I picked the bag of food up and examined the contents. Luckily, the pancakes and bacon were still in the clear container. The syrup too.
I shrugged after her comment. “Been there. Done that.”
“And you goin’ back!” she exclaimed, snaking her damn neck ghetto-ish.
“Not if they don’t find yo’ body,” I smirked. Shut her ass up real quick. Her mouth snapped shut. Eyes still stretched. I waved my gun over to the living room area. “Go sit yo’ ass down somewhere. Take yo’ shoes off ‘fore you move from that spot.”
Exhaling loudly, she came up out of her boots. Not worried about her running out, I turned my back on her and strolled to the living room before my shit got too cold. Over my shoulder, I could see her following behind me, slowly.
I sat down on my beanbag and opened the container of food. Not paying her any mind when she sat on my couch, I spread butter on my pancakes, followed by syrup, then dug in. I had food in my kitchen—fully stocked, but when I got on my level, I wanted what I wanted, and I ain’t have pancakes in the kitchen.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, savoring the taste. I stuck my tongue out to lick the syrup that was on the corner of my mouth.
I peeked over at her, sitting there with her arms crossed, mugging the fuck out of me.
“Lord, I know I said I wish I had some pussy during this storm, but damn…”
Chapter Two
Ihad a stressful day. From customers going crazy because of the snowstorm that was coming, and some just being fucking rude, like this nigga here.
When I got the alert for a delivery, I contemplated it at first because I didn’t want to get caught up in the storm, but since it wasn’t too far away, and I could use the money, I took the order. If only I had known that it would have landed me here at this nigga’s house… I would have never taken the order, and now I was stuck until who knows when.
His house was clean and smelled good. His cologne and soap, which he used when he showered, lingered in the air. Even though he looked clean, that attitude made his ass ugly as fuck. He wasn’t, though. Tall, milk chocolate brown-skinned with a thuggish demeanor. He had a scraggly beard, and you can tell he had some good hair. It was braided back, but it looked really soft. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos, giving him more of a bad boy look.
Mean.
Stupid.
Grouchy.
Grinch.
He sat on that damn bean bag chair with his long legs stretched out, eating his pancakes. I wished I had thrown that bag so hard that the shit would have fallen out of the container and onto the ground.
I saw him cut his eyes over to me. Placing my hands in the pockets of my hoodie, that’s when it hit me… I had my cellphone.
“Toss your phone on the coffee table lil’ mama,” he said as he chewed a piece of bacon, not even looking at me.
“No,” I stated.
He shoveled a forkful of pancakes into his mouth, chewed slowly, then pointed the fork at me. “Your phone. Coffee table.”
Again, I argued, “No.”
The Grinch let out a sharp laugh. “You don’t know the type of nigga I am, sweetheart. Put that shit on the damn table or fuck around and find out.”
Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I cussed his ass out so bad in my head, but I dropped my phone on the coffee table with aclank.Satisfied, he continued with his meal until he was done. He stood, grabbed my phone, and took off toward…I’m guessing the kitchen.
No one would be looking for me at this time because I’d told my parents and best friend, Millie, that I was going to bed. After the day I had, thatwasmy plan. I should have gone along withthatplan.
He came out of the kitchen, and then I watched him swagger down the hall, not saying shit to me. My phone wasn’t in sight. It was probably in his pocket.
Frustrated because I could have been in my warm bed, watching murder shows until I fell asleep, I sat back on his sofa waiting for whatever was next.
How long was he keeping me? Would I have to sleep here?
Hell, I was tired, and now my bladder reminded me that I had to use someone else’s bathroom. The guy came back with a floss pick between his lips.
