Mrs. Panty Dropper [Interracial(B.2/2)]

Ch.2

"Wait what?"

She followed as I closed and locked my office door before walking to the front door.

"Mister Demetrio, you're just going to let me work here even though I lied to you and you know nothing about me?" she said.

"I don't know everything about you but I do know enough. I know those years you said you were in juvie, were a lie. I know you graduated your junior year for being top of your class in highschool and also attended college at 17 but got kicked out for unknown reasons." I smirked.

She looked at me hard and long, squinting her eye unsurely.

"Goodnight Iyanna. See you tomorrow." I said. She stepped out and walked to her car as I closed and locked the door.

"She seems nice." I heard.

I looked behind me to see Juli in her pajamas and knots all in her head. I laughed but stopped when she looked at me seriously.

"What's with the hair baby momma?" I laughed.

"They're bantu knots, that's how I make my hair curly in the morning." she said. She rolled her eyes and hit my shoulder lightly.

"I'm sorry but-"

I couldn't finish my sentence without laughing again at the style. I wondered why I never saw her hair like this before.

"Look, Aubriella mysteriously just broke out in hives and I don't know why, so she's not going to school tomorrow." she said.

Shit, Juli has to travel a city away to check out one of the nearest universities tomorrow so I'm stuck with Aubri. Not that I didn't want to be with my daughter but I also rescheduled to meet the woman Betty Quest tomorrow instead of meeting today.

"Wait, she has to go with you." I said.

"Umm she can barely stay in the car for 30 minutes without throwing up something or going to the bathroom. I'm not taking her. So you better be the fucking daddy and stay home with her. Don't leave her."

"Fuck Juli why can't you just take this one favor for me?"

"Aubriella isn't a fucking chore, she's our daughter Darren, you wanted this did you not?" she said. I sighed and walked past her.

"Goodnight Juliana." I said. I went to the kitchen and got a small glass and pulled out some tequila and grape juice from the fridge, mixing it together.

"Are you really walking away from this arguement Darren? Man up and talk to me."

I drank the tangy drink and refilled my glass quickly.

"I just want to go to bed now." I said.

"Then why are you sitting here drinking this late?"

"DAMMIT WOMAN STOP NAGGING ME." I yelled.

"NAGGING? Fuck you Darren, sleep down here with all that bullshit. And don't you dare forget that we have a daughter."

She walked away and I heard a door slam. "FUCK!" I yelled. It's a constant cycle of our arguments but this one was one of the worst for a dumb reason. I put the alcohol away, feeling a slight buzz and went upstairs to my room.

Was she fucking serious? The bedroom door was locked and the key that's usually above the door, was not there.

"Juliana, aprire la porta del cazzo!" I yelled. [Juliana, open the fucking door!]

"Lower your voice, you're not sleeping in here if you thought you were." she said behind the door.

"I just need my toothbrush and shit since you're not letting me back in."