Page 45 of Obsessive Love
“Do what the fuck you supposed to do and get on,” Pyrite said as he stood. “I have a meeting with the flag team; I’ll be back.”
“Ay, KO gonna be there?” Rhodes asked, and Pyrite nodded. “Keep an eye on her for me.”
“Why?” Pyrite’s brow went up in question, and I could tell from how his shoulders were squared that he was on alert.
“Her bitch ass baby daddy causing problems on the net,” Rhodes said. “I already got my shit in motion, though.”
“Alright,” Pyrite nodded. “Let me know what you need.”
“Keep Morning on speed dial,” Rhodes said. He leaned forward, rested his large arms on the table, and shook his head. “I ain’t playing about that one, just know that.”
“Noted,” Pyrite said. He gave Rhodes a nod, kissed my head, and then left his office.
“Alright, now that your nigga is gone, let's get down to business,” Rhodes said, turning to face me. “What you need my black ass in here for, Ms. Lady? I feel like a lil nigga that got called into the principal's office.”
“For one, I’m not the one in charge here,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s Pyrite.”
“That nigga know that?” Rhodes pointed to the door that Pyrite walked out of. “Because you sitting behind his desk, in his chair, in his damn arena, and he ain’t trippin’ off it. That nigga don’t share his space with nobody; not even his brothers get the privilege he is giving you right now.” Rhodes shook his head and smirked. “So, in my eyes and every other person in this arena, you are in charge.”
“I’m not, trust me,” I replied, and he gave me a look that showed he didn’t believe me. “Anyway, you are here because Pyrite is adding a bakery to the building. To add to the appeal, we are going to do specialty desserts featuring each team as well as each captain or starting player to have their own signature treat.”
“That shit is dope,” Rhodes said, nodding. “So, what do you have in mind for me?”
“Nothing yet,” I answered, happy he was on board. “Which is why I wanted to meet with you. I want to get a feel for your personality, likes, and dislikes to create the perfect dessert.”
“Alright,” he replied, then sat back in his seat. “I’m thinking something dark chocolate with gold.” He held up his arm and then smirked. “Of course.”
“Of course,” I agreed, then opened my notebook. Over the last few days, I’d been working on something that matched his initial description. “I didn’t even know what you looked like or who you were when I thought of this, but take a look.” I slid the notebook to Rhodes and watched him review my recipe for a lemon truffle dipped in dark chocolate.
“Yeah, Ms. Lady, this is the one,” he said, tapping the notebook. “How soon can we get in the kitchen and start putting it together?”
PYRITE
“The flag footballteam will be ready tomorrow,” I told Fable as she sat on the bed. We’d spent the entire day working at the arena. I was in meetings after meetings, informing each team about what would happen. Each of them had questions, but everyone was on board. An in-house rivalry over who would sell the most treats had started after the last meeting. They hadn’t even met Fable yet and had faith in her skills.
“Okay,” she said, nodding. Her attention was on that damn notebook; her hand hadn’t stopped moving since she sat down. Seeing her in this type of element was dope.
“Are you going to eat something?” Her being stubborn and not eating was going to piss me off. I needed her healthy and on top of her game. She hadn’t touched a damn thing at the arena all day. No matter what I had ordered and brought to her. It sat on the desk or table, unopened.
“No, Pyrite,” she sighed and shook her head. “I told you I wasn’t going to eat until this is off my leg.” She pointed to the monitor but didn’t take her attention off her notebook. “I’m serious as fuck about that.”
“So, I’m going to have to have Amethyst give you a feeding tube,” I replied, and her head lifted in surprise.
“I’m no use to you dead, huh?” she smirked, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from going off. I’d already told her she wasn’t in danger; she needed to stop saying that shit.
“Chill, Itty Bitty,” I said, shaking my head. I pushed my hands into my pockets and leaned against the bedroom door. “What do you need from me right now?”
“Nothing,” she dismissively said. “Now, tomorrow is a different story.”
“Name it,” I replied. Whatever she wanted, she could have, and if I didn’t have it, I’d make sure it was here when she opened her eyes in the morning.
“I need the kitchen in the morning,” she answered. “And every day after that until my debt is paid.”
“Noted,” I nodded.
“You aren’t going to ask me why?”
“Nah,” I chuckled. “I trust you.” Fable lifted her head to look at me, and I shrugged. I hadn’t lied to her since I’d met her and didn’t plan to start. I did trust her, even though I knew she would run the second she got the chance. She pointed to her ankle, and I shrugged. “I told you that was on until you trust me.”
