

“Let’s not do this here. You wanted to have fun with your friends, so go do that,” I said. She placed her hand against my chest.

“I need to use the bathroom,” She said, turning and walking away from me. I hurried after her, still holding the bottle of vodka in my hand. I placed my hand on her lower back as she walked down the hallway, more so as a protective gesture than an affectionate one. She stepped inside and I stood in the doorway, prepared to wait outside the door while she did what she had to do. She grabbed my hand and pulled me inside with her, causing me to raise my eyebrows in confusion.

“What are you doing,” I asked as she placed her cup on the counter and reached behind me to lock the door.

“I just don’t want you to be mad anymore,” She said quietly as she leaned closer to me. I opened my mouth to ask her what she meant but before I could get the words out, I felt her lips attach to my neck. A small grunt was trapped in my throat as she sucked on my pulse point.

“Are you out of your mind,” I said, a slight chuckle in my voice even though this really wasn’t funny. I felt her hand hovering above my belt buckle and I was trying harder than I ever had to focus on anything but the feeling of her breath on my neck.

“We’re finally alone. Please,” She whispered against my ear. I looked into her eyes and could see the desire in them.

“Miracle there’s a whole room full of people out there, who could have really bad intentions for you for all I know. I’m not even comfortable leaving a bottle unattended for two seconds. I have to text your dad an update in six minutes and you’re pretty tipsy. What makes you think for a single second this is the more romantic setting I had in mind last time we had this conversation,” I asked, referring to the night in my car after we had kissed for the first time. This was honestly worse than fucking in my car.

“Drake we’ve been waiting for weeks, and that moment has yet to happen. So let’s make it happen,” She said as she rubbed me through my jeans, causing me to groan quietly again.

“You know I’m not going to do this with you in a frat house bathroom,” I said, shaking my head and I tried to think with my brain and not my dick.

“I’m not asking you to fuck me,” She said. I raised an eyebrow.

“Then what are you asking for,” I asked. She answered my question by dropping to her knees in front of me and I instantly felt my judgement cloud as if I had been the drunk one. When she flipped open my belt buckle and pulled down the zipper on my jeans, I knew I should have spoken up. We really shouldn’t, this whole situation was already potentially dangerous. But a voice in the back of my mind told me that we were safe in here, so what was the harm? The second Miracle’s perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around me for the first time, I knew I wasn’t going to say anything that might cause her to stop. I watched as she slowly pumped her hand up and down the length of me a couple times, just that was enough to cause my hands to clench into fists. She smiled slightly as she licked me slowly from the base to the tip and I felt like the air had been squeezed out of my lungs. By the time my entire dick was actually in her mouth, I felt like I was in a different universe. I put my hand on the back of her head and tangled my fingers in her long hair. I didn’t guide her, she didn’t need it. I felt her tongue swirling around my tip and I felt my knees weaken. I knew there was no way this was going to last as long as I wanted it to. I had spent weeks with a case of blue balls over Miracle, and it had only gotten worse since we got together because I actually had her hands on me, just not where I wanted them. Now her hands were the least of my concern as I watched her cheeks hollow while she sucked on me. I let out a groan, feeling like I was a teenager experiencing this shit for the first time all over again.

“Shit baby,” I mumbled, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, listening to the sounds she was making. I felt my knees start to feel weak and my entire body felt tense. I knew what was coming, as much as I had wanted to put it off. I felt my whole body shutter as I released into her mouth, trying to trap the noise I made in my throat so no one would hear us. But my satisfaction was short lived, because as soon as I came to my senses I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Fuck.

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Are you going to update?

I would love to but the last part of the epilogue has been deleted. I have something else I’ve been working on but its not related to this story so idk how you guys would feel about :/