Chapter 9 #3
I don’t care what Shiro says, there’s something up with Sade. For some reason, Shuga doesn’t really care for her. Whenever Sade is around, things are cordial but that’s it. Their interactions aren’t like this, warm and loving.
“I love him and he loves this stew. I had to learn how to cook it.”
“And I love that. Let’s get this into this crockpot,” she says.
“I got it.”
“Well, I’ll package up the rice.”
“I got that too. I brought a container for it. It’s in this bag.” I point toward the thermal bag I placed on the end of the island when I first arrived. “I’ve got it; you’ve really done enough. Besides, his plate looks clean and he still looks hungry,” I half tease.
“His ass is always hungry,” she says with a titter before walking over to Deuce.
I transfer the stew and pack the rice into the container, sealing it before placing it into the bag then into a box I brought for transporting everything.
Right as I start to lift the crockpot, Deuce rushes over and grabs it from me.
He places it into the box then carries my things to my car.
After saying goodbye to Shuga, I head to the shop.
Bako Repairs is only about twenty minutes from Shuga’s.
When I arrive, I spot Shiro in the second bay working on a small SUV so I pull in behind it.
He sees me when he closes the hood of the vehicle.
While wiping his hands on a towel, he strolls over, looking sexy as hell, even in these oily coveralls.
His sexy, lazy but confident ass walk sends a chill down my damn spine that circles around and slaps my damn clit.
“You missed me that much,” his deep tenor utters after he opens my door.
“I sure did,” I respond.
Once I’m out, he closes my door and backs me against it. Then he commandeers my space and places one hand on top of my ride.
“Then kiss me like you really miss yo’ nigga,” he says and my head is up and lips ready before the last word falls off his.
With a tinge of aggression, a lot of want, and much love, his lips capture mine and he kisses me as if we are not in front of his employees and any customers who can see us through the large glass windows.
When his hands grip my ass and I moan into his mouth, I quickly break our kiss. “Why’d you do that?”
“Because you were ten seconds from having me trying to take this off,” I admit while touching his coveralls.
With a sexy but smug look on his handsome face, he says, “Shit, we can do that.”
“Not here we can’t. Plus, I came up here to surprise you with lunch.”
“I just said we can do that. Tre not in the office. We can go back there, you take these off, and I can fo’ sho’ eat,” he says and I can’t hide my smile.
“Um. While that sounds good, your lunch is not me but I can definitely be your dinner later. I made you Zongo.”
“Zongo what?” he says, too damn amused.
“Hausa Zongo stew. Shuga’s recipe with extra eggs.”
His eyebrows raise then he smirks, clearly not believing me. “Real shit?”
“Yes. Check the back seat.”
He eases out of my space and opens the back door. “Shit, it smells like Zongo.”
“Because it is. I learned how to make it today with Shuga. I have her recipe now so I can cook it for you on your birthday,” I say but I don’t think he even hears me.
He’s too busy taking the lid off the crockpot.
He finds the serving spoon in the box and removes an egg. He pops the whole thing in his mouth.
“Damn, baby. This is good. You cooked this? For real?”
“Yes, I did,” I say proudly.
“Miss lasagna and quesadillas cooked Zongo for me?” he says while chuckling.
“Yes, I did. I got up super early, drove over here, bought the million ingredients and cooked it while following Shuga’s recipe and instructions.”
“If I didn’t already love you, I would love you now,” he teases before kissing my lips. “After I finish with this and check yo’ ride, I’m 'bout to smash this.”
“My ride is fine,” I insist. “Finish this one then eat.”
“I just got to check the back brakes on the SUV. Then I’m just going to check yours to make sure it’s fine,” he insists. “Trust me. I’m hungry. I’m not 'bout to take too long.” He motions to one of the other mechanics. “Black,” he calls out.
“What’s up, boss man?” Black responds as he walks over to us.
“Get that box out the back seat and take it into the office for her,” Shiro orders.
“I’ll be thirty minutes tops. Chill in there in the AC. It’s hot as fuck out here, and plus, them jeans hugging all my favorite things and these niggas can’t afford to be fucked up ’cause they can’t keep their eyes to themselves,” Shiro tells me before pecking my lips.
Black grabs the box with the food from my backseat and I follow him into the shop down the small hall toward Shiro and Tre’s office.
Once Black places the box on top of the small fridge in the corner, I thank him and he leaves.
