Page 48 of Obsessive Love
“I’ll pass,” she denied and shook her head.
“Alright,” I chuckled, then sat at the island just to be near her. “Since you are working on Rhodes’ shit today, what's the game plan?”
“What time is the Flag football meeting?” she asked, then straightened. Her nipples were rock hard and poking through her shirt. I licked my lips and shook my head instead of doing what I wanted, which would have been pinning her against the wall and sucking on them until she came.
I took a bite of my muffin, chewed, swallowed it, and then looked at my watch. “At ten thirty,” I answered. It was only eight, and now I wondered how long she’d been up. Her face twisted before she sighed and looked at the bowl of lemon custard. “What’s wrong?”
“I need more time,” she replied. “I got a later start than I wanted this morning.”
“Why?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew she would never admit she was playing with her pussy, though. She was bold but not that bold. “You couldn’t sleep or something?”
“Or something,” she answered. “Is there any way the meeting can be pushed back? I want to get Rhodes’ stuff done and brought to the arena, too, so he can taste it and see if he likes it.”
“Alright,” I nodded. I picked up my phone, texted Rhodes, and told him to stop by my spot on his way to the arena. “What else do you need?”
“Just the extra time,” she answered as she returned to work. “That’s it.”
Her attention was entirely on whatever she was working on, and I let her be. Rhodes stopping by here would give her time to work, and she could figure out the next step on the way to the arena.
I switched to a different text thread and sent Zane a message to make sure she was happy with the time frame I’d given her for renovations at the arena. Even though Zane was a carpenter, she’d recently partnered with two other people to build and expand her business. Armani “Baby” Arnold was a DJ and producer who owned a renovation company. He’d recently moved from only doing residential properties to working on commercial properties. Their third partner was Yuri Rose, the designer. The three of them were building one hell of a company. Zane responded, saying that everything was a go and that she would be in contact with the price later. Money wasn’t an issue, and she knew that, but I appreciated that she was always upfront about the cost and the reason behind it.
While Fable worked on her recipes, I handled business. Every so often, I’d look up to see her face twisted, and then itwas like she worked out whatever the problem was internally because she’d laugh, shake her head, and get back to baking. A calendar alert popped up on my screen, and I cleared it and left the kitchen. I went to my office, grabbed my iPad from my desk, and returned to the kitchen. Fable’s attention was on her bowl, some of the custard got on her finger, and I wanted so badly to lick that shit off. She went to the sink and washed her hands, and I called Yamari for their check-in.
“I thought you were going to be late today,” Yamari said after the call connected. She was in her car, more than likely on her way to that boring ass art gallery she worked at. “Where is my friend, Stone?”
“Damn, no hi or nothing today?” I chuckled and shook my head. I understood why Yamari and Fable were friends; they acted a lot alike and were both blunt as hell.
“Not today,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m running late and want to talk to my best friend.”
“Fine,” I said, then pushed the iPad to Fable. “She apparently isn’t in the mood for our small talk today.”
“Because she’s loyal,” Fable replied, turning her attention to the iPad. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I miss you,” Yamari sighed. “Are you okay?”
“I miss you, too,” Fable said and nodded. “I’m okay. Are you okay?”
The doorbell rang, and I got up from the island to give them a moment to catch up. I knew how seriously women took their friendships, especially with a best friend. Just snatching her up fucked up their routine and bond. I walked through the kitchen, into the living room, and to the front door.
“Why the fuck you got this big ass house and not a butler, maid, or nothing?” Rhodes said, stepping into the house. He looked around and chuckled; even though he’d been here a few times, I never let him past the front door. “Nigga, you a fuckin’millionaire and don’t got a damn security guard at the post out there.”
“Cuz if a nigga bold enough to step on my property, then they don’t care about their life,” I said as I dapped him up. “Now, bring your ass on so Fable can show you what the fuck she has been working on.”
“Oh yeah, Ms. Lady has been in here working, huh?” he smiled and nodded. “It smells like it, too.” He rubbed his stomach. “I can't wait to taste it, too. My mouth wouldn't stop watering when she described it to me yesterday.”
“Yeah,” I laughed and led him to the kitchen.
“Ay, yo spot nice as fuck,” Rhodes complimented me. “But legit, get some security cuz of your woman. You keep the arena locked down because of the women; do the same for the one sharing your bed. Don’t slack on her safety.”
“You're right,” I said as we entered the kitchen. Fable looked up from the iPad at me, then Rhodes, and a smile blossomed on her face.
“You’re here?” she laughed.
“Who’s there?” Yamari asked, and Fable turned the iPad around to show her Rhodes. “Who is that serial killer?”
“Damn, it’s like that?” Rhodes laughed. “I’m a good nigga.”
“I know a serial killer when I see one,” Yamari said, shaking her head. She was no longer in her car and was in an office. “Pyrite, how the fuck you know that black ass country nigga?”
