Two days after I sprained my ankle, I was sitting on my couch confused because the doorman called from the lobby and said I had a delivery. I hadn’t ordered anything, so I wondered what it was. When I told him about my injury, he assured me that I could stay put, and he’d bring it up. I went ahead and stood up, so I wouldn’t keep him waiting while I hobbled to the door. I hadn’t left my condo in two days, and I was starting to go a little stir crazy. I could walk, but I couldn’t walk good, so I didn’t really want to go out in public.
I was already near the door when the bell rang. After opening the door, I saw the doorman, Lenny, holding a brown paper bag. I hadn’t ordered food or groceries. “I appreciate it, man.” I took the bag from him.
“No problem. Let me know if you need anything else.”
With a head nod, I closed the door. I sat on the couch and placed the bag on the ottoman that I’d been resting my leg on. The bag was folded and stapled to keep it from coming open. After popping the staple out, I peered inside the bag, and my mouth watered at the bundt cake that was on top. Slowly, I pulled out the red velvet bundt cake with cream cheese icing. Underneath it was a strawberries and cream bundt cake. Underneath that one, was a chocolate bundt cake. Pulling the envelope off the bag, I opened it and removed the card.
I wasn’t sure what kind of cake you like, but I remember you saying you eat like a fool when it comes to sweets. So, I hope you like at least one of these. Get well soon. – Brion.
The card had me chuckling. I hadn’t talked to her since the day before my game. My ass was still sulking and hadn’t been talking to anybody. I figured that when I did reach out to her, she might have an attitude, but she was sending me cakes and shit. Grabbing my phone off the couch beside me, I facetimed her. After three rings, Brion answered the phone wearing a full face of makeup looking amazing.
“Damn where you going?” I asked taking her in. She was gorgeous without makeup, but she was looking like a superstar with a full face. Curls framed her face, and the visual of her had my dick hard pretty much instantly.
“London talked me into filming with her for a scene where she went to a baby shower. This is the second time. She did negotiate pay for me this appearance, but I’m not sure I’m trying to do the reality show thing. Those women are a lot.”
From the day I met Brion, she never gave clout chaser, gold digger, or any of the kinds of women men like me tried to stay away from. I really believed she was a genuine person with pure intentions.
“Thank you for the cakes. They look delicious. Although, you didn’t have to call me a fat ass Kelly Price in the note.”
Brion’s jaw slacked, and she looked appalled for two seconds before she laughed. “I did not call you a fat ass Kelly Price.” Something got Brion’s attention causing her to look away from the camera. “What is it?” her tone was low. “Me? If they’re from ole boy, I don’t want them.” She was speaking low, but I heard every word. Then, she kissed her teeth. “Let me see the card.”
With a smile on my face, I watched Brion reach for something. She continued to hold the phone while her head was down, and she opened the card. When her head lifted, she was smiling at me. “Read it out loud.”
“Sorry I’ve been in my own little world. Even while I’ve been sulking, I’ve been thinking about you.” Brion’s head dropped bashfully.
“Who is it from?” I heard a female voice ask.
“This man.” Brion turned the phone, so the person she was talking to could see me. Though she looked young, I assumed I was looking at Brion’s mother because the woman looked just like her.
“Hi, sir. I’m Brion’s mother. The flowers are beautiful.”
“Thank you. I’m Hymn. Nice to meet you.”
Brion turned the phone back on herself. “He fine girl,” her mother declared making me laugh.
“Get out of here lady,” Brion chuckled. “Thank you. These are gorgeous. I was so ready to throw them in the trash thinking they were from my ex; I didn’t even fathom they might be from you.”
“I guess we were thinking about each other at the same time, huh?”
“Yeah, I didn’t take you not responding personal. I know you have a lot going on.”
Just like that, my dick was hard again. “Where are your daughters?”
“In the kitchen helping my sister bake cookies. Them and my sister will have their nosey butts in here in a bit.”
“Can I see you tonight?”
Brion’s simper didn’t help my erection. She was always so damn shy acting. That turned me on more than a woman being overly aggressive. Go after what you want, but damn near raping a man or begging him to have sex wasn’t attractive to me.
“Give me about two hours. I’ll leave out when the girls are good and sleep.”
“Bet.”
I finally had a reason to get up off the couch. Even though I had been lounging around the house all day doing nothing, I never got in my bed without washing my ass, so it would have gotten done, regardless. But I was going to take one before Brion arrived. Walking or limping rather and not putting a lot of weight on my foot was annoying. It took me double the amount of time to do everything. However, I kept trying to tell myself that it could have been worse.
After my shower, I carried one of the cakes in the kitchen and cut myself a slice. Carefully, I carried the saucer and a fork into the living room and sat down. The red velvet bundt cake was so moist, and when I realized it had tiny chocolate chips in it, I closed my eyes and moaned like a big bitch. That cake was going to get demolished effortlessly. Not being able to really exercise, being bored, and annoyed was more than likely going to cause excessive eating and drinking while I was out of the game, but I didn’t even give a damn.
Who the hell wanted to be sad and healthy? I devoured the cake in about five bites. When I realized I hadn’t broughtanything to drink from the kitchen, I sucked my teeth. Standing up, I walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. As soon as I sat down, the doorbell rang. All I could do was drop my head and chuckle. You had to be kidding me. With a sigh, I stood up again and went to open the door for Brion. My frustration was forgotten when I saw her standing in the hallway looking good as hell. The makeup she had on earlier had been washed off, but she was still gorgeous. Brion’s hair was still in loose curls, and she was wearing an oversized black and white graphic tee as a dress. On her feet were black and white sneakers. She looked fashionable and fuckable.
