Page 10 of Obsessive Love
Twenty minutes later, the water shut off, and my attention went from my phone to the door. When the door opened, steam rolled out first, then Fable stepped out of the bathroom. Her attention was on her phone, not on me, so I had time to take her in. Instantly, I was jealous of the plush grey bath towel wrapped around her body.
“Pay attention to your surroundings,” I said as I watched her walk to her dresser. Her head snapped up, and her dark eyes took me in. “Not knowing who or what is around you is dangerous.”
“How the fuck did you get into my house?” she questioned. There was no fear in her voice, and her eyes held a fire in them that excited the shit out of me.
“I broke in,” I answered with a shrug. “Kicked your door right off the hinges.” I stood from the bed, grabbed my bat, and pointed it at her. “You need a fucking security system, too. Why the fuck are you freeballing your safety?”
“Nigga, what?” she laughed and shook her head. “You broke into my shit and have the nerve to be trying to lecture me? Are you crazy?”
“Already been asked and answered, remember?” I answered. I tossed the bird in the air a few times. “My mental status doesn’t negate that you’re playing with your safety.”
“The only problem I have with my safety is your crazy ass.”
“I’d never hurt you, Itty Bitty,” I chuckled as I took her in again. My mouth watered at the sight of her chest rising and falling. “Unless you’re into that, then we can work that out.” I licked my lips and smirked. “You like pain?” I stepped towards her, and her hand went to her dresser to grab a weapon. Therewasn’t shit on there that could do any damage, but I liked the fight.
“Don’t bring your ass over here!” she yelled.
“Or what?” I looked down at her and lifted my brow in question. “Ain’t shit you can do to hurt me, and we both know it.” That shit was a lie, even though she didn’t know it. I’d just met this woman. Technically, we hadn’t met, but that was beside the point. All she had to do was drop a tear, and my fucking heart would break, and I knew that. “Now listen to me because I’m only going to say it once. Your brother offered you as payment for his debt, and I accepted it.”
“Javien doesn’t have a fucking say so in my life,” she argued and shook her head. “Whatever he owes you is his own debt. You better go talk to his daddy if you want money.”
“Who do you think he got the debt from?” I chuckled. “Itty Bitty, if you don’t come, that’s their life.”
“What color should I wear to his funeral?” she rebutted, and I couldn’t help but nod in respect. “But whatever Javien owes you needs to be paid by him.”
“He signed over the deed to your bakery,” I said, and she narrowed her eyes at me.
Fable paused, shook her head, and then let out a humorless laugh that teetered on and sounded like she was about to cry. “He didn’t.” She ran her hands through her wild curls and paced in front of me. “He wouldn’t.” She stopped walking and dropped her head. “He would, he’s his fucking daddy’s son.” This conversation was one-sided as hell. “His bitch ass can't be that fucking stupid.” She shouldered her way through and shook her head. “He can be, though.”
“If you don’t believe me, check your email.” I stepped back, and Fable quickly swiped through her phone. While she was in the shower, I contacted Nine and had him work his magic. I knew everything I needed to know about Fable Walters. Whileshe barely had a relationship with her brother, daddy, or sister, Javien Jr. had helped her get her bakery. He collected a monthly payment from her, which was more than I would pay him, but that wasn’t my business.
“Javien is listed as the owner,” she said, but I was already over the conversation.
“He was listed as the owner,” I corrected her. She looked up at me with so much hatred in her eyes that, at that moment, I vowed never to have her look at me that way again. “As of thirty minutes ago, everything was signed over to me.” I tossed her bird a few more times. “Now, if you want it back, you can buy it back.”
“How much?” she quickly asked. “I’ll buy it back.”
I walked around her room, tossing the bird and pretending to think. There was no way I was letting her off that easily. I knew how much money she had in her accounts and that she could afford to buy it back, but I didn’t want her to. Nah, I wanted Fable.
“Sixty million,” I said, watching her closely. She didn’t have that much in her account. “If you want your bakery back, it’ll cost you sixty million dollars.”
“Sixty million? Nigga, my shit ain't worth that damn much,” she said, shaking her head. Disappointment was written all over her face. I hated that shit.
“Then I’ll be around to collect my shop tomorrow,” I said with a shrug. I tossed the bird a few more times and chuckled. “Shit, probably this house too.” I looked down at the bird. “Minus this disrespectful ass bird.”
“Nigga, did you tie up my bird?” she reached for the bird, and I moved it above her head. “Give me my fucking bird.”
“Itty Bitty, sit your ass down,” I laughed as I sidestepped her. “I will knock this disrespectful ass bird across the room ifyou don’t chill out.” She narrowed her eyes at me, and I smiled. “Now, back to my problem.”
“Your problem?” she questioned, and I nodded. “You don’t have a problem.”
“Oh, I do, your brother’s debt,” I answered. “He offered your bakery as payment, but that doesn’t cover the debt.”
“Then kill that nigga!” she yelled and threw her hands in the air in frustration. Low-key, I had hoped the towel would fall to reveal her body, but that didn’t happen. “I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“You’re coming with me to pay off the rest of it,” I said, and she shook her head. “Itty bitty, that shit ain’t a request. You’re coming; that’s the end of the discussion. Now, pack what you need so we can go.”
“You have lost your damn mind,” she laughed. “Get the fuck out!”
