“It don’t even matter. Yo fiancé been working me like a slave, and I didn’t have time to eat anything.”
“Onyx.” Troi scolded.
“Onyx, what? That nigga knew how to get him something to eat if he was hungry. Stop letting him finesse you… move, nigga.” Onyx used Kas’ backpack to pull him away from Troi.
“I see you still threatened by me, Nyx. Don’t worry, you already trapped sis with Kian bad ass, she ain’t going nowhere.” He ducked, evading Onyx’s attempt to punch him in his arm. “Quit playing. Come on, Yanna boo, I’mma follow you to the crib,” he declared, taking Yanna’s hand and leading her to the exit.
“What I don’t understand is why you always got on them lil’ ass shorts. Stay complaining about niggas being touchy but always got yo’ ass out,” Kas chastised Yanna as they entered Troi and Onyx’s kitchen.
As Onyx predicted, Troi let Kas finesse her, and she’d ended up making a quick dinner of baked salmon, asparagus, and garlic mashed potatoes.
“I don’t care if I was ass naked, that doesn’t give an invitation for anyone to touch me.”
“That shit looks like an invitation to me,” Kas countered, slapping Yanna on the ass to add emphasis.
“Keep your hands off me.”
“Man, I’m too tired to deal with the two of y’all. Y’all muh’fuckas swear y’all not together but always on this same bullshit.”
“That be her with all thatwe not togethershit. You see where she always at, though.”
“Whatever,” Yanna replied as they convened around the table, passing dishes around until everyone’s plates were filled to their satisfaction. “This salmon looks so good,” Yanna mentioned as her phone vibrated on the table.
“Who texting us?” Kas questioned.
Picking up her phone, Yanna checked to see she had a text message from her mother. Scoffing, she slid the phone over to Kas. “Here, it’s for you.”
Kas picked up the phone and entered her passcode. Opening the iMessage app, he read a text from her mom. “Yo mumma said she hungry and got a taste for some Jamaican food. She want you to bring her something from that spot downtown.”
Yanna rolled her eyes because her mother was always demanding something of her without bothering to see if she was busy or not. After being in the club all day, the last thing she wanted to do was deal with Janis.
“I think they’re on DoorDash. Can you go on there and order her a large Oxtail dinner with cabbage and a side of rice and peas? The 5thAvenue address saved on there is hers.”
Kas nodded, going into the app to put in the order.
“Wait, he has the code to your phone?” Troi questioned disbelievingly.
“He does because of you.”
“Me? How the hell is it because of me?”
“Because you let Onyx dick whip you. Remember that night you made us sit up with you for hours while you cried about how Onyx wasn’t shit?”
“I do.”
“Kas bet me you would fold, but I said you would stand on business. Not even an hour later, we heard your ass screaming, so I lost that bet. I was supposed to post Kas on my Instagram, but I wasn’t doing that dumb shit. The code to my phone was the alternative.”
“Well, that’s not my fault at all. You should’ve posted him on the gram.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Everybody already know you mine anyway, you might as well put my fine ass on yo page.”
“They don’t know shit. They only think they know, and that’s their problem. Anyway, did you order the food?”
“Yea, I just sent it through. She’ll get it in 45 minutes.” Unbeknownst to Yanna, Kas had removed her saved payment methods and added his card as the default. Yanna was always so adamant about not allowing him to take care of her. However, for Kas, one of the reasons he was so endeared to Yanna was because of the way she cared for her mom, even though Janis was the source of a lot of her trauma. Therefore, any opportunity he got to surreptitiously lighten her load, he took it.
“Thank you, Kasra.”
