Page 52 of Obsessive Love

“She’ll be out when she’s ready,” I said, shrugging. “She was in a mood this morning.”

“That fuck nigga did something to her?” he pointed to Starburst, and I laughed. He walked over to the cage, stuck his hand in, and, surprisingly, Starburst went to him. He took his hand from the cage and lifted it so he could be eye to eye with Starburst. “What you do to my homegirl, fuck nigga?”

“Bitch nigga!” Starburst yelled. He bobbed his head and spread his wings. “Bitch nigga!”

Pyrite sighed, put his hand back in the cage, and Starburst returned to his perch. Watermelon flew into the room and went straight to the cage to eat. Starburst strutted on the perch, putting on a display of his wings and yelling.

“The fuck is he doing now?” Pyrite asked as he walked away from the cage. “Dumb ass dude just be doing shit, I swear. The last two days, he has been doing that.” He grabbed water from the fridge and came to stand beside me. The smell of his cologne filled my lungs, and my pussy started to throb. He looked good and smelled good. I let out a deep breath and shook my head. “Damn, what did I do to you this morning to piss you off?”

“What?” I questioned with a twisted expression on my face.

“You over here breathing all hard like I already pissed you off. Yo bird screaming and hollering like he ain’t got no sense,” he pointed to Starburst, who was still putting on a show. “The only calm ones are me and Watermelon.”

“He’s strutting because he wants to mate,” I said as I handed him his plate.

“Wait, that nigga in heat?” he laughed.

“Birds don’t go into heat; it's called mating season,” I said as I walked around the island and started putting stuff away. This morning, I made different donuts for the office staff. Pyritementioned that he tries to do things for them once or twice weekly as a thank you. I couldn’t sleep again, so I decided to make them something to eat.

“That nigga in heat,” Pyrite laughed and shook his head as he sat down. He said a quick prayer and then looked up at me. “Where’s your food?”

“I ate earlier,” I answered as I packed away the donuts.

“What’s earlier?” he questioned. “Because I have been up since six.”

“I know; I heard you when you started moving around.” I stacked the boxes of donuts on the island. “I’m usually up around four because of the bakery.” I looked up to see him eating. “You haven’t been watching?”

“Sometimes,” he chuckled as he ate. “Sometimes, I like to give you your privacy; other times, I’m down for the show.” He shrugged.

I schooled my features, but inside I was panicking. What did he mean by saying he liked to watch the show? Had he seen me putting my special ingredient into his food? It was just a little citrus crumb. Nothing that would kill him, but he definitely would be itching all day.

“Ay, this is good,” he said, interrupting my thoughts. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I mumbled as I returned to cleaning. “What time is the meeting with the Kings?”

“After films,” he answered. “So around ten. Givens won’t be available because he’s at a tournament with his daughter, Faylin, but he said he’d stop by later to talk.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Starburst screeched again, and I saw him standing behind Watermelon. He mounted her, and a couple of thrusts later, he was stumbling to the side of the cage.

“This nigga,” Pyrite sighed and shook his head. “He better be in a good fucking mood for the rest of the damn day.”

“Would you be?” I mumbled.

“Nah, I’d want more,” Pyrite answered. I lifted my head to see him staring at me with a hungry look in his eye. “I ain’t no three pump nigga. Best believe that.” He went back to eating, and I continued to stare at him. If the way he ate pussy was any indication of his dick game, I believed him.

“Home!” Watermelon yelled.

PYRITE

“Legacy has a stalker,”Xoey announced as she entered my office. I looked up from my computer and nodded. My allergies had been beating my ass for the last few days, and I scratched my throat. Typically, I was good, but obviously, I was not this year. I ran my hand over my face and then rubbed my eyes. “You knew?”

“Hood told me,” I replied. “You didn’t know?”

“No,” she said, and her face twisted as if the thought of not knowing what was happening with her friend hurt her feelings. “I found out last night when she called the police.”

“She called the police?” This was the first time I heard about it, and that shit didn’t sit right with me. She may have been his woman, but she was my friend and employee. Her need to call the police wasn’t necessary, and we would always protect her. “What happened?”

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