As if the airpods would somehow fall suddenly, I secured the right one in my ear with my index and middle fingers before answering.
“What’s up, Ferg?”
I could feel her eyes still on me as I started down the hall for the stairs. And, for the life of me, I couldn’t leave without acknowledging her lingering gaze. I wanted–needed, her to know that I was aware of her piqued curiosity and that she wasn’t alone.
So, slowly, I peered over my shoulder in her direction. She hadn’t expected it. I could see the thick lump in her throat as it descended. Her eyes followed suit, dropping as they were met with mineagain. When I felt as if she’d gotten my point, I released her from my grasp.
“What were you saying, nigga?”
I hadn’t heard anything my brother had said. My attention had faltered even before I had greeted him when I’d answered. Now that he was out of breath from talking as fast as he did, I wanted him to repeat himself. I’d missed everything.
“I’m not saying all of that shit over, dog. But in short, I said, nigga they want us to stay in the house and shit. I’m about to come over there,” Ferg was certain of his decision as he revealed it.
“Bullshit,” I replied, calmly as I continued through the house to the stairs.
“What? We both know you need some fucking company. It might as well be me. It ain’t like you got no bitches.”
“You’re right about everything you just said, but it’s not you that I need as my company. In fact, I’ve already taken care of that. I’m in very good company, Ferg.
“Is there anything else that you need right now? Because if not, I’m about to hop in the shower. I just had a very intense workout and need to wipe the sweat off my balls before dinner is served.”
“Dinner? You can’t even cook.”
“Right, again. That’s why I have company. She’s responsible for all the domestic shit. My job is to stay in the gym, eat, and get good rest.”
“Ahhhhh. I see. Your assistant at your crib? You finally going to fuck or pass her to your dog?”
“Ferg, I’m not interested in having sex with my assistant, and I don’t really care if you do. Not that you need my permission, anyway.
“She’s a grown woman, and you can’t keep your dick to yourself. But, that’s not who’s here. It’s not your business who is. Just stay inside, and stay safe.”
“You’re bogus for holding out on me, but it’s cool. I’ll find out from Pops. You can’t keep shit from that nigga.”
“Never have, never will. Talking to pops is what keeps me on the straight and narrow. Maybe you should try it.”
There was silence on the line. I looked at my cell and chuckled. Of course Ferg had ended the call. He didn’t want to hear another lecture, but I was very close to giving him one.
By the time the call ended with my brother, I’d made it to the stairs. Although I loved how spacious my home was, it was hell getting from one place to another. The walk from the gym to my bedroom seemed as if it took forever.
Once finally in the comfort of my own space, I stripped down to my briefs. The threads that I wore were drenched in sweat. Sweat that let me know I was doing something besides sitting my ass around the house. It wasn’t an option.
Half naked, I stepped into the bathroom. The tiles on the floor chilled my body, cooling me upon contact. The wall length mirror put me to shame.
Though I’d felt the knotted bulge in my briefs, I had avoided it with my eyes. Kit. She made my dick rise to the occasion and try breaking free of my threads. But, I wouldn’t let it.
Besides, she wasn’t ready to admit that she, too, fancied the idea of removing boundaries and seeing where that got us. My job wasn’t to force her to admit that shit either. A patient nigga, I was willing to wait her out.
We had nothing but time, and from the way that she couldn’t keep her eyes to herself downstairs, I knew that it wouldn’t be very long.
When I made it to the shower, I tapped the number one on the dialpad to initiate the first setting. A lukewarm shower. After every workout, it’s what I always preferred. It was the closest to an ice bath that I’d get, and it worked wonders for my muscles.
My briefs were the last thing to fall to the floor. I checked the towel rack for fresh towels before stepping into the shower. Kit had also replenished the stack. I grabbed a fluffy white towel and a face towel to match. I hung the larger towel on the hook beside the shower and brought the smaller one along with me.
“We meet again.”I smiled as I made my way to the dinner table to join Kit who was already sitting down and waiting.
Again, she’d prepared a meal fit for a king. However, I hardly paid her hard work in the kitchen any attention because I was too focused on her. I hadn’t considered the fact that it got any better than what I’d seen of her since visiting her home, but asI watched her watch me with her brown eyes, I chastised myself for not doing so.
She was stunning, the orange hues of her skin hidden underneath her makeup, but still visible enough. Her hair was in large ringlets that framed her face so perfectly. On her lips was a burgundy color that made her eyes pop just a bit more.
