Page 38 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

She stepped away from the food and her forehead wrinkled. “Yes, his name is Hendrix, and he’s been my best friend…well, we used to date---”

“Mannn get the fuck outta here. So, ya’ll were together, fucking and what not and now y’all live together as friends. That ain’t gone cut it Story.” Never would have thought I’d turn up the way I did, but I couldn’t stop my mouth from going.

“Halo, it’s not like that at all. Me and Hendrix were together in middle school. It was never sexual and he ended up coming out to me as gay. Since then, we remained close and have a tight bond.”

I pointed behind me, “You mean to tell me that nigga who just left here is gay?”

“Yes! Very gay! This isn’t the olden days when gay men switched and wore a dress only. He may not fit the ‘aesthetic’ that you’re thinking but Hendrix is gay.” She explained.

“If I tried to push up on him, he’d take it. He doesn’t want no pussy at all?”

“If you tried him, he would immediately take the bait. You’re his type and the answer is no. Pussy and Hendrix do not mix at all.”

I walked closer to her and continued keeping eye contact. “You said y’all have a tight bond. The nigga trusted you with his biggest secret. Obviously, you know him better than anyone. You mean to tell me he doesn’t want your pussy in any kind of way? For comfort or familiarity?” We were so close I could smell her floral perfume scent, and I know she could smell amber cologne scent.

“Even though we are close, like extremely close. I promise you that we have no kind of sexual innuendo between us. He is my best friend and nothing more.”

A piece of her long hair was stuck to the corner of her lip. I took it upon myself and moved it then played with the ends of her hair.

“You better be sure of that Story. Don’t come to me later down the line and tell me how he wanted to dip his head in yo’ kitty litter.”

Story snickered so loud. “Kitty litter! Really!?”

“Hell, yeah really!” I laughed too, then I noticed something on her face that I kept looking at every time she showed it. “That one dimple is going to be my undoing when it comes to you.”

“To be fair I only have one dimple. You have two deep ones along with those unique setoff eyes. So, I lost in the undoing department.”

While she talked, I was listening to her, but I was hypnotized by her scent and voice. I shook my head, “I disagree. All you need is that one cute ass dimple. Then you have that long hair, that smile, soothing voice, and that scent. Those are dangerous combinations for a man like me.”

Story moved a little closer to me, and I thought we were about to have a special kind of moment. But she flinched like someone who snapped out of a fantasy. After she flinched, she created a lot of space between us and there was a phony smile on her face.

“This food is screaming for me to dive in! Thank you for bringing it!” Story took the bag from my hand and untied it.

I felt a kind of way when she reacted that way. My insecurities grew that I already have about myself. Had I been Greek or Golden, she would be naked by now. But because it was me and I was a fucking mess, she saw through it. Part of me wanted to leave and never look back.

But Story and I had a connection that I could not ignore. I’m meant to be another close friend like her and Hendrix. The thought of being in the same category as that nigga made me turn my nose up and my anger grow. But looking at her plate our food with a smile made me calm down.

“What’chu got to drink?” I asked her while getting some paper towel from the roll that was on the counter.

“Yeah. We have bottles of Sprite, Dr. Pepper, Minute Maid fruit punch and water. I’ll have whatever you grab.”

I opened the refrigerator and got two bottles of Minute Maid fruit punch. Then I followed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Story had on this short green tennis looking dress and her pretty feet were in gold Nike slides with stones on them.

I could see a hint of her ass cheeks as she went up the stairs. To fucking short for her to be living with that nigga. Gay or not, you can’t tell me he doesn’t sneak a peek at her. I ain’t buying that gay shit that much.

“This is a cute ass room.” I looked around her girly bedroom. It smelled just like her and the decorum fitted Story to the T.

“Thank you. Let me go grab the trays.” She put our plates on her dresser and went into her closet. Story came back with two bed trays, and she set them up for us. “I love these trays. They come in handy when I want to eat in bed.” She joked.

“Yeah, I might gotta copy and get me some.” I took my shoes off and put them behind her bedroom door. Then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and left on my black beater. When I looked up Story was looking at my arms and chest like I was the food on her plate. I just smirked as I untied my bandana and put it on top of my shirt.

Story took her slides off and climbed onto her bed. I did the same, she passed me my plate, and I passed her the drink.

“What do you want to watch?” She questioned me.

I looked at the options on the screen and recognized a movie I had never seen. “You ever seen What Happens in Vegas?”

“No, I haven’t and I love Ashton Kutcher.”