“Don’t act brand new because we in front of Troi and Onyx. You don’t gotta thank me for a $20 meal,” Kas assured. Yanna leaned over and placed a gracious kiss on his lips. Onyx and Troi sat across the table, both sporting identical looks of confusion. “Fuck you looking at me like that for, Nyx?”
“Because y’all muh’fuckas weird as hell. Like two fucking Sour Patch Kids. First, y’all sour, then y’all sweet. Shit is crazy.”
“The shit don’t got to make sense to nobody but us,” Kas affirmed.
With a point of her finger, Yanna added emphasis to his statement. Onyx shook his head while Troi laughed, prompting Kian to laugh with her. The group continued to joke and eat.When they were done, Onyx let Yanna know he would get her the necessary paperwork for the new position she’d be starting soon. He enforced one more time before doing so that he would have no bullshit from her and Kas. She swore there would be none, but anyone who’d been around long enough to know the couple knew that was a promise she wasn’t capable of keeping.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun peeping through the curtains in his bedroom shone into Kas’ eyes, serving as an alarm that it was time to get up for the day. He didn’t have to go to the label, so he planned to spend as much time doing what he loved most… chilling with Yanna. Pulling her soft body into his, he began to place kisses all over her face.
“Yanna boo.”
“Yes, Kasra?”
“Wake yo fine ass up.”
“But why?”
“Because I wanna look in yo face a lil’ bit before you have to go to work.”
“Ugh, you’re so obsessed with me.” Yanna joked, tossing the covers from their bodies and hopping off the bed. The sight of her curves covered only in a thong caused Kas’ teeth to sink into his bottom lip.
“Sexy ass, come on, let’s hurry up and get in the shower so I can show you something.”
Yanna squealed when Kas lifted her, slapping her ass while making way to his bathroom. What could’ve been a quick 20 minute joint shower lasted well over 45. One of Kas’ favoriteplaces to bury himself within Yanna’s walls was his shower, and he was always sure to make an event of it. Once they were done showering, they both got dressed and headed down to his massive kitchen. The vast chef style galley was barely used, and for good reason. Neither he nor Yanna could cook to save their lives. Every once in a while, Yanna liked to attempt to cook something, and he never denied her the opportunity. Seated on his marble island, Kas admired the way Yanna’s ass moved in her tiny lounge shorts as she pulled out ingredients, pots, pans and bowls.
“Stop staring and help. Here, crack these eggs. Two for me, and however many you want.” She demanded, handing him a half dozen eggs and a small bowl.
Kas accepted the items, barely paying attention to what he was doing, because his attention was fixed on the blonde bombshell prancing through his kitchen as if she knew what she was doing. Moments like this made him wish he had the ability to freeze time. These instances… when Yanna wasn’t obsessing over a hypothetical broken heart, when she was just living in their moment— were the best. These occurrences were the foundation of his answer when his cousins asked why he put up with Yanna’s ways. Why he remained a willing participant in the circles she led them in. It was the side of her she didn’t allow anyone else to catch a glimpse of. Her softer side, even if he had to capture it in small doses, he coveted like his next breath. Cabinets slammed closed when Yanna pulled out a large mixing bowl, dumping in the ingredients she thought made pancakes. After she’d made her batter, she buttered a griddle pan and spooned some of the concoction onto it. Leaving the pancakes to cook, she turned to Kas for the eggs. One look into the bowl and she was giving him the screw face.
“Kasra Hussein, really?”
“What happened?”
“You do know the shells are supposed to be discarded, right? Why are they in the bowl with the eggs?”
“Shit, boo, I won’t paying these eggs no attention. Yo’ fine ass prancing around my kitchen cooking for a nigga had me mesmerized.”
Yanna’s infectious smile grew wider, hands pressed to his chest as she playfully pushed him. “Why can’t you ever take anything serious?”
“Shit, I am serious. C’mere right quick.”
“Damn, is that all you think about? I’m trying to feed you, and you trying to fuck.”
“We both know you can’t cook though… fucking, on the other hand, that’s yo strong suit. Gimme’ kiss.”
Yanna wanted to feign insult, but she conceded and fell into Kas’ arms, allowing him to engage her in a kiss. One quick peck turned into three, which turned into a full session of heavy panting and their tongues twirling. The encore to their shower loving was about to commence until the sound of the smoke alarm broke them from their revelry.
“Look what you did! You made me burn the food!”
“Girl, I won’t eating that shit no way. I don’t know how you thought you was gone make pancakes out of cornmeal and baking soda.”
“See if I try to cook for your yellow ass again because you stay trying to carry me. Just because I don’t be whipping up strawberry crepes and shit like Layla doesn’t mean I can’t cook.”
“No, the fact that you can’t cook means you can’t cook. Don’t feel bad because I can’t cook either. That’s alright though because my sister can cook, my Mumma can cook, and I’m rich. We going to crash somebody kitchen for breakfast, or you want me to order something?”
“Order something, I don’t feel like being in everybody else space this morning. Ooh, can you Uber Eats us some HuddleHouse? I want Oreo Pancakes with scrambled eggs and an orange juice.”
