“I know but I want to cook. I’m not a chef but I can do a little something, and with your limited groceries, it’s just a little,” she says with a smirk. “We need to go to the store.”
“We can do that but we not getting too much. I’m not trying to have you cooking all the damn time.”
“Okay,” she says, then shrugs. Then she places her cup on the table next to his box. Her arms latch around his neck. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to go to the homecoming game? Your family’s going to be there.”
“I’m absolutely sure. You need to meet them anyway. Remember what you said,” he says.
“What did I say?”
“That you would let me spoil you. That means you’re mine and it’s time for you to meet the most important people in my life. They also need to meet the woman who has me all soft and shit.”
“Soft? Have I met this soft assassin yet?” she teases while laughing.
“Damn. Just shoot a nigga down then. I thought I was treating you right,” he says before kissing her neck.
“Oh, you are and you know it,” she says, kissing his lips. “Why you think I’m cooking? I don’t just do that for any man.”
“Hell, I better be the only man. You already know my gun skills. Don’t fuck around and get some stupid nigga erased,” he says with so much aggression she can feel it between her legs.
She likes that shit.
The fact that she knows he’ll never display that aggression toward her is assuring, sexy, and a turn on. Akeem has the type of male energy she loves: hard for the world but soft for those he loves and cares for, aggressive but tender with her, and possessive but not controlling. He’s everything she has been missing and needs.
Smiling hard, she says, “Trust me, I won’t. I have no desire to.”
“I like that,” he says.
“And I like you,” she admits.
“I like that even better.” After placing his hand behind her neck, Akeem leans up and kisses her passionately. When they break the kiss, he stares into her alluring eyes. They get him every time and he finds himself sucked in, wanting to solve whatever questions or issues lurking in them. No matter how close they seem to get, a small piece of him thinks she’s guarded, especially when it comes to her sister. Losing a loved one is hard and losing a sibling has to be devastating.Is she really handling it?“But you good, right?” he asks, seemingly out of the blue.
With pinched eyebrows, she responds with a question of her own. “Why did you ask that?”
“Just checking, ’cause if you’re not, I want you to know you can tell me. I’ll do anything I can to make whatever isn’t good back right.”
“I’m fine; I promise,” she says. “I got an unlimited supply of ice. I’m on the balcony of a beautiful condo, all over an even more beautiful man. I’m smiling before nine o’clock in the morning and I’m not a morning person. Thanks to you, I’m fine for once in a long ass time.” Her lips crash into his, and after trying to kiss the furrow out of his brows, she adds, “Stop looking so serious. Roll a blunt while I go in here and cook this food.”
“I gotta finish setting up my stash box first,” he says with an appreciative smile. Her gift took him by surprise in a good way. She’d thought of him and bought something he could not only use but likes. “I wanted to do that shit last night but I wasn’t trying to looksoftin front of you,” he admits, half joking. “Thank you again.”
“You welcome,” she says before pecking his lips. “Roll one big enough for me to hit too. It’s still early. After we eat andsmoke, I want to get back in bed and climb on you. Can we do that?” she asks, then stands. She heads into the condo before he can respond because the look on his handsome face is answer enough.
Before heading to the kitchen, she walks into his master bedroom and slips on a pair of tights. She also detaches her cell from the charger and sees three text messages.
305-392-1311: What’s going on?
305-392-1311: We need to talk.
305-392-1311: Come see me before I have to come to you.
The last text was a warning and the last thing Sunjiya needs is for the sender to actually come to her, definitely not now, when things are so damn perfect.
“Shit,” she utters as she rereads the texts. After sighing heavily, Sunjiya responds reluctantly.
Sunjiya: That’s not the plan.
305-392-1311: I still need to see you.
Sunjiya: December as planned.
