Eleven
BLEU
She upstairs talkingto her baby daddy, alone….
I tuned out Mr. Jackson’s rambling as I sat on the barstool inside of his small kitchen space pissed off. I should’ve had my ass at Maison Langston’s this morning, instead I woke up pissed that Truly snuck out before I could get her number. Not only did she sneak away from me, she left all the items I bought her. That felt like a slap to my face.
People didn’t walk away from me. Not without a final conversation.
“Cook Cook?” Princess nudged my arm.
Princess was the only name that the little beauty deserved to be called. I was against junk food, often times like now, I had a strict diet to follow. Intermittent fasting is what I lived by; I didn’t eat until past noon and stopped at seven pm Monday through Friday.
“Thank you, Princess.” I reached down and gently took the cookie from her.
Her big doe shaped eyes stretched just as big as the smile plastered on her face.
“That’s my baby.” Mr. Jackson gushed out.
I wanted to laugh but withheld. Him standing behind the island big and tall with a pink apron on for his granddaughter spoke volumes about his characteristics as a man. He loved his family unapologetically, I admired it. It took little to no effort to get Mr. Jackson’s address in order to pop up and bring all her shopping bags along with me.
I watched Princess walk over to her plastic pink barbie table. She sat down and picked up her glass of milk. Her big eyes widened at the pile of cookies stacked high on the plate before she picked up one from the bottom causing the cookies at the top to fall down from the stack.
It’s been ten minutes too long…what the fuck is she doing up there?I had this strong urge to stand up and walk out of the kitchen and up to Truly’s room.
Play it smooth, there’s no way she’s fucking him…I know that pussy still hurt from the beating I gave it.I smirked then got right down to business with Mr. Jackson.
“Mr. Jackson,” I waited for his full attention before continuing. “Truly spent the weekend with me.” I took a big bite of the cookie and had to look down at it in disbelief.
This is good!
“Spare me the details, Bleu.” He gave me a warning look.
I mocked surrender with my hands and tugged at my beard.
“I need a wife.” I blurted the words out too anxiously.
Mr. Jackson eyes grew big before he tugged at the apron until it detached from his body.
“Your parent’s told me that already. I had Calissi at the Gala to see if you two would mesh.” He said.
His welcoming eyes turned into a cold glare.
“We didn’t mesh but I promised her a six-figure job and I must say, my mother is disappointed in her refusal.”
“Refusal?” Mr. Jackson shouted.
“She hasn’t responded to my assistant’s email. Offers like the one I gave Calissi aren’t easy to come by. She has the model look; she would thrive in the company.” I added.
Calissi was indeed beautiful, I could picture her on the cover to Maison Langston’s magazines and walking the runway with her long athletic legs. We embraced diversity, Calissi was a great fit. I planned to launch a new clothing line for women of all shapes and sizes. I hadn’t come up with a name for it yet, but it was meant to cater to black women.
“I’ll have a talk with her. What are you going to do about finding a wife since you didn’t like Calissi on a romantic level?” He asked.
My brows slowly raised at his question. Mr. Jackson was a smart man, right now he sounded dumb as hell. I purposely let my silence answer his question before I spoke.
“Truly spent the weekend with me, Mr. Jackson?—”
“I said save me the details on that…wait!” he held his hand up.
