Page 18 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Aye, just making sure.” I opened her car door, waiting for her to get in.

For a moment we sat quietly, our focus not on anything particular.

“How’s your day been so far?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“It’s been pretty good. Busy.” She giggled softly. “What about you? How’s your day?”

“Shit, busy but boring. All these meetings they have me sitting in, it’s draining.”

“I can only imagine,” she laughed. “You’ll get used to it. It may be boring but I’m sure it comes with a lot of perks other than money.”

“It does,” I agreed. “I’m not gonna lie though, the shit is a headache and a slight inconvenience when it comes to all the other shit I have going on in my life. I have other businesses that I run with partnerships. The toughest issue right now is breaking the news to them.”

“Breaking what news? That you’re now a CEO of a billion dollar company?”

“Nah, that I’m thinking about resigning from my position as a partner.”

“Oh, you don’t think they’ll be understanding, huh?” She glanced at me.

“Something like that. We’ve been rocking and making money together for years.”

“Well, if the bond is solid, there shouldn’t be any hard feelings about you wanting to elevate or lightening up your load. It’s tough trying to juggle multiple businesses. Hell, it’s tough trying to balance one, at least that’s how it was for me. So, I understand.”

“What type of business do you have?”

“I had a catering business. I let it go so I could focus on my daughter and my own personal issues that I had going on. It was a tough decision, but it is what it is.” She shrugged.

I watched silently as she bit into her sandwich.

“So you like to cook?”

“I love to cook.” She smiled. “It’s literally my love language.”

“Word?” I smirked, my eyes glancing over her.

“You should uh…you should get your business started back up then.”

“That would be nice but I literally don’t have the time or the finances. I mean, now that I’m working, once I save up enough money I’ll consider it.” She shrugged. “Do you want to try this?” She pointed to the other half of her sandwich resting in the container on her lap.

Before I could respond, she began breaking off a piece before holding it in my direction. I grabbed her hand, and guided it to my mouth to take a bite. Our eyes stayed connected the whole time as I witnessed her bashful gaze. I held on to her hand as I chewed, and once I finished, I made sure to suck her fingertips to clean off the sauce I left behind.

“Oh wow,” she cleared her throat while slowly pulling her hand away.

“Damn, what kind of sandwich is that?” I asked, licking my lips.

“Um, it’s…it’s a…oh my god, I’m sorry.” She laughed. “You have me so speechless right now.”

“My bad.” I chuckled. “That shit good though. I fuck with it.”

The sound of her phone chiming interrupted our moment. Her entire demeanor changed as she read a text on her screen. She played it off smoothly, but I knew whoever texted her, must’ve been someone she didn’t want to talk to. Then, it dawned on me. I had never asked her if she was in a relationship. I had never heard her mention anything about her daughter's father. Shit, I haven’t even noticed a ring on her finger.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yea, I’m fine.” She gave a half smile.

“I wanna ask you something. It never crossed my mind until now.”

“Okay…” she waited for me to continue.