Page 52 of Made to Love Ya
She laughed.
“I’m not playing. Call up Anneka and tell her to hold my business down until I get out.”
“Girl, calm your little ass down. Call me after you speak with that man.”
“Okay.”
“Talia?” Whenever she called me by my name, I knew she meant business.
“Huh?”
“I’m not playing with your ass. Don’t fuck up a good thing. If you do, I’ll be all in that ass. You hear me?”
“Girl, yes.”
“Good. I love you.”
“Love you too.”
We ended the call, and I went home and fucked up my kitchen while I waited for him to come home. I baked lasagna, veggie lasagna, eggplant parmesan, fried chicken, green beans with a lemon garlic butter sauce, two grilled T-bone steaks, stuffed peppers, baked potatoes, a Caesar salad, and biscuits from scratch. Then I turned around and made a peach cobbler, including making the crust from scratch.
* * *
By the timeIzael came home that night, I had cleaned the kitchen and laid out all the food on the kitchen counters.
“Hey, baby.” He greeted me when he walked in the door with a smile.
“Hey,” I mumbled.
“Oh, shit. Who fucked up?” Izael asked, looking around the kitchen.
It was no secret that when I was angry, I calmed myself down by cooking. I had done that since I was eleven-years-old.
For whatever reason, I didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt as Eve had warned me to. I didn’t want to hear his reason, his logic, or his piss-poor excuses.
“No one.”
I felt his intense gaze on me as I walked out of the kitchen with a water bottle and plopped down on the couch.
Izael sighed and came and sat down beside me. From the corner of my eye, I watched him loosen his tie and remove his cufflinks. He looked so sexy and delicious in the bespoke suits he wore.
“I can’t fix whatever is bothering you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, Chè.”
I turned up the water bottle to my lips and took a long sip.
“Baby, talk to me.”
My bottom lip trembled as I screwed the top back on. Izael was a damn good man, and I didn’t want to lose him.
“I trusted you with my heart, Zae.”
“And I promised to take good care of it, baby.”
I pulled my feet up onto the couch beside me and closed my eyes. I felt the warmth of his touch as he dragged his palm over my shoulders and down my arm.
“I saw you today.”
“What are you talking about?”
