I ignored Tone as I inhaled the smell again, as Anita Baker continued to sing her heart out.
Bacon, butter, biscuits, and eggs…
My nostrils flared on instinct, not because I was starving but because the scent took me somewhere else. Back to a time when I was just a boy waking up with crust in my eyes. Momma used to hum Anita Baker while flipping pancakes in her silk robe. It was always the mornings when momma was the happiest because she had Pops to cook for, which usually meant we both were home for the weekend.
“Kenric!” Tone yelled into the phone.
I blinked and laid back against the pillowcase with a big goofy grin on my face. The pillow smelled like her, this was me in her space, her comfort zone. For once, I didn’t feel the need to rush, move around my building barking out orders. I didn’t wake up to a mental list of things that I had set out to do for the current day. I felt happy, fully satisfied and could imaginemyMira standing in the kitchen with joy locked inside of her cooking me breakfast to solidify what we shared between each other last night.
God, what a foreign thing to feel…
“Kenric, I swear?—”
“Tone,” I chuckled as I placed one hand behind my head.
“My men are on watch, and I know you have my location.” I said jokingly.
“Yeah, I do…wait is you laughing? Why you sound like that?” His voice came out high pitched.
“Like what?” I couldn’t drop the big smile from my face.
I felt light as hell, accomplished and ready for whatever. It was the type of affect Mira had on me after going an entire month without seeing her.
“Sweet loooveeee, hear me calling out your name! I feel no shame, I’m in loveeee, sweet love!” My raspy voice cracked as I tried to sing the song.
A boisterous laugh from my gut spilled from my mouth as I sat up and placed my feet on Mira’s carpet and continued to laugh until my stomach cramped. I couldn’t sing worth shit and I wished like hell I could see Tone’s face right now. I didn’t do silly shit like this, but I felt the need to in the moment, especially to fuck with Tone.
“Ohhhh it’s like that. That’s what you feeling like bro.” I heard the smile in Tone’s voice.
“I’m in Mira’s world, Tone. I love the world I created but her world feels better.” I admitted.
“So, what does that mean? You giving your world up?” Tone asked in disbelief.
“Never, don’t ever ask me no shit like that again either. I’ll be back in a few days…you can bring me Josie, I think she should get used to her second home.” I smirked.
“You sure you not moving too fast?”
“I’m not, there’s no more time limits on anything concerning me and Mira. I’ll arrange a meeting with all of staff when I get back. Some things will have to be moved around at Grand Corp just for when my little owl comes to visit.”
I hung the phone up and stared out the window for a while before getting up to go to Mira’s bathroom.She came into my world at Grand Corp, now I’m in her world…Her world didn’t scream luxurious; her space was simple but clean. It screamed feminine. A small tan loveseat with lavender throw pillows was in the corner by the wall of her bedroom.
She had a secondhand bookshelf leaning slightly right next to her loveseat. Paper backs and hardcovers were aligned perfectly on each shelf. Her violin case rested beside the TV stand. I stood and froze noticing the framed photo of her and her mother in the center of her dresser. My eyes roamed the rest of the space, and although I didn’t walk on specialized marble floors and towering glass windows showcasing the skyline that I controlled…I liked it.
I walked out of her bedroom and moved down the short hallway to her bathroom. I stepped into and cut on the light. My chest tightened as I eyed a set of things that I liked to use back at Grand Corp. A new toothbrush was still in the pack, next to it was my favorite toothpaste and the exact body wash I used.Dom’s Body Wash…Mira asked me a while back what cologne; I used because she loved how I smelled. I told her that I like Dom’s collection. It came with cologne, beard oil, body wash, and deodorant. The entire Dom’s collection cost a little over thirty-five hundred, but it was worth every dollar. The body wash itself smelled like eucalyptus mixed with a cedar scent. It stayed on your skin like a memory until you washed it off.
I also supported Dom’s brand because of the black man named Bleu who created it. I was all for supporting black owned everything. Mira noticed something so small but important to me, and most of all she remembered it. Every small detail that I thought I hid while watching her, she’d been watching me too.
I quickly handled my hygiene by hopping and the shower to wash last night’s sins away. I walked back to Mira’s room with a towel wrapped around my waist. As soon as I opened her room door, Mira sat on her side of the bed. She put fresh sheets on the bed and also had a tray of breakfast with fruits perfectly cut. On the nightstand were two glasses of juice.
“I made you my favorite juice?—”
“Fresh pineapple juice mixed with lemon over ice with a little bit of sugar.” I smirked at her.
“Yes.” She blushed.
“You look beautiful.” I complimented her then dropped the towel at my feet.
Mira’s big innocent eyes widened at the sight before her. She absentmindedly licked her lips and openly eyed my dick, her eyes relaxed and zeroed in on it with no shame. I cleared my throat which made her snap her eyes back up to mine. Nervously she giggled before looking away.
