Forbidden

"Everyone stop it!"Christian shouted,hands in the air. Jonathan applied his chapstick and puckered his lips.

"Sweetie,we're just trying to help. Besides,we won't tell anyone."He said,placing the lid back on his chapstick. Christian rolled his eyes.

"No one is in the closet,you were just there! and everyone please keep it down! Maria's daughter is sleeping in her room."Christian lied. The 'Bale Crew' gasped and started whispering.

"Aww. You're helping out Maria?"Mary said.Everyone gasped.The only thing she talked about was buisness,otherwise,she never said anything.

"Maria's so sweet. Plus,she's the only one who knows how to dress herself around here besides me!"Jonathan squealed. Christian rolled his eyes.

"So then this means we have to wake her up and get her packing?"celine asked. Carmen heard some bits of that.

"Celine,Maria would kill us if we took her daughter to Miami without her permission."Ashley stated.Christian's heart dropped.

"Well,it'll only be for a few weeks,she won't mind."Christian said,trying so hard to convince them. Solange shook her head.

"No way.Oh! My brother Deon is gonna be in town tomorrow,he can stay here and babysit her if that's alright with you?"She asked Christian.

He didn't trust leaving a beautiful girl like Carmen,alone with Deon. You see,Deon and Christian didn't see eye to eye. Deon loved women,he flirted,he played around the feild,and Christian didn't like that.Which is why he didn't trust Deon being alone with any of his female relatives.

"He's actually the same age as Carmen,I think. He's 17.How old is-"

"She's 16."Christian said sorrowly.

"Perfect! I'll tell him to drive himself over here instead.She'll be in good hands,I promise."Solange said,dialing her cell. Christian knew she'd be in hands alright.Deon had a way with women. So he knew there would be a 60% chance he'd lose Carmen to Deon.

***

Carmen's p.o.v

Everyone left the room.I could feel it.

Note to self: kick Jonathan's fucking ass for throwing a belt at my face.

"Did you hear that?"Christian said barging in the closet. I was standing,trying on his blazer.His face calmed,and he smiled.Standing behind me,he fixed the collar,and wrapped his arms around my waist. This was pretty fucken-tastic.

"No,what'd I miss?"I asked.A frown came. Shit,somethings up.

"I have to leave to Miami.And Solange-"

"who?"I asked,a jealous feeling tickled me.

"Someone who works for me."He said assuringly.I nodded and turned my attention back to what he was saying.

"Solange is inviting her brother Deon to stay here and keep an eye on you.My problem is,he's a player.Big time."

"Sounds like a problem."I said. I couldn't help but smile,I knew where Christian was getting at here.

"I don't think you should keep your door unlocked.You don't even have to look at him or talk to him! And don't wear anything reavling. He might hit on you-"

What if he did? No offense to Christian and all,but if I ever wanted to flirt back,I could. And I might.

Afterall,he's the married one.Not me.

"So just incase,I'm inviting my manager's assistant Allison."He said. I broke away from our standing position and crossed my arms.

"You're sending a babysitter to babysit my babysitter?The fuck is that about?" I questioned.Christianed opened his mouth to speak,but I stormed out of the closet,and into the hallway.

Bad mistake.