Page 85 of Obsessive Love

“Nah,” I said. “I’ll wait.”

She looked up from her notebook at me, and I swear I fell more in love with her. She was beautiful as fuck. I reached over and brushed a piece of her hair off her eyes and smiled. “I expected you to be gone when I got here.” I pulled my hand back and relaxed in my seat. “You didn’t leave.”

“No,” she replied. “I didn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because you would’ve found me anyway,” she answered, and I nodded. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear, though. I wantedher to tell me it was because she didn’t want to leave, that she knew this was her home.

She set her pencil on her notebook and put it aside, then picked up her plate and put it in front of her.

I pulled my plate to me and said another prayer before picking up one of the kababs and eating some. The shit was good as fuck, too, no lie; it had just the right about of sweetness to it.

“Ay, this is good,” I said, then took another bite. “What did you season the meat with?”

“A special blend,” she answered in between bites.

I ate my first kabab, then started working on my second. There was also rice and mixed vegetables on my plate. After I ate the second kabab, I ate some rice and couldn’t help but moan. “Yeah, this is good as fuck,” I said, nodding. My throat started to itch, and I cleared it. “Fuck my allergies, man.” I took another bite of the rice and vegetables, not even bothering to care. Fable sat there, watching me with a smile on her face. “This is good for real, baby.”

“I’m glad you like it,” she replied, returning to eating. “It’s some extra seasoning right there for your vegetable.” She pointed to a small black container, and I picked it up.

“What’s in it?” I asked as I started to cough. I set the container down to pick up my glass of water. I drank half the bottle and let out a deep breath. My chest was getting tight as hell.

“Just a special blend of lemon, orange crumbs, and other stuff.”

My eyes went from the container and then back to Fable. I couldn’t stop coughing if I tried, and it felt like my throat was closing. I stood, pushing my chair back so hard that it flew into the island, but I didn’t care. I needed to get to my EPI-Pen, which I kept in the drawer.

“You looking for this?” Fable taunted as she held up my EpiPen.

“Yeah,” I gasped, then coughed. My vision started getting blurry, and I dropped to my knees. “I need it.” The coughing stopped, but only because I could feel my throat closing on me. I fell to the ground and stared up at the ceiling. Shit was crazy, my ass was dying, and the only thing I wanted to make sure was Fable was taken care of. My people knew to look out for her so she would be good. I looked around the room and didn’t see her.

She stepped into my sight, and I saw her lift her hand. A sharp pain shot through my leg, and then air filled my lungs.

“Dramatic ass, stupid nigga,” I heard Fable say as she pushed my leg.

I rolled to my side and coughed for what felt like an eternity, but I didn’t care because the air was in my lungs. “You fucking almost killed me,” I finally said after a while.

“Been doing it since I started cooking for you,” she laughed. I rolled back onto my back and laid there like a starfish. My chest and throat burned like a muthafucka. Fable stepped over me and sat on my chest. “I told you to let me go, but you didn’t.” She tapped my EPI pen against my forehead. “You put this ankle monitor on me and refuse to take it off. You cuffed me to a chair and the bed.”

“I’m not sorry,” I coughed. “I’d do all the shit again.”

“Which is the problem.” She popped me hard as fuck with the pen. If I were light-skinned, I would be bruised. “You have a fucking girlfriend!”

“What?” I tried to laugh, but I couldn’t. “Who told you that?”

“Xoey!” she yelled and popped me again. “You have a fucking girlfriend, yet you’ve been fucking and sucking on me for over a month. Talking about you’re obsessed with me.” She popped me again. “How, when you have a woman?”

“Xoey-”

“Is not the problem!” She popped me in the mouth, and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth. That shit hurt. “The problem is you and your psycho-ass ways! Don’t say shit else to me, don’t look at me, and you better not even think about touching me.”

“Hold the fuck up.”

“Shut up!” she said, popping me again. “I’m not finished. From here on out, we are back to the original agreement. I’m here to pay a debt, nothing more, nothing less. Get me a fucking bill, so I know what I owe you.”

“Itty Bitty,” I laughed and shook my head. “There is no-”

“I didn’t ask you to say shit, Mr. Stone.” She quickly hit me again, and I’ll be damned if my dick didn’t get hard. I wasn’t sure if it was because she was hitting me or because she called me Mr. Stone. “Give me my fucking bill.” She stood, threw the pen on my chest, and walked away.

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