"Em, I don't want to chance running into your wife again." I tell him honestly.
                          
"I get it, it's cool." He sets the juice down on the island and puts the container back in the fridge. "So am I gonna get to see you later?" He cocks an eyebrow up at me.
                          
"I don't know, won't Kim wonder where you are?" 
                          
"She'll just think I'm out with the guys." He shrugs. 
                          
"Then yeah, call me when you guys are done." 
                          
"I wish you would just stay, it's good." He says as he walks closer to me. "Then we can head back to your hotel together." 
                          
"But that's dangerous too, it only takes one picture of us together Em, I just can't have this getting out that way, and I know you can't either." 
                          
"Nah, you're right, it's good. I'll call you after I'm done then." 
                          
"Yo Doody, where your ass get off to?" Proof says as he comes up from the studio.
                          
"Man, my girls were hungry." 
                          
"Oh, aright well are y'all gonna be comin' back down?" He looks from me to Marshall.
                          
"Yeah man, Nate's having my mom drop him off, he's bringing food." 
                          
"Hell yeah! We some hungry motherfuckers!" We all laugh. As if on cue the front door closes and my stomach drops at the thought of it being Kim.
                          
"Yo, I got the food! There's more bags in the car!" A younger teenager walks into the kitchen. He looks a lot like a little Em. 
                          
"I'll go grab it!" Proof says as he heads towards the door.
                          
"Yo, uh this is uh Harlow, Harlow this is my little annoying ass brother!" He laughs as he rubs his hand roughly through his brothers hair. 
                          
"Sup, I'm Nate!" He reaches his hand out to me. 
                          
"Nice to meet you, I'm Harlow!" 
                          
"Cool name! So who you here wit?" 
                          
"Actually uh, she's Kuniva's girl." Em says and I swear every time I hear him say that shit, it throws me off. 
                          
"Oh, that's what's up!" Nate says. 
                          
"Yeah, so it was nice meeting you Nate. I'm taking off." I look up at Marshall. 
                          
"Oh, yeah aright. Just uh give me a minute and I'll call the driver that has your bags." He flips his phone open and let's the driver know I'm ready to be taken to my hotel. 
                          
He walks over to me and grabs my hand leading me down to the studio. Once we're inside he takes me off to a corner away from everyone. "I'll call you as soon as I'm done here, which shouldn't be too long."
                          
"Ok, then I guess I will see you soon. Tell the girls bye for me please." 
                          
"Nah, you can say bye to 'em. They'll be in the kitchen eating." He pulls me into him, I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds me close. His head right in my neck, he kisses where his head is laying, chills run down my spine. Then he pulls back and places his lips against mine, his hands make their way to my ass. 
                          
"Fuck, I can't wait 'til later." He smirks at me. 
                          
I giggle, "thanks! Leaving me like this!" 
                          
He laughs, "what? Did I make you feel some shit just now?" He says with a playful smirk on his lips seeming pleased with himself.
                          
"You know exactly what!" I roll my eyes at him.
                          
"Nah, you know, I don't think I do. Why don't you tell me. Come on Harlow, tell me what you're feeling." Instead of saying anything I pushed him back by his chest as I teased him, going in to kiss him and pulling away before I finally give in and slip my tongue into his mouth, I quietly moan into our kiss, as I pull back I gently bite down on his bottom lip before sucking it, he let's out a very satisfying groan. I move away from him.