Page 23 of Feeling Blue

With her being such a simple and independent woman, there wasn’t much she asked for outside of food, so he was sure to spoil her. He’d have to pay attention to the things she said. Another problem he didn’t have. His attentiveness to her was natural because he was already so deeply infatuated with her.

“Baby, you good?” he inquired, when he saw her eyebrows scrunch above her shades.

They were big and designer as well, covering most of her face. With her hair pulled into a large bun on the top of her head, her perfect face was displayed for his pleasure. Her sophisticated and poised posture, elongated back and neck, and gorgeous fucking skin had Blue feeling like the man in the city. She was so perfect and rare. He couldn’t wait to show her off to the gang.

Tall for a woman, but still shorter than him, she looked up to him. “Yes, I’m fine. You?”

Blue smiled big. “Happy as hell to be home!” he chuckled when she did. “The boys finna go crazy over your pretty ass. I can already tell.”

She snickered while covering her mouth. “How you know?”

“Shit, I’m having a hard time not fanning out over you right now, and I been fucking with you. You got my heart beating fast as shit, so I know they finna be star struck like hell.”

Another bashful smile debuted, but she covered it with her hand again.

“Baby,” he pulled her hand down. “Stop covering your teeth. You ain’t got nothing to be self-conscious about. Nothing at all. You hear me?”

She nodded.

“Good, now give me a kiss,” he leaned down, meeting her halfway.

“Where are we going first? I’m hungry,” she inquired once pulling out of their kiss.

“Let’s slide to my crib to change and drop our bags off, then I’ll feed you.”

Like she always did, Forever agreed with his suggestion and followed him to his black truck he’d had Pat park at the airport for him.

“Okayyyyy, Zurich,” Forever sang playfully. “This cute gang.”

With a wide grin on his face, Blue looked at her and chuckled. “Hell, you talking about gang for? You ain’t banging.”

“My man is, so that means I’m affiliated.”

Her tone was so hood and southern that she’d almost sounded like her sister.

“There you go again on your ghetto girl shit.” He picked her up and sat her in the front seat of his truck. “You know what that does to me,”

“Oh my god, Zurich, get over yourself. This is how I talk.”

“If you say so.” He winked before closing the door and hopping in with her.

It took them a little over an hour to get to his house, change, and get back out into the city, headed to get her some food. He was ripping the highway when his phone rang.

“What up?” he answered for Pat.

“I know I ain’t Forever, but I know I’m good enough to see your ass, gotdamn! Got to the city and ain’t even hit a nigga line.”

Blue chuckled at his oldest friend, “Bruh where you at?”

“At the house, slide through real quick. Let me lace your pockets.”

“Already.” Blue ended the call after letting him know he was on the way. “You mind if I slide to see Pat real fast before we go eat?”

“Nope, I’m good, but don’t have me out here starving for too long or you’re going to see me on some ghetto girl shit for real.”

“I know you better watch your mouth,” Blue teased while tapping her lips with his pointer finger. “Gimme kiss,” he couldn’t help but ask when he felt how soft her mouth had been.

“You gon’gimme kissme to death, ain’t you?”

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