Brion and I conversed until I entered the house, walked upstairs, and turned the shower on so the water could heat up. I did my skincare routine, brushed my teeth, and showered. Once I was in the bed, I felt like I’d hit the lottery. It had been a rough day, but I was certain that I’d wake up the next day and be in a better mood. I couldn’t say the same for Isaac, however. I knew once he got served, he was going to flip his shit. And I didn’t even care.
CHAPTER 6
JOSIE
I was sittingin my home office responding to emails when the doorbell rang. I knew it was Huncho because he was coming by to pick up his cookie order. Standing up, I pulled my yoga shorts out of my crack and headed to the door. My newfound love for baking had added some extra pounds to my previously one-hundred-and-fifty-pound frame, and I wasn’t mad at it. I stood five feet six, so that wasn’t too bad. I didn’t even think the six extra pounds were too bad. I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed the cute little box of cookies I’d packaged up nice and pretty for Huncho.
When I opened the door, however, I got a surprise. “What’s up?” he slurred with red eyes making my brows hike. I could literally smell the liquor wafting off him. My eyes darted over his shoulder and around the outside.
“You’re driving?” I asked in a puzzled tone. I couldn’t see inside his car because the windows were tinted. Surely, he wasn’t driving because he looked like at any moment, he was going to fall flat on his face.
“Yeah.” His glassy eyes bore into mine. “Those my cookies?” Huncho licked his lips as his gaze shifted from my face to the box I was holding.
I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Sure, he had arrived at my home, but what kind of person would I be to let him leave in the condition that he was in?
“Um, Huncho, step inside for a moment please.” He had left his car running, but I lived in a good neighborhood. I doubted anyone would come along and steal it.
“What’s good?” he questioned me with furrowed brows.
Huncho was handsome for sure. Even in his drunken state the man was one of the most beautiful specimens God had ever crafted. Despite his good looks and the diamonds, he was rocking, there was a heaviness around Huncho that damn near dominated the energy between us. It wasn’t anything I should be gravitating toward, but he was young. And he didn’t need to be driving. Any decent person would know that.
“Um, I wanted to ask you about your brother. Like what kinds of things does he like? I don’t want my wedding gift to just be what I think my sister will like.”
Huncho’s eyes narrowed as he eyed me suspiciously. “You couldn’t ask your sister that?”
“I want it to be a surprise.”
“You trying to throw me some pussy, shorty?” he asked with an obnoxious gleam in his eyes.
“Nigga are you slow?” I snapped. “Please don’t piss me off. If you must know, you’re sloppy fucking drunk and don’t need to be driving. You can come in and sober up for a bit, or I can call your brother.”
Huncho frowned and drew back a little. “Call my brother? You act like I’m a lil’ kid or something, and Hymn can come whoop my ass.”
“Maybe you’re just childish and that’s the way you’re thinking. If I was shit faced I’d want someone to call my sister rather than let me get in the car and hurt myself or someone else.”
Ignoring me, Huncho eased his hand into his pocket and pulled out a bank roll. He peeled off two twenty-dollar bills and extended them toward me. “Can I get my cookies, please?”
“Nope,” I clicked my tongue and looked him up and down. “Cut your car off. Come sit down for an hour and drink some water. After that you can be gone.”
Huncho stared at me for a few minutes like he was either contemplating doing what I asked or slapping the shit out of me. I’d advise his ass to make the right choice. Matching his glare, I didn’t back down. If he chose to ignore me and something bad happened, it wouldn’t be on my conscience.
“I can’t believe this shit,” Huncho chuckled and turned toward his car.
I had no idea if he’d get in the car and leave or if he was going to turn it off. Either way was fine with me because at least I had tried. When Huncho left one leg resting outside of the car, I knew he was going to turn it off. When he came back inside, he strolled past me with his lips set in a hard line. Following him, I stood in front of him when he sat down and gave him the box of cookies.
“It’s kind of early to be smelling like a distillery, isn’t it?”
Huncho’s face scrunched. “I’m a grown ass man. I can drink whenever I want to. I didn’t know it had to be a certain time to get drunk.”
I chose not to respond. Instead, I walked in my office and got my phone. Placing one leg in my accent chair, I sat on it.
“Don’t call my brother, yo.” Huncho’s tone was stern, and I wanted to know who he thought he was checking.
“Why would I call your brother when you came in and sat down? I’m not trying to hold you hostage; I just want you to sober up. You can take some of that bass out your voice before I slap those cookies out of your hand.”
“That’ll be on you,” he shrugged passively. “You didn’t take the money, so I haven’t paid yet.”
“Next time I’ll let you wrap your car around a tree,” I replied sarcastically.
