“It smells so good in here. Are you cooking, sir?”
“Of course. I never mind making myself a little breakfast if I'm hungry.”
“Oh, wow.”
She walked over and peeked into each pot sitting on the stove.
“Damn, these grits look good.”
“Not as good as your ass though.” He sucked his teeth.
“If only I could get them so thick.”
I winked, and she smiled.
I looked at her from her toes to the top of her head. Even this early in the morning, Ari was perfect. She had that naturalbeauty you can’t replicate. No surgeon on earth could make the ass she has with those perfect dimples placed in just the right places.
“If you go out on the patio. I’ll bring your plate out in a minute, baby girl.”
“Ouu, breakfast on the patio sounds so romantic. Thank you, Proc.”
“Don’t thank me, baby. It’s what I’m supposed to do.”
She reached to pinch my cheek before she walked out of the patio door.
I plated the food and set everything on a board that one of the chefs I’d hired had left behind. Then, I poured us glasses of orange juice and a pitcher of water, just in case the juice didn’t quench our thirst.
I walked outside, set the board with the food down, and Ari never looked so happy. The view from my penthouse was beautiful as hell, but the mountains in the background couldn’t compete with her.
“I didn’t even know I was hungry until you brought this out here.”
“Well, dig in, baby.”
“I don’t mind if I do.” She replied, grabbing one of the plates from the board.
Ari tore into the food, impressed, and so was I.
I knew Ari was full once she set her fork down and rested her elbow on the table, having to physically hold her head up.
“You good, baby?”
“Yes, way past good. This was great, Proc, but now that we’ve eaten, are you going to take me back to see Cyn so I can check on her?”
“Cyn is fine. Trust me. My son wouldn’t let a mosquito bite her in the middle of the fuckin jungle.”
“I know that’s right. I wish I had that kind of protection.”
“And you do, now. I don’t give a fuck who I have to hurt to protect you.”
“Trust, I know that about you by now, but my question is, can you dial it down at times? Will you always be in protection and paranoia mode with me?”
“Not when I don’t have to be. Look at me now, for instance. Out here eating breakfast on the patio like a simp ass nigga, and I haven’t even checked my phone to handle business yet. I got straight up and cooked for you because I understand I have to make sure you straight first. Especially after you had my toes curled like bangs last night.”
She burst out laughing.
“Well, that must explain why I haven’t checked my phone much either. I just texted my aunt like two minutes ago to check on my baby, and she said everything was good.”
“Our baby.” I corrected her, and she smiled.
