“You should’ve kept that shit turnt off,” Logic stated, staring at her.
“Huh?” Tyler gazed up at him.
“You should have kept it off,” he repeated, a little louder with a tad bit more aggression. “You looking like you stayed out all night and that nigga about to whoop your ass.”
“I wouldn’t even be in this predicament if you hadn’t kidnapped me,” she snapped, slamming her phone on the counter.
“Right. Next time I’ll turn my head while that nigga fuck on you in a club full of people.”
“I didn’t ask you to fucking save me!”
“Somebody needs to save your reckless ass before you end up dead,” Logic barked.
“Fuck you!” Tyler spewed. “You don’t know shit about me.”
“And at this rate I don’t want to.”
“Like I said. Fuck. You.”
“Look, it’s Sunday and I don’t argue on Sundays. Eat.”
“What kinda biblical bullshit is that?”
“It’s not biblical, baby girl. It’s law,” Logic stated sternly. “Eat.”
With a scowl on her face, Tyler picked up the sandwich like it was a steak and quickly bit into it. She didn’t even know she was hungry until she started smelling the butter melting and the bread toasting. Tyler demolished the sandwich in three bites,so Logic put another one on her plate without her asking and handed her a bottle of water.
“Shit.” Al shook his head.” “That was intense. It’s givin' Tyler Perry TV.”
“Shut up.” Tyler gave him the finger.
“I smell food,” Spice sniffed the air, waltzing back into the kitchen with her twin on her heels. “Hey girl.” She smiled at Tyler. “My bad about trying to smother you, but we don’t play about him.” She pointed to Logic.
“Period,” Shugg co-signed. “But since you up, do you wanna come on our Podcast?”
“Yall chill.’ Logic glanced over his shoulder, waving the weed smoke. “I’ll make yall one, go wash your hands and see if Sage wants one.”
“Ok.” The twins took off down the hall.
Tyler tried to focus on her food, but Logic had her full attention. Slowly biting into her sandwich, her eyes traveled from his shirtless chest down to the basketball shorts that hung around his waist. She admired the art displayed on his upper body that extended down to his hips. He seemed so comfortable standing at the stove with a blunt hanging from his lips while he flipped a sandwich in the pan.
“You looking like you want more than a sandwich,” Al teased.
“Shut up.” Tyler threw the crust at him.
“Cute and rude.” He shook his head.
“Lo, there’s a black truck outside.” Spice sang from the living room. “You want me to hide her in my room?”
“Nah, it’s aight. Al get the door.”
“The fuck?” Al spun around. “Do I look like a butler?”
“I’m cooking, bro, get the door. It’s probably her people.”
“It is. That’s my best friend Shane,” Tyler spoke up, pushing her plate away, eager to lay eyes on a familiar person.
Shane didn’t get a chance to knock, Al swung the door open and stepped to the side. He was ready for Tyler to get the fuck on so they could get back to business.
