Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
The sun peeping through the curtains in his bedroom shone into Kas’ eyes, serving as an alarm that it was time to get up for the day.
He didn’t have to go to the label, so he planned to spend as much time doing what he loved most…
chilling with Yanna. Pulling her soft body into his, he began to place kisses all over her face.
“Yanna boo.”
“Yes, Kasra?”
“Wake yo fine ass up.”
“But why?”
“Because I wanna look in yo face a lil’ bit before you have to go to work.”
“Ugh, you’re so obsessed with me.” Yanna joked, tossing the covers from their bodies and hopping off the bed. The sight of her curves covered only in a thong caused Kas’ teeth to sink into his bottom lip.
“Sexy ass, come on, let’s hurry up and get in the shower so I can show you something.”
Yanna squealed when Kas lifted her, slapping her ass while making way to his bathroom.
What could’ve been a quick 20 minute joint shower lasted well over 45.
One of Kas’ favorite places to bury himself within Yanna’s walls was his shower, and he was always sure to make an event of it.
Once they were done showering, they both got dressed and headed down to his massive kitchen.
The vast chef style galley was barely used, and for good reason.
Neither he nor Yanna could cook to save their lives.
Every once in a while, Yanna liked to attempt to cook something, and he never denied her the opportunity.
Seated on his marble island, Kas admired the way Yanna’s ass moved in her tiny lounge shorts as she pulled out ingredients, pots, pans and bowls.
“Stop staring and help. Here, crack these eggs. Two for me, and however many you want.” She demanded, handing him a half dozen eggs and a small bowl.
Kas accepted the items, barely paying attention to what he was doing, because his attention was fixed on the blonde bombshell prancing through his kitchen as if she knew what she was doing.
Moments like this made him wish he had the ability to freeze time.
These instances… when Yanna wasn’t obsessing over a hypothetical broken heart, when she was just living in their moment— were the best. These occurrences were the foundation of his answer when his cousins asked why he put up with Yanna’s ways.
Why he remained a willing participant in the circles she led them in.
It was the side of her she didn’t allow anyone else to catch a glimpse of.
Her softer side, even if he had to capture it in small doses, he coveted like his next breath.
Cabinets slammed closed when Yanna pulled out a large mixing bowl, dumping in the ingredients she thought made pancakes.
After she’d made her batter, she buttered a griddle pan and spooned some of the concoction onto it.
Leaving the pancakes to cook, she turned to Kas for the eggs.
One look into the bowl and she was giving him the screw face.
“Kasra Hussein, really?”
“What happened?”
“You do know the shells are supposed to be discarded, right? Why are they in the bowl with the eggs?”
“Shit, boo, I won’t paying these eggs no attention. Yo’ fine ass prancing around my kitchen cooking for a nigga had me mesmerized.”
Yanna’s infectious smile grew wider, hands pressed to his chest as she playfully pushed him. “Why can’t you ever take anything serious?”
“Shit, I am serious. C’mere right quick.”
“Damn, is that all you think about? I’m trying to feed you, and you trying to fuck.”
“We both know you can’t cook though… fucking, on the other hand, that’s yo strong suit. Gimme’ kiss.”
Yanna wanted to feign insult, but she conceded and fell into Kas’ arms, allowing him to engage her in a kiss.
One quick peck turned into three, which turned into a full session of heavy panting and their tongues twirling.
The encore to their shower loving was about to commence until the sound of the smoke alarm broke them from their revelry.
“Look what you did! You made me burn the food!”
“Girl, I won’t eating that shit no way. I don’t know how you thought you was gone make pancakes out of cornmeal and baking soda.”
“See if I try to cook for your yellow ass again because you stay trying to carry me. Just because I don’t be whipping up strawberry crepes and shit like Layla doesn’t mean I can’t cook.”
“No, the fact that you can’t cook means you can’t cook. Don’t feel bad because I can’t cook either. That’s alright though because my sister can cook, my Mumma can cook, and I’m rich. We going to crash somebody kitchen for breakfast, or you want me to order something?”
“Order something, I don’t feel like being in everybody else space this morning. Ooh, can you Uber Eats us some Huddle House? I want Oreo Pancakes with scrambled eggs and an orange juice.”
“All that fucking sugar, Jaiyanna.”
