Chapter 4 #3
My hand fell on her thigh and she took her lip between her teeth when I fell forward and roped her into a passionate kiss. She kissed me slow and sensual, and I closed my eyes, accepting her affection.
“I hate to break this shit up, but I need to run out and take care of something.” I broke to her.
Disappointment crippled her face.
“Do you really? You can’t just… climb back in bed with me and make love to me until lunch?” she asked with the sexiest fucking whine.
“Shit sounds tempting as a mothafucka. Keep that shit on ice until I get back. I won’t be long.” I kissed her neck and brought myself to my feet.
Harbor
It was obvious from Frequency’s demeanor that something had happened.
He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve though.
It was nice to hear how he actually felt.
I believed him, and for the first time, I felt like I fit somewhere.
This house, his presence, and everything else felt more authentic than my own life.
At least with him I didn’t have to pretend about who I was.
He admired the real me. Always leaving me with butterflies floating in my belly.
The only thing for me to slip into was a t-shirt of his because I was not about to walk through the halls doing the walk of shame in last night’s party dress.
I tossed the Duke t-shirt over my head and smiled while I stared down at my frame in the oversized shirt.
I was starving and the last thing on my mind was a shower.
My stomach was doing the fool, nearly touching my back.
I skipped through the house, light as a feather.
That’s how Frequency made me feel within the last 24 hours.
I was in the clouds and everything felt right. Sauntering barefoot into the kitchen, Celine’s voice rocked me from my dreamworld. I thought I smelled something being cooked, but for all I knew, it was just my hungry ass taste buds.
“Good morning.” She greeted me.
“Shit! You scared me!” I hissed, jumping so hard I had to cross both legs to keep from peeing on myself.
“Mmm, I bet. You were up sinning most of the night.” She remarked.
My jaw dropped and she chuckled while shaking her head as she stirred whatever was in the pot in front of her. She was quieter than normal and a little solemn, so I was concerned.
“Everything okay?” I asked, reaching for sliced fruit on the tray in front of me.
“Everything is fine. I have some errands to run. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“What is going on with you and Free?” I questioned, brows dipping in a frown while I studied a piece of pineapple in my hand.
“What do you mean?” Celine spun around and asked nervously.
“I mean both of you are being weird.” I countered, observing her from where I sat. “Did something happen last night?”
“It’s not for me to talk about.” She replied, turning her head back to the pot. “You want biscuits and gravy?”
“Oh yes, hell yes.” I perked up at the island and grabbed a napkin to tuck into my shirt.
As soon as the plate was in front of me, I scarfed it down with no remorse.
Celine let the rest cool and sipped her coffee but remained quiet.
She stood there watching me eat and I was starting to feel like an animal at the fucking zoo.
She didn’t even seem to be paying attention to me.
Sipping her coffee nervously, she kind of stared through me like she was in another time zone.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I queried, concerned.
“Chile, yes. I’m gonna go get my things so that I can take care of these errands.” She took her mug over to the sink and emptied what was left.
“Okay. See you later.” I watched her flee the room.
Something was definitely up around here.
I didn’t want to rock the boat with a bunch of questions.
Whatever it was, the shit seemed to be heavy because Celine and Frequency were walking light.
By the time I finished with breakfast I was ready to go back to sleep.
When I got to the stairs, Frequency was casual in slacks and a shirt coming down them, buttoning his dress shirt.
The jacket to his suit was slung over his arm, and when he stopped at the bottom, he faced me.
Looking me up and down in his shirt, he smirked.
“Stealing my shit already?” He teased.
“Fits nicely, right?” I joked, staring down at myself.
“Perfectly,” He agreed, soaking me in with a heavy, hungry stare.
His hand fell on my collar bone and he leaned forward, meshing his lips against mine. Our tongues grazed one another before he was pulling himself away. My eyes remained closed, and his fingers gently swiped my face.
“I’ll be back. It’s some business shit. Ivy will be here this evening. I figured we could sit down and talk to her about us.”
“Really?” I lifted both brows and my heart skipped.
“Yeah. No hiding this time. All in, remember?” He winked at me before pecking my forehead.
I stared after him in a love trance. This man.
He was every fucking thing. Whew! I went back upstairs to take a bath and ended up going back to my room so that I could get clothes and be dressed for the day.
When I got out, I did my hair and an hour after breakfast I was starving again.
I had my cell in hand while going to the kitchen and it vibrated with an alert. It was Chevy.
“Hey, girl. What’s going on?” I greeted her, going right to the fridge.
“I probably won’t be at work on Monday. I just need a few mental days.” She sounded down, and I frowned while grabbing the bacon and eggs.
“Okay, well what’s wrong? Did something happen?” I brought it all to the counter.
“Ledge fucking happened. I’m so sick of that nigga it’s not even funny. We are done. I can’t keep doing this bullshit with him.” Her voice cracked and I heard her choke on the other side of the phone. She was really in pain.
“I’m sorry, Chev. Take all the time you need. I can handle the office. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Harbor. I didn’t want to leave you hanging. I don’t even want to risk running into that nigga right now. So it’s best that I just stay away until I cool off. But if you need anything just shoot me an email.”
“Girl, I got you.” I insisted. “Take care of yourself.”
We hung up and I wanted a biscuit with some eggs, bacon and cheese on top.
I went to work, preparing everything how I wanted it and sat myself at the counter as someone came in through the front door.
I heard it slam shut and sat there curiously waiting.
Footsteps started in my direction, and Ledge stood there like a creep.
He was still in last night’s clothes and looked like he hadn’t slept much from his darkened gaze.
“Where’s Free?” he asked, hands in his pocket.
“He left, said he had some business to take care of.” I answered, taking a bite of my biscuit all put together.
Everything was fine until I tried to swallow, sudden nausea left me diving off the bar chair and toward the nearest trash can.
I threw up my first breakfast and held on to the side of the bin while heaving anything left in my stomach.
I tried to take in a couple of deep breaths before I turned to face Ledge.
He was looking at me crazy like I had a deadly disease or some shit.
I cut my eyes and used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth.
Disgust covered his face next when I paused at the counter.
“You dying or something?” he asked, face scrunched up.
“Free isn’t here, you can leave.” I moaned, fighting the urge to gag even though there was nothing left inside me.
Ledge just kept looking me over skeptically. He pulled up a chair and plopped down.
“I’ll wait.” He insisted, and my eyes rolled.
“Maybe it’s you making me sick. I was fine before you got here.” I accused with a snarl.
He wore a blank stare as he reached across the counter for my biscuit. This nigga started eating my shit like I hadn’t just taken a bite from it. Asshole!
“Shit taste fine to me.” He shrugged and kept eating.
“What did you do to Chevy?” I asked, and his jaw stopped moving while he locked his eyes on me.
“Me and my girl ain’t none of your fucking business.” He countered bitterly.