Chapter 10
After Khiya damn near swallowed my dick whole to show her appreciation for the shoes I bought for her, we spent the rest of the morning and afternoon trying to get in each other’s skin.
I couldn’t get enough of her, and it seemed the feeling was mutual.
My desire for her was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced.
I wanted to open my eyes and see her lying next to me, to reach over and touch her silky, smooth skin, to bury my face between her thighs and taste her in the middle of the night or day, and to smell her essence on my top lip every time I inhaled.
I wanted Khiya in ways I’d never wanted another woman, and although the feeling was foreign, I welcomed it. I was ready for the kind of love I knew was growing between us, and I looked forward to it being reciprocated.
“Can we stay in for dinner? I’m too tired to get dressed up to go out,” she said, her head resting on my chest.
I’d lost count of how many rounds we went, but it was safe to say we were both tapped out.
“We can do whatever you want, baby. You want to cook something together?”
She looked up at me with a smile.
“That sounds fun. I’ve never cooked with a man before. What should we cook?”
“What do you have a taste for?”
“Hmm. Do you like stir fry?”
“Yeah, but I’ll have to get some groceries delivered.”
I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and opened the grocery store app I use most frequently.
For the next few minutes, we determined what we needed to make our meal, and I dropped them in the cart.
After placing the grocery order, we showered.
Khiya donned one of my T-shirts, while I wore basketball shorts.
In the kitchen, I pulled out all the pans, utensils, and seasonings we’d need, and before long, I was notified our grocery order had arrived.
“I’ll be right back, baby.”
I went toward the door, and as I slipped into my slides, Khiya looked perplexed.
“I think you forgot something,” she said.
“I don’t need my keys to—”
“I’m not talking about your keys.”
“Baby, they’re waiting downstairs.”
She reached under the T-shirt she wore, slipping one arm out of the sleeve, followed by the other. When she pulled it over her head, I was utterly confused.
“Your fine ass ain’t about to roam these halls shirtless. Put this on.”
She approached me, naked as the day she was born, her hips and breasts swaying, and pressed the shirt against my chest. When she turned to walk away, I caught the shirt before it hit the floor. I froze as my eyes zeroed in on her plump ass as she sashayed back to the kitchen.
“You play too much,” I said as I pulled the shirt over my head.
“Who’s playing? And don’t let me find out you're running up and down these halls half naked when I’m not around. You might see a side of me you won’t like.”
“Shit. You got me intrigued now.”
“Sir, go get the damn groceries. I’m hungry.”
It took me about five minutes to pick up the groceries from the front desk and get back to my condo due to waiting for the elevator. I grinned wide as hell when I saw Khiya bending over in my living room, looking at the pictures I had on one of the shelves.
“Damn, baby. I could get used to that view.”
She turned around and put her right hand on her hip. My eyes traveled the length of her body, and I bit my bottom lip. Khiya was beautiful, and I could easily stare at her for hours on end and find something new to love about her.
“Can I have my shirt back now?” she asked flirtatiously.
I finally secured the door and walked toward her.
“I don’t know, baby. The thought of you cooking naked does something to me.”
When we were close enough to touch, I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her forehead.
“I’m sure it does, but you’re not about to have me in the kitchen naked, cooking stir fry. Plus, it’s unhygienic.”
I chuckled because she had a point. I took her hand, and we went to the kitchen. I placed the grocery bag on the counter and removed the T-shirt. While she covered up, I began unpacking the groceries.
We decided to make a chicken stir fry with sweet chili sauce, brown rice, and a variety of vegetables. Everything we needed was on the counter, and after washing our hands, we got to work.
“Can we listen to music?” she asked.
“Whatever you want, baby. My phone is on the counter over there. It’s already connected to the kitchen speakers. You just have to turn them on.”
“What’s your passcode?”
“I don’t have one.”
She dried her hands on a paper towel, turned on the speakers, and then retrieved my phone. A few minutes later, a song by Meg Thee Stallion replaced the silence.
“Ayeeee!” Khiya sang with her tongue out as she began to twerk.
“Damn! That’s how you get down?”
She danced in my direction, turned around, pressed her ass against my dick, and proceeded to make it clap all over my shit. I saw what kind of time she was on, and I was sure she didn’t think I’d join her.
I put the knife down, grabbed her hips, and gyrated behind her like we were in the club. She looked back at me with a surprised look.
