Page 12 of Obsessive Love
“Let me out of here,” I said, standing. “I don’t know what the fuck my brother told you, but this isn’t going to go like you planned.”
“Like I planned for it to go?” he questioned with a laugh. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but this nigga was fine as fuck. “Tell me what you think my plan is, Itty bitty?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” I replied. “It's your plan. I just know I’m going to give you hell the entire time.”
“It wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t,” he smiled. My pussy immediately got wet, and I shook my head. “Now, Itty bitty, what would you like for breakfast?”
“To go home,” I answered, and he kissed his teeth.
“No.” The finality in his voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Next request.”
“That’s the only thing I want,” I replied with a shrug. “I’ll starve, scream, and give you hell until that happens.”
“Saying you’ll give me hell is nothing but a turn-on.”
“Boy, fuck you,” I said, even though my eyes immediately went to the impressive print in his pants. I knew he shouldn’t have turned my ass on, but he did.
“That’s the plan,” he said and shrugged. “Now, back to my question, what do you want to eat?”
“Nothing you can provide,” I stubbornly answered. My stomach growled loudly, but I wasn’t about to break.
“Alright, well, enjoy the show then,” he said, turning and walking away.
“What fucking show?” I yelled at his retreating back. Instead of answering me, he continued walking up the stairs, and the door closed behind him.
I paced my cell, trying to figure out a way out of this shit. Javien Jr. offered me up to this crazy ass nigga because of a fucking debt. He had my bakery, so the reason he was holding me was beyond me. What felt like hours passed before I finally gave in and went to the bathroom. I peed, wiped, flushed, and washed my hands without taking my eyes off the door. I didn’t put shit past this crazy ass nigga.
The door opened again, and I watched as he came back downstairs, this time dressed in a gray suit that looked damn good against his dark skin. His hair was pulled into a bun, and his attention was on his phone. He barely glanced in my direction as he walked over to the couch, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV. I don’t know what I expected to see, but a live feed of my bakery wasn’t it. Yamari was working the counter, and a short, skinny woman stood beside her, listening as she gave her instructions.
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded. Instead of answering me, he dropped the remote back on the couch and walked away. “Nigga, I know you fucking hear me! What the fuck is this?!”
“See you later, Itty Bitty,” he said as he descended the stairs. “See you fucking later.” The door slammed behind him.
PYRITE
I sat in my office,watching the monitor that gave me a live feed to Fable’s room. Chuckling, I shook my head. I called it a room because admitting that it was a glass cell was a little extreme, even for me. I’d sat up most of the night watching her sit in the corner of the room. Her dark eyes took in everything; she was likely plotting how to escape. The funny thing is, all she had to do was push the door open, and she could run away. Well, she ran out of her room and was locked in the basement. I wasn’t crazy enough to let her get that much freedom.
“Baby bro,” Citrine called out as he entered my office. “We need to talk.”
“About?” I said, not taking my eyes off the screen.
“Your next business venture,” he answered. “I think you need to hire a new coach.”
“Dionte isn’t going to work?” I licked my lips as I watched Fable go to the bathroom. My dick started to get hard at the thought of her showering, but I wasn’t that much of a fucking creep. When she pulled her top off, I closed the laptop and gave my brother my full attention.
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “That nigga hired Lavender to handle the meet and greet.”
“And that’s a problem?” I chuckled. I already knew he was going crazy about having Lavender at his hotel. Shorty was the one my brother wanted, but she played him to the left whenever he opened his mouth.
“Fire that nigga,” he stated. “If you don’t, ima box his damn head in.”
I leaned back in my seat and wiped my hand over my mouth. Before seeing Fable, I didn’t understand Citrine's obsession with Lavender. Now I got it. “Firing him doesn’t mean she won’t have the job, and you know that. I honor contracts, and if Dionte gave her the contract, it's her job unless she doesn’t want it.”
Citrine ran his tongue over his teeth, and his nostrils flared. Big bro didn’t like what I said, but he knew I was right. He could want Lavender all he wanted, but I wouldn’t stop her bag. It was crazy work that he was even trying to talk to me about it.
“She wants it,” he said, shaking his head. “I heard her talking to him when they were in the ballroom. This shit is her dream.” Citrine sat forward, resting his elbows on his legs and staring me down. “She jumped into that nigga’s arms and everything.”
I chuckled and nodded. Now I understand the problem. Lavender was showing Dionte the attention Citrine wanted. “Make your move or sit the fuck back,” I said. Citrine lifted his brow in question, and I smirked. “You’ve been sniffing behind Lavender for almost two years. What the fuck are you waiting for? You scared or something?”