After sanitizing the small table next to the fridge, I remove everything from the box then place the crockpot on warm.
I lift the lid and slowly stir the delicious stew while recording my chef-like actions.
I immediately send the video in our sisters group chat.
Reya: You cooked that???
Giselle: That’s definitely not quesadillas.
Me: Get off my quesadillas, and yes, I cooked it. Took forever though.
Reya: It looks so good.
Me: He’s already approved too.
Reya: You’re still in DF?
Me: yes
Reya: Good. Bring me a bowl. This Bako baby in my belly loves African food.
Giselle: He’s letting you eat today?
Me: Is SHE letting you eat? I correct Giselle.
It’s too early to know the sex of Reya’s baby but we all have our preferences. Quintus, Reya, Alex, Shuga, and I are praying for a pretty little girl and Giselle, Niya, and the brothers are hoping for a handsome little boy.
Reya: She likes African food at the moment. I seasoned some suya fish and my hubby is grilling it right now. Zongo with it sounds yummy.
Me: Stop begging. LOL. I might bring you a bowl.
Reya: ily
Giselle: So do I have to be pregnant to get some?
Reya: Yep, bitch, you do LOL
Giselle: Fuck you
Me: If he doesn’t eat it all, I might put you some away.
Giselle: At least you love me.
Reya: Aww you know me and the baby love you too.
Me: Gotta go feed my man. Bye.
After putting my cell in my pocket, I walk over to his desk and quickly organize it.
My face lights up at the picture of me and him from the night we met.
He looks so damn sexy in his black suit.
I don’t know if it was the suit or his eyes that convinced me to bring him back to my home, but whatever worked, worked well and I’m hopelessly in love.
For once, I feel like my heart is truly protected.
As usual, this office is freezing. Shiro keeps it and his house so damn cold.
Here, I understand, because it’s hot out there in the service bays, but it makes no sense at his house.
Seventy-two degrees is the perfect temperature to me, but he prefers sixty-damn-four.
I can use a hot cup of tea. I was rushing this morning and inadvertently skipped my morning cup.
I’d grabbed iced coffee from The Marketplace but my day isn’t right without hot tea.
Shuga used to keep coffee, hot water, and tea bags in the lobby, so I head there on the hunt.
It’s Saturday afternoon and the lobby is crowded.
I notice the crowd first then the new receptionist. She’s a pretty mocha sista with a cute pixie cut and larger than life lashes.
She’s dealing with a customer but goes out of her way to smile at me.
I return the smile as I make my way to the coffee area.
There’s hot water and sugar but no tea bags ,so I search the small cabinet underneath.
Nothing. When the counter clears, I approach the receptionist.
“Hey. Are there any tea bags? I checked under the cabinet and didn’t see any,” I tell her.
“Well, customers shouldn’t be looking under there,” she says with an audible and definitely not needed attitude.
Clearly, she just saw me walking from the office in the back and probably saw me out in the bay. She knows I’m more than a customer, but for the sake of my man’s place of business, I intentionally brush her slick words and attitude off.
“I think we both know I’m more than a customer, but if you want to pretend that you don’t, let me introduce myself. I’m Kyrah, Shiro’s lady, and I need to know where the tea bags are.”
“Hm. I didn’t know he had a girl. That’s news to me and everyone else in here,” she has the nerve to say and I bite my damn tongue.
This trick!
“But you saw me coming from the employee area and I know you’ve seen our picture on his desk.
But go off, sis,” I snap but in my professional yet nice-nasty tone.
She doesn’t know how lucky she is that we are not alone.
If this lobby were clear, I would read her trifling ass for filth sans any professionalism because she is truly rude as fuck.
“Oh, we’re sister wives. Do you enjoy that piercing as much as I do?” she says just for me to hear and what the fuck!
Did this bitch just…It takes me a few seconds to process the shit she said. We’re what? She enjoys what? I know she didn’t just say what the fuck I just heard.
When I shake out of my temporary stupor, I glare at her and the smugness on her face reveals I heard right.
All professionalism, nice-nastiness, and regard for the people in this damn lobby vacate my mind, body, and soul as I raise my hand and backhand this bitch.
I knock her and that smug ass look off the chair.
Startled, she screams and somebody behind me does too but I don’t give a damn.
She knows about his fucking piercing, his dick. She deserves more, much more, and I give her exactly what she deserves. Shiro’s trifling ass is next.