Page 64 of Obsessive Love

“Do I have a choice?” she replied, and I shrugged.

“You always have a choice; now, if you pick the right answer is up for debate,” I replied, and she kissed her teeth.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You down for going?” I took my eyes off the road for a second to look at her. At the stoplight, I grabbed my phone and sent the pilot a text letting him know that I wanted to go out of town, providing the location and instructions to get to the airport.

“Yeah,” she answered.

I grabbed her hand, brought it to my lips, and kissed it. “Nowhere crazy; I just want to have a good time and relax.”

“Okay,” she said.

I drove to the private airstrip that housed my plane and parked. Fable was so focused on her notebook that she hadn’t noticed where we were. I turned off the car, got out, and rounded the front to open her door. I helped her out of the car, and she looked around, confused.

“We won’t be gone long,” I said as I led her to the plane.

“Is this your plane?” she asked as she went up the steps.

“Yeah.”

We sat down, and I stretched my legs in front of me. The pilot came over the intercom to inform us that we were cleared for takeoff and would leave shortly. Fable sat in the seat next to the window and stared out of it. We were in the air less than ten minutes after the announcement and on our way to our destination.

“If you want to nap, you can,” I said to Fable as I stood. I went to the back, grabbed a blanket from the small room, brought it back, and then handed it to her. “That’s what I’m about to do.”

“How long will we be in the air?” she asked as she unfolded the blanket.

“Two hours.” I sat back in my seat, and to my surprise, she moved closer to me and stretched the blanket out between us. I wrapped my arm around her, and she laid her head on my chest.

“Wake me when we get there,” she mumbled into my chest.

“I got you,” I said, kissing her head.

We landed close to the park, and it was another twenty-minute drive to our location. I let Fable sleep the entire ride. Her soft snores filled the back of the car as our driver waited for my instructions. I’d paid my connect to open the park for us, and now I was waiting for our food to be delivered before getting out of the car. Lights filled the truck as a blue car approached. They flashed their lights twice before they went off, and Ichuckled lowly. I ensured Fable was good before getting out of the car and walking to the waiting blue car.

“You still do that shit, huh?” I asked Yale when she rolled down her window. Her brown eyes sparkled at me as she smiled. “The fuck are you so happy for?”

“Why are you in my part of the country asking me to cook for you, Pyrite Stone?” she asked, then crossed her arms.

“Damn, I can't come see my sister?” I chuckled and shook my head. “I may have needed a home-cooked meal, and you know my people don’t get down in the kitchen like you do.”

“The lies you tell,” she replied, then grabbed the bag from her passenger seat and handed it to me.

“What did you make?” I opened the bag, and instantly, my mouth watered. “Fried chicken, greens, mashed potatoes, and what else?”

“It’s a few things in there,” she said, nodding. “Now answer my question: why are you here?”

“I brought Fable to see the stars,” I said as I closed the bag. “I wanted to bring her on a date that would mean something. Show her the stars so she can see I just ain’t the crazy nigga that kidnapped her.”

“Aww, Py, you love her like that?” she asked, and I nodded. Yale knew how I was about space. It was my first love. As a kid, I dreamed of being an astronaut and spent hours reading books or staring at the sky. When I made my first million, I spent five months traveling, going everywhere I could with a dope ass star view.

“I’m happy for you.” Yale’s eyes filled with tears, and she let them fall. When I first met Yale, I was surprised by how easily she showed her emotions. It wasn’t that I wasn’t used to a woman crying, but Yale cried over everything. Whether she was happy, sad, or in between didn't matter. If her eyes watered, thetears were going to fall. She was probably the first person I knew who was emotionally mature, even at a young age.

“Thanks, sis,” I said. She unlocked her car door and got out. Yale was a short woman, barely standing at five feet two inches, and was shapely. Mentally, I compared her height and weight to Fable’s and realized that my brothers and I had type. We liked our women to have meat on their bones. She pulled me into a hug, and I returned it. “I miss you; you know that, right?”

“He still won't answer my calls, Pyrite,” she sighed as she pulled away and wiped her tears. “I won’t beg him to talk to me. I can’t.”

“I know,” I nodded. I wouldn’t speak for my brother, but what he was doing to Yale was wrong. She was being punished for his fuck up. He’d already lost her once; if he kept this up, he would lose her again, and this time, it would be permanent.

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