“Okay, baby. Let me find out you trying to go to the club,” she teased.
She turned around, lifting her leg in front of me. I grabbed it as she put her arms around my neck and continued to twerk.
“You know you wrong from rubbing this pussy on me like this. If you wanna get fucked in the kitchen, just say that, baby.”
Before she responded, the music stopped and was replaced by ringing.
“Saved by the bell,” she said, followed by a laugh.
“Nah. That pussy is never safe around me. Can you see who that is?”
We exchanged a kiss before she went to the other side of the kitchen, picked up my phone, and looked at the screen.
“Umm, it’s Livvy.”
Our eyes connected, and hers questioned me about my next move. Without Khiya saying a word, I knew I only had one choice.
“Answer it for me, baby.”
“She’s not calling me. You go ahead.”
The ringing stopped when Khiya connected the call. She placed the phone on the counter and then leaned against it with her arms folded.
“Wassup, Liv?”
“A better question would be what’s up with you. I haven’t heard from you in over two months, and you haven’t been responding to my texts or returning my calls.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“You’ve never been too busy to hit me back. Are we good?”
I looked at Khiya, and her brow raised as she waited for me to respond.
“Why wouldn’t we be?”
“I don’t know. The last time we met up, I said a lot, and it feels like you’re pushing me away.”
“Look, Liv. After the last time I saw you, I met someone, and—”
“I know you fucking lying! You met someone? What the fuck do you mean, you met someone?”
“I mean just what I said. I met a woman, and things got serious real fast. Whatever me and you had going on is done.”
“Nigga, I—”
The call ended abruptly, and music filled the space again.
“You said enough. If she can’t understand what you said, she’s dense. Block her number.”
“You got it, baby. Go ahead and block her.”
I watched as her finger swiped across my screen. Before she placed it on the counter, she asked, “Do I need to block any more of your hos?”
“Actually, yeah, but we can do that later. I know you got questions, so let’s get back to this food, and you can interrogate me while we eat.”
“This shit is good, baby,” I said before eating another forkful of food.
“It is, and better than most restaurants, if I do say so myself.”
“Agreed.”
“You ready to tell me about Livvy?”
“I got nothing to hide. We fucked around for about a year, but nothing serious. The last time we hooked up, she asked if we could be exclusive. I wasn’t interested. End of story.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Not long before I met you. She’s been hitting me up, but I’ve been ignoring her.”
“Why didn’t you just tell her?”
“I thought she could take a hint, but she’s more persistent than I realized.”
“If you were done with her, why didn’t you block her weeks ago?”
“I planned to talk to her eventually. Livvy is cool, but she was never the one, and I told her straight up. I’m sure a million things are running through that beautiful head of yours, but I swear I ain’t entertained another soul since the day we met.”
“How many Livvys do I need to be concerned about?”
“First off, if you haven’t realized it yet, you’re it for me. Other women are a thing of the past. I’ll admit, I haven’t made cutting ties with them a priority, but I haven’t communicated with them either.”
“I hear you, Sylas, and I believe you . . . How many?”
I chuckled because my baby wasn’t about to let this go.
“Five, six, seven . . . but only a couple live in the Chicagoland area.”
“Damn, nigga. You got bitches across the globe?”
“Nah, but as Maison says, I had hos in different area codes.”
She gasped. “Wow!”
“I’m just being honest, baby. When we finish eating, you can look through all my messages and block all their numbers.”
“I’d rather not. That’s your responsibility, and it would be in your best interest to make it a priority.”
“I gotchu, beautiful. Now, can I have you for dessert?”
I cringed when I read my mother’s text stating my father wanted to go to Perry’s. I suggested other restaurants, but Spencer McCoy was hell-bent on having the Perry’s famous pork chop. Since I couldn’t convince him to dine elsewhere, I had to give Khiya a heads-up.
While she finished getting dressed, I waited for her in the living room and decided to text my sister and Maison. They would be joining us for dinner, and both knew that Livvy worked there and how disastrous this could be if she worked tonight.
Me:
Why didn’t one of y’all talk Pops outta going to Perry’s?
Maison:
Because the food is good and I could use some entertainment
TayTay:
And I want their corn br?lée.
Me:
Y’all are selfish.
TayTay:
No, we are hungry.
Maison:
And want to be entertained. See you soon, bruh
I shook my head as I swiped out of our text thread, sending a prayer to God for Livvy to be off tonight.
“I’m ready.”