“Well, get me unsweetened tea then, damn.”
Yanna proceeded to clean up the mess she made while Kas ordered their food.
It took her nearly half an hour to tidy the kitchen, and just about as much time for their food to arrive.
Once the food was delivered, Kas spread a blanket in the middle of his living room floor and pulled out all their food.
They often pulled out the blanket when enjoying takeout, because Yanna said it made her feel like they were having an indoor picnic.
Taking residence across from her, they both sat criss-cross applesauce, digging into the decadent breakfast they’d acquired.
For a while, only the sounds of them enjoying their food filled the room.
About halfway through her meal, Yanna leaned over and stuck her fork into Kas’ home fries.
“You always do that shit. If you wanted home fries, why you ain’t order none?”
“Because you got some, and I wasn’t going to eat a whole order. I can’t have none of your food?”
“You can have whatever you want, Yanna boo.”
“Act like it then,” Yanna jibed, grabbing a forkful of his home fries.
He ate his just like she liked them, smothered in ketchup and black pepper.
A slight moan escaped her lips as she took a bite.
She grabbed another forkful and grabbed some of her pancakes with it, shoveling it all in her mouth together.
“That’s a weird ass combination.”
“It’s good though, here taste it.”
“I don’t want to taste that nasty shit.” Kas laughed just as an alert pinged on his phone. He picked it up and saw a five-figure payment for beats posted to his bank account.
“Who is that?”
“Money. You know that rapper TRN Rell, he sent payment for two beats.” He answered, grabbing his laptop from the couch.
“You’re making something specifically for him?”
“Nah, he getting beats I’ve already made. You know his music, right?”
“Yea, I listened to his last mixtape a lot.”
“Alright, stop me when you hear a beat you think he’d slide on.”
Yanna nodded, continuing to eat her food as she intently listened to Kas shuffling through his beats.
He was three beats in when she finally heard one that really perked her ears.
Finishing off her pancakes, she started to mimic the rapper’s voice to the melody of the beat.
Soon, Kas joined in, bobbing his head in tandem with her rambling.
“You fucking with this one?”
“Yea, he got that story telling type of cadence I can hear flowing so perfectly over this track.”
“Shit, you right. I wouldn’t have even considered this one for him, yo’ ass is lowkey a genius at this.”
“I’m a genius at everything I do,” Yanna winked, taking a sip of her tea.
She helped Kas pick out another beat for the rapper.
A few minutes after they were sent, the rapper sent a text with flame emojis, stating how he was about to start writing asap.
The duo cleaned their mess from the living room, then migrated to the couch where they binged a Netflix show until it was time for Yanna to get dressed for her shift at the club.
They got through one entire season of a show and had got through lunch before Yanna’s phone started to vibrate on the table.
Making sure it wasn’t her mom, Yanna leaned forward to check her notifications.
To her vexation, she was still being mentioned on Instagram regarding Yasmine’s video, even though it had been taken down.
There were at least six different random broads commenting on her and Kas’ situation as if they knew what they were speaking on.
That easily, her entire mood had changed.
Even when she was trying to get over the situation, when she was trying to give Kas a fair chance, she was reminded of his transgressions.
She took a few moments to block everyone who’d mentioned her before sitting back on the couch with her arms crossed.
“Aye, I really don’t think Raymond is that Elizabeth chick’s daddy. I feel like that shit would be too obvious.” When Yanna didn’t respond, Kas placed his attention on her and automatically noticed the shift in her mood. “Ah, shit, what happened that fast?”
Unfortunately for Kas, he was used to Yanna’s disposition changing at the drop of a hat. It was normal for them to be having a good day, getting along well, and for her to switch up on him.
“What happened that fast is bitches are still fucking mentioning me about you being in that nasty bitch’s video.”
“She deleted it, though.”
“That doesn’t matter, people are still going to be talking about it for the next week or so. Which means I have to keep being reminded of the shit.”
“Ight, well, what you want me to do about it?”
“I would’ve liked for you not to let random hoes suck your dick and record you… it’s a little late for all that, though.”
“Yanna—”
“It doesn’t even matter, Kasra. I need to start getting dressed for my shift at the club. Do I have clothes here I can wear? I don’t feel like having to go home.”