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I was sitting here, ready to get up and go see what Praylah was doing. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Looking at my phone, I sparked my blunt and decided to facetime Honor. I didn’t do the facetime shit, so I was prepared for her to start talking shit and clowning a nigga.

“Yo’ what the fuck? Nigga facetime yo’ girl not me.” She cheesed into the phone like she was happy to see me. It did feel different video calling her instead of calling her regular. I could see Ju’well standing behind her and nodded my head at her. Ju’well and Honor was a good look. I could tell that my homie was really happy with ol’ girl. Ju’well rolled her eyes hard at me and I remembered that I had fired her feisty ass.

“Ain’t no hard feelings baby girl. Be more professional next time.” I schooled her and she walked off.

“That was fucked up you fired my girl nigga.” Honor looked into the phone and shook her head at me. I sat the phone against my bottle of Moet to hold it up and shrugged my big shoulders. The three of those girls pissed me off.

“Nah, they was wrong. Had me exposing who the fuck I was. Leaving work to go whoop a nigga ass, a nigga that Pray should’ve let me kill.” I clenched my jaws getting pissed all over again. Praylah really didn’t know how stupid she had moved. Anything could’ve happened while she called herself growing balls. Besides, I didn’t want my girl apart of fighting and handling niggas when that was my job.

“Yea, I want that piece and that small ring over there.” Ju’well sat the phone down and I saw a black ceiling and already knew where the hell she was at. Looking at the time, and noting that it was nearing nine pm. I knew she had met at our private jeweler place. We spent good money with Johny Boy, and he would only open after hours to appease us.

“Look at you, big ass trick. Already tricking on a broad.” I pestered with Honor because she was the main one preaching to niggas about not loving these hoes.

“Nigga me? Look at you! Paid apartments, foreign cars… you probably bout to wire me some money right now since I’m right here next to Johny boy.” She giggled and a thought crossed my head.

“You damn right, I’m bout to wire you a hundred and fifty bands now. Ask Johny Boy if he got some pink diamonds? I want Praylah to have a pink diamond ring on her toes and finger.” I stopped talking and thought for a second.

“Pink diamond bracelet and necklace too. Tell him to make a ring and necklace, plus earrings for my daughter. If he need sizes ask ya girl Ju’well since that’s her homegirl.” I chuckled watching Honor’s caramel face turn red as her high ass cheek bones damn near touched her chinky ass eyes.

“Oh shit, next is a wedding ring!” She looked excited as hell, and I just shook my head because I wasn’t on marriage just yet. Shit, my feelings were moving fast as hell for Praylah and didn’t really know how to feel about that.

“Nigga stop with all that. Just get the shit and drop it off to my house.” I ended the call. I didn’t really feel too comfortable expressing how I felt about Praylah. Lakendra was calling, and I quickly ignored her call. There was no point in me blocking the bitch because all she would end up doing is calling from another number or one of those annoying ass apps.

I always imagined me and Lakendra being good ass friends beside me falling out of love with her. I still had love for her dog ass but as time went on that love was starting to vanish. If she kept being such a nuisance, I would get rid of her with quickness. I smoked two more blunts until I felt good and higher than the clouds.

Deciding to mess with my red head, I left everything in the room and walked out. Soon as I exited the room, the smell of whatever Praylah was cooking hit my nose. I didn’t have to taste it to know it was good. The smell alone told me just that.

My dick start bricking up at the thought of Praylah really knowing how to cook. I was a big hungry nigga so a woman knowing how to cook was something that I could fuck with. I thought I was making the shit a little easy for her, giving her a steak to cook. I even sat out instant mashed potatoes to test her cooking skills. If she did make a nigga instant mashed potatoes, then I wouldn’t eat it but would try the steak.

Bending the corner, I eased into the kitchen quietly and just watched Praylah’s back. My eyes scanned her backside from that big head of hers down to her heart shaped wide ass booty. Praylah’s was in her own little world humming and mashing some shit in a pot. I already knew it was potatoes, that shit had me smiling hard as hell. She was smart, she didn’t dare make a nigga no instant mashed potatoes.

I crept up on her and leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck. She shivered a little then turned around to face me. Innocent eyes staring right into my wild orbs. Looking in Praylah’s eyes made me feel a way. Like I had to protect her by all means necessary. A crazy thought crossed my mind and I tried to ignore and drop it.

As my hard dick landed on her soft stomach and I held her by the bottom of her ass cheeks. My next step was plotting a way to get her to move in with me. That shit wasn’t happening any time soon, so I didn’t want to bring that up to her and have her looking at me funny.

“You walked right past your plate. I decided to make two pots of mashed potatoes only because I like adding garlic and extra sour cream to mine before I mash all the other ingredients together. So, the potatoes on your plate along with your smothered steak is traditional.” Every time she talked to me; she talked like she was a little guarded.

Every now and then Pray would get real bold and sassy. I wanted her confidant all the time. When she got nervous about something, she had a hard time making eye contact. Her eyes would land on me for seconds then look at everything else surrounding us.

I released her ass and walked to the kitchen island. Picking up my plate, everything on it looked good.

“I want you to put some of your special mash potatoes on my plate next to the traditional ones.” She nodded her head and took the plate, adding a nice amount. When she got done, I told her to make a plate and then we headed towards my dining room. I took a seat while Praylah went to get us something to drink. Soon as I cut into my smothered steak and put it inside of my mouth, I instantly fell in love.

I followed up with her special mashed potatoes then tasted the traditional ones. They both tasted like she added her personal touch to them. Shit was so good it had me excited as fuck to see what else she could cook. Growing up, one thing I looked forward to was a home-cooked tasty meal. That shit made me fall in love with food. I loved Deserts and all of that good shit. My momma had me spoiled so when I became grown, I started teaching myself how to cook.

By the time Praylah sat down to eat her food, my plate was halfway gone. I looked at her intently as she savored every bite that she took. She licked her lips each time she placed food into her mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that Matthew?” she picked up a napkin and gently dapped around her mouth to make sure she didn’t have food on her mouth. Women cared about shit like that. I didn’t give a fuck if she had the shit dripping down her chest. Her cooking was just that good.

“I want to taste you, like your cooking, Pray. Then… I want to stick my dick all the way inside of you and fuck you hard then slow as fuck. If you don’t feel comfortable with that then it’s cool. I’ll just go shower and beat the fuck out of my dick thinking about how well you fed a nigga.” Silence. That was too be expected, Praylah had to understand that I was direct as fuck, and she had a nigga obsessed with everything there was about her.

“You can, only if you make me feel pain and pleasure.” Her eyes lowered, it’s like she was seducing me with her orbs.

“Praylah, baby… I only want to let you feel pain and pleasure when your mentally stable. I don’t want to enhance any of your negative feelings are thoughts.” When Praylah told me that she sometimes welcomed that bitch ass nigga Sosa hitting her to snap her back into reality because she liked pain when she was depressed. That shit made me think hard, I wasn’t going into this new situation with her applying pain in her life even though it would make her feel good.

Nothing from me would hurt, shit I planned on fucking her hard then slow. I just didn’t want her to start thinking that I would really make some shit hurt. It was only a metaphor when I said I’ll make some shit painfully good.

“When I’m around you Matthew, I feel good. I’m not in a bad space right now. Even though I begged my friends not to go mess with Jarei. I’ll admit that it felt good to cause him pain instead of it being the other way around. I meant what I said to you a couple of seconds ago in a different way. I just want to feel you because you make me feel special. You make me disagree with the fucked up and negative thoughts that I have about myself. I don’t want to rush anything… but then again, I don’t want what we have going to stop.”