“You hungry? Let me feed you,” he asked, and his words caused me to smile.
“I can try to eat something,” I let him know.
That’s when he walked us over to the island, took one hand off me, so that he could pull the stool back, and he lowered me down.
“What did you cook?” I asked him. My question caused him to smile.
“You gotta go grocery shopping baby, so I did what I could with the little that I had. I made you some sunny- side- up eggs because I remember you telling me that that was the way you liked to eat your eggs. There was some turkey bacon in the fridge, so I whipped that up, along with some French toast, and you had a little fruit too, so I cut that up for you,” he shared with me, and as he was talking, I found myself all giddy inside because I never really had a man cook for me.
The men from my past, they would always allow their money to do the talking. Meaning, they would be quick to send a chef to my house to cook for us, or they would just have food delivered to us. I always thought that when men would do that, it would be so romantic, but sitting here, knowing that Tank just cooked breakfast for me, and judging by the smile on his face, I could tell that he enjoyed it; that’s what made this moment even better.
He kissed me on my forehead, and then he went back over to the kitchen. I watched him as he pulled out two glass plates from the cabinet, and he sat them down on the counter. He added food onto both plates for us, and then he went into the next drawer, where he pulled out forks, and he placed them on the plates. He walked over, sitting a plate in front of me, and heplaced one down in the spot where he was going to eat. Next, he came back over with the fruit, syrup for the French toast, and two glasses, in which he poured orange juice in them. Now that we had everything, he took his seat, and I turned my head, so that I could look at him.
“Thank you, baby,” I released, and like this wasn’t a big deal for him, he waved me off, and then grabbed my hand, so that he could say a quick prayer, blessing the food.
Tank immediately dug into his food, while I was a little slower to eat.
While he was eating, my eyes went to his hands, specifically his knuckles. They were bruised. Even with his chocolate skin, I could see the bruising on his knuckles. I could see the purplish/ blackish bruises that I know wasn’t there yesterday. He noticed that I was looking at him, which caused him to look at me.
I reached my hand over, took the fork out of his hand, and I held his hand in mine, examining the bruises that were there. At one point, he did try to remove his hand from my grasps, but I wouldn’t let him. I wanted to see it, and once I felt like I’d seen enough, that’s when I let him take ownership of his hand again, and I sighed.
“You killed him?” I asked. I didn’t have to tell him who I was referring to. He knew exactly who I was talking about.
“Nah. I beat his ass though,” he stated, and I nodded.
“Did you say what he did to me in front of anyone?” I asked.
“I didn’t,” he was quick with his response.
“So, you didn’t tell anyone what he did then?” I reworded the question.
When he took his eyes off me, and they dropped, looking down at my plate that was still filled with food, I knew then that he had told someone, and that’s when I quickly stood up from the stool, and I tried to walk away, but he reached his arms out, pulling me.
He scooted the stool back that he was sitting in, so that he could leave space for me to stand in front of him, and once I was there, he scooted the stool back up to the island, locking me in, leaving me with nowhere to go.
“I told you not to tell anyone about that, Tavion, and you still did it. That’s why I didn’t want to ever talk about it. You did exactly what I knew you were going to do,” my voice cracked, as I looked him in his eyes.
“Bae, I understand that that wasn’t my secret to tell, and I’m sorry about that. I only said something to my grandma, and I told her not to say shit to anyone else about it, and I know she won’t. She not even like that. The only reason why I told her is because I had just finished beating that nigga’s ass, and she was just trying to make sense of the situation. I ain’t going to tell that shit to nobody else. I promise, aight?” he asked, and I could hear it in his voice that he was sincere.
I hated how emotional this shit was making me. I stood in front of him, face leaking in tears, as I used my hands to try and wipe the tears away as best as I could.
Tank scooted closer to the edge of the chair that he was sitting in, and his hands wrapped around my waist, allowing me to have my moment. It took a few minutes for me to calm down, and once I was somewhat calm, he pulled me down onto his lap, sitting me on his right thigh, and he pulled my plate over, putting it in front of me, so that I could eat something. My appetite was non- existent, as I leaned my head on him, putting it on his chest.
“At least eat one of the bacon’s, baby. Come on. I slaved in the kitchen for you this morning,” he joked, and I fought to keep my laugh to myself, but I ended up releasing it anyways.
He picked up one of the turkey bacon’s that was on my plate, and as if I was a child, he fed it to me. I forced myself to eat it, not wanting to seem ungrateful of the fact that he’d cooked forme. He fed me a couple of bites of the eggs, and poured syrup on the French toast, where I only ate one fork full of it. I couldn’t even tell you the last time that I’ve eaten a full meal. I was still mourning the loss of Bagel, so with that, I haven’t eaten in days, and with this secret being revealed, that was going to weigh heavy on me some more, moving me away from my appetite all over again.
“Run the streets with me today. I don’t want you staying in the house by yourself all day. I have a few things to take care of at the stores, and then I’ll be free. What you want to do when I’m done with that?” he asked me.
“Can you take me shopping?” I lifted my head up and looked him in his eyes. The fact that he smiled only proved to me that he’s never been shopping with me before. I could tear a mall down, especially when I was feeling depressed.
“We can do that. Let me blow a fuckin bag on you, baby. I told you that I trick, so I gotta prove to you that I’m not all talk, and that I really meant what I said to you,” he voiced, and then he leaned his head down, so that he could kiss me on my lips.
I lifted my hand, putting it on the side of his face, and I went back in for the kiss. I could taste the syrup on his lips, so I swiped my tongue across both his top, and bottom lip, and then I parted my lips a little bit, closing my eyes, and we started slowly, sensually kissing.
Because I was in his lap, I could feel his dick jumping in his briefs. A couple of times, I tried to reach down with my free hand, so that I could put my hand inside of his briefs, wanting to pull it out, but he kept stopping me. I went in for the third, and final time, wanting to pull it out, but he stopped me again, and that’s when I broke the kiss, looking at him with annoyance all over my face.
“Tank, what the fuck!” I snapped at him.
