Page 28 of Honey's Special Roux

“I won’t let disrespect go unchecked again.”

“If it happens again, I’ll be back at my parents’ place before you can apologize again.”

“I hear you. Are you gon’ go back inside with me, or are we going to dine and dash?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t piss me off. You took long enough to come check on me. I thought you ate without me.”

“I should have the way your ass threw that tantrum.”

“Was it a tantrum, or a woman fed up with her boyfriend?”

“I already apologized.”

“An apology ain’t shit without changed behavior. Until we can go out and your work life doesn’t interfere with our personal life, I’ll be moving accordingly.”

“I hear you.”

I pushed him away from me. “If I go back in there, I want you to put that bitch in her place so I can enjoy my night.”

“I got you. C’mon.”

He held my hand in his and led me back into the restaurant. When we got to our table, he waited for me to sit down before he cleared his throat and turned his back to me.

“Excuse me!” He shouted out into the busy room.

Chatter stopped as everyone looked at him.

“My name is Marq, and this beautiful woman right here is going to be my wife one day. I love her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, and I put my tongue on every part of her body between those areas. She is mine, and none of you chicken heads can have my dick. It’s hers.” To emphasize the point, he lifted his shirt to show the purple and black extra-large script font of my name just below his belly button.

I covered my mouth and laughed as everyone in the room gave various responses. My favorite one was some lady hollering back, “I know that’s right.” I found the table where Jasmine was and gave her a satisfied smirk at the scowl on her face.

“Please sit down.” I tugged at his arm, and he reclaimed his seat.

“We are good again?” he asked.

“Yeah. I keep forgetting you got my name tatted.”

“I don’t know how. You see that shit every time I got my dick in your esophagus.”

“Sir? Why would you say that?”

“It’s true.”

“Why is our relationship like this?” I asked as I shook my head and reached out to hold his hand.

He lifted my hand up and kissed my knuckles before responding. “We are just young, dumb, and in love.”

“Head ass.” I giggled.

Every week played out similarly to this one. It was always something or another that tested our bond. We butted heads, but by the end of the night, we were cool again. Some would call it toxic. Some would call me stupid. Regardless, I would be Mrs. Marquise Kent one day.

“Marquise!”Honey moaned as I ate her pussy. I slurped on her clit and dug my fingers inside of her, pressing them against her spot with every thrust into her. Her back arched as she squirmed away from me.

“Stop running,” I warned.

She whined at the interruption of my feast. She pushed my head down. “Don’t stop.”

“Stop running then,” I retorted.

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