Page 25 of Forbidden Love

“I see you got up and made breakfast like I told you last night.” I stepped behind her.

She stilled for a second, I made Yeremy sexy ass nervous. I enjoyed seeing her sweat. I looked at the plate of pancakes and watched her burn the last two since she was so focused on my words and presence.

“Take them out, Ma. Everything in here looks good. I appreciate you.” I kissed her on the side of her forehead.

She flipped the pancake like my voice didn’t just shake something up inside of her.

“You act like you want more…” Her words trailed off.

“If I want more, I’ll get it. I’m sure you don’t got a problem with giving it.” I chuckled blowing purposely on the back of her neck.

Yeremy’s tone was cool, like she was unbothered. I saw the way her spine straightened and the way her breath hitched every couple of seconds. She felt me, all throughout her.

“From what I learned, Ma…you love when I take that pussy.” I bit at her earlobe.

“Whatever, Sol. Sit down so you can eat breakfast. I know it’s other shit you got to go tend to.”

I laughed under my breath and moved back to give her space. She took the pancakes out of the pan and stacked them on top of the others. She turned toward me with the spatula still in hand, then looked me up and down.

“I really don’t like cocky ass niggas.” She rolled her eyes.

“I feel it.” I tugged at the bottom of my goatee.

“I don’t like broads who act like they don’t want me, when they get up early as fuck to shower and cook me breakfast in leggings with no damn panties on.” I smirked down at her.

Her jaw clenched; I gave her no choice but to turn back toward the stove in silence.

“You don’t got to play tough with me, Yeremy. I’m a cool ass nigga,” I stated loud enough for her to hear me.

I gave Yeremy nervous ass the space she needed. I took a seat at the island and decided to entertain her a little bit. She grabbed two plates out of the cabinet then stacked three pancakes on mine. She lined up the bacon like she cared all about presentation then added scrambled eggs with cheese. After she made her plate, she sat across from me.

Yeremy avoided my stare at first and gave her attention to cutting into her pancakes. She took her time cutting them into tiny perfect little squares then she finally glanced up at me. Her pretty doe-shaped eyes softened as she licked her lips.

“How old are you, Sol?” She took her eyes off of me to put syrup all over her pancakes then passed it to me.

“I’m twenty-eight,” I answered, stuffing my mouth.

“Oh, what sign are you?” Her eyes lit up.

I didn’t know why women thought by asking a man their horoscope could possibly tell them all that they needed to know. I didn’t believe in that shit but I entertained her for what it was worth.

“I’m a Scorpio.” I stabbed at my plate without looking up at her.

“Oh hell naw! Y’all the worse fuckin’ type!”

“So I heard.” I chuckled dryly.

“Aren’t you going to ask me my sign?” She asked.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I don’t believe in that shit.”

“Damn, you gone die an old lonely ass man with the funky ass attitude you got. I’m not trying to be your girl. I’m simply trying to get to know you as a friend.” She rolled her eyes hard my way.

“But you trying to get to know that Dr. Larae nigga.” I raised a brow her way.

“Whatever, I sure am going to get to know him. He might be my future husband. At least he polite and like to talk.” She shrugged her shoulders and started back eating.

“That’s good for you and that nigga. Want to settle just to make Casper happy. Why not give yourself time to be single and get to see what that’s like.” I bit into the side of my tongue.

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