YOU AIN’T LOW, BUMBLE BEE
Light snores erupted from the soul cocooned under the blanket beside me. Only in sleep could she be so blemish-free. So innocent.
Again and again, I replayed the events in my head, scaling every decision that led us here. Maybe if I hadn’t said anything that morning, we’d be in a different space. Maybe if I’d moved after that run-in with Mya after the gym, it would have never come to this. Maybe if I’d gone after Mya personally instead of paying everyone else, none of this shit would have transpired. I could have even given Mya the M and forced her ass into a string of nondisclosure. Let her bend me over and fuck me ? Naw.
Maybe I was overthinking all of this shit.
I was good. Me and Bee? We were good.
Get out your fucking head Duke .
Serenity shifted slightly drawing my focus back on the outline of her frame.
Big Bee.
Like honey, she was both sweet and sticky. I was covered in it. Escape would prove a futile fucking task. She’d locked me in, and a nigga held no desire to switch up. Regardless of what took place that day, I wasn’t letting her go. Couldn’t be rid of my honey bee if I tried.
Serenity rolled over and readjusted herself so she was facing me. Despite the cover of night, the light of the moon aided in outlining her features. She was fucking flawless. This shit she pulled was fucking flawless. 10:41.
“Mmh, What are you doing up?”
That dulce voice pierced the air, disrupting the silence. Snuggling closer, she rubbed her feet against mine.
“Staring.”
Wondering how the fuck you pulled it off… 10:41 . Nineteen minutes.
I fought to make sense of it. But maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe this was fine. Maybe I was swimming too much in my mind. I needed to go the fuck back to bed.
“Checking in.”
“Go back to sleep, baby.”
“It’s three o’clock, and you’re wide awake, staring at me. Let me carry some of that load, please.”
“I don’t believe in that, Bee. You don’t need to carry a damn thing. Just lay there and look pretty. I’m good. It’s not heavy.”
Pulling her closer, I wrapped my arms around her as my thoughts shifted to 10:41. It was the timestamp shown on the camera. The time she was seen hustling from the elevator with haste toward Mya’s condo. Head on a swivel. Dressed in my sweats and hoodie with that shit covering her head. At 10:42, she stopped near the door, stooped, and placed a small black object in the corner. Standing to her full height, she about faced heading in the direction of the elevator. At 10:44, she returned to the door, gathered the tape, and proceeded to bang on the door. At 10:59, she exited the condo, returning to the penthouse floor.
You ain’t low, baby .
The faint scent of peach and hibiscus massaged my senses. Serenity’s fingers raked through my beard repeatedly. She knew that shit relaxed me. Knew that gentle caress of the side of my beard put me in a tranquil state.
10:41 . My eyes lowered, as did my final thoughts with that time cemented in my mind.
You ain’t low, Bumble Bee was the final thought before I drifted off to sleep.