Sunday has arrived! Jay and Robin should be out of the house soon. But will it be as smooth as they hope?

I think it was about 6 am when I stirred.

Blinking before I fully opened my eyes, I lay there, wondering for a moment what was going on.

Ugh, you really have no idea how much I hate that. It’s like my brain’s an empty box whenever I wake up. At least I don’t take too long to recollect everything.

So the memory switch went on, and I remembered.

Ahh, yes! The glorious sweetness of last night. When Robin entered the room wearing that insanely hot lingerie and rode my face like tomorrow was never gonna come. Goddamn, that woman is awesome!

With all the foolishness of the past day, who knew my mood would be vastly improved by some face-sitting and some throwback action? Man, Robin’s bad bitchery is on some Messi levels, I tell ya!

And remember I said she doesn’t know how to be quiet during lovemaking? Yeah, she was at it again. And we honestly didn’t give an iota of a shit. To hell with respecting the other inhabitants; they clearly showed they had none for us. You get what you give, you know. We had ourselves some well-deserved fun, and that’s on period!

Then I remembered our little pillow talk afterwards.

Our utter frustration at how things had gone south.

She confirmed to me that Mrs. Brown had whined angrily about the manner in which I left the table, plus the fact that I had left my food untouched.

Of course, Mr. Brown and Vincent backed her up, calling me disrespectful and crass and uncouth. And of course, Robin threw her body on the line for me, defending me and reminding them that they had no right to whine about my behaviour when they were being nasty just because they wanted to.

I don’t even remember what she said their responses were to that, and honestly, we’re better off not knowing. You’ve seen enough irrational behaviour from them.

Anyways, as agreed, we decided that we’d be outta there once the sun rose. So she’d get some quick breakfast done for us before we’d move.

As I jumped out of bed, I was guessing she was busy with that. All I needed to do was wash my face, brush my teeth and grab my bag, and this shit weekend would be a memory.

All that I did within five minutes. No time to waste, you know.

As I opened the door to my room and exited, I heard voices.

Angry male voices.

Oh shit, Mr. Brown and that butthurt fucker are up! What the hell?

I didn’t know what they were angrily talking about… nah, scratch that. I knew exactly why they were so pissed. They obviously heard me and Robin having fun and were not amused at all.

Well, not like I cared anymore. I was just hoping I wouldn’t have to see them as I briskly walked through the corridor to the living room. I stepped in; none of them was there.

Good. I walked towards the front door…

“HEY!”

I turned, just in time to see Vincent lunging towards me with an outstretched fist.

Aimed right at my face.

Thank goodness I got good reflexes; I swerved that fist just in time. Before I could regain my composure, he grabbed me by the neck, trying to shake me vigorously.

“You stupid bastard! What did you do to my woman? What did you do to her?” he roared.

For real? This dimwit was calling Robin his woman? The absolute cheek of it! I’m her man, and I get to fuck her when I want!

I raised my hands from under him and broke his grip before grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and rocking him much harder.

Yeah, there was a vast difference. I barely moved when he tried to shake me up. He, on the other hand, was rattled like a rag doll when I rustled him up.

“Don’t fuck with me, you silly little man! Or I’ll break you in half!” I snarled before tossing him away.

The way he flew across the room was quite hilarious, to be honest. The dumb little twat didn’t even have half the strength I’ve got. If I really wanted to whoop his ass, he’d be spending that day in the intensive care unit. He’d better be thankful I was more interested in getting out of that godforsaken house than beating him to a pulp.

Mr. Brown and Robin emerged from the kitchen, just as Mrs. Brown also stepped into the living room, just in time to see him sprawled on the floor.

Of course, in the sight of the Browns, Vincent was the darling little princess who could do no wrong, and I was the big bad wolf. So they were naturally horrified to see him on the floor while I stood there with an angry look on my face.

“Goodness, Vincent! Are you alright? What did this hooligan do to you?” Mrs. Brown cried as she rushed to his side while glaring at me.

“He did it first,” I spat as Robin moved in between us. “He better not mess with me again.”

“Shut up! Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it!” Mr. Brown snapped at me, a pointed finger in my direction. “Now listen here, I want you out of my house right now! We don’t entertain fraudsters and rascals like you in this home. This is a home for decent people, and it’s so obvious you are nowhere near being one! Get out of this house, and don’t you ever think of coming back!

“And listen here, from this day, you and my daughter have no business whatsoever. You go back to your little fraud den and stay the hell away from my daughter! She deserves better than you, and she’s got someone like that right here! Your relationship with her is over from this moment onwards. Do you hear me?”

I glared back at him. I had been trying to keep my cool and my respect in check, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I had nothing but hate in my heart for him as I stared him in the eye. Such a horrible prick of a man. For the love of God, how infantile could you possibly be to create and hold on to untruths just out of spite?

I eyed him up and down and scornfully spat, “Spare me your morning breath, old man. I’m leaving already.”

With that, I turned my back on them and walked towards the door, barely moved by his offended reactions.

“Look at this disrespectful boy…”

Robin’s voice rang out. “Wait for me, babe. I’m coming.”

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you’re going?”

As I stopped and briefly turned, Robin faced her parents, an incredulous look on her face. “Excuse me?”

“Miss Robin Brown, you are not going anywhere,” Mr. Brown ordered sternly. “Let this young man go back to wherever he came from. You are staying here, and we’re sitting down and settling this issue once and for all. This wasn’t the reason we told you to come here, to show us this… this no-good rascal who has no respect for elders. No! We called you here to settle this issue between you and Vincent, and reconcile the two of you. That is why you’re here. Now sit down and let us begin the talk. Now!”

Wait a minute. So the weekend at the Browns was actually meant for Vincent and not Jay? Bruh! This is gonna be one fiery ending, that’s for sure…