Page 87 of Obsessive Love

“She’s been sprinkling some spice in my food with citrus.”

“You’re allergic to citrus,” Xoey laughed.

“She knows that,” I replied. “According to her, she’s been sprinkling it on my food every time she cooks, but today, she literally went in for the kill. She had to use my Epi-Pen.”

“Aww, she saved you!” Xoey gushed. “That’s so sweet.”

“She wouldn’t have had to if she wasn’t trying to kill me,” I chuckled.

“It's just a love tap,” Xoey sighed. “Nothing too major. She used the pen, so I know it’s the real deal because I would’ve let a nigga die.”

“Damn.”

“Exactly, anyway, listen — I don’t feel bad for making her jealous because I needed to know if she was feeling you, and it looks like she is.”

“So, because she tried to kill me, I know it's real?”

“Something like that,” she laughed. “Now, how you handle it is up to you. You can fuck her until she admits it, or you can drive her crazy until she does. The choice is yours.”

“What would you do?” I asked, even though I knew she would say something crazy.

“Drive her crazy until she admitted it. She wants to be mad? Cool, be mad with her. Match her attitude with your own. She’ll eventually break or kill you for real.”

“I gotta stop taking your advice,” I mumbled and shook my head.

“You won't,” she announced. “But I have to go; I got shit to do and a nigga to stalk.”

“What nigga, Xoe?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll see you later this week.” Xoey hung up before I could respond.

I sat there, staring at the food, and started laughing. Fable spazzed out and tried to kill my ass because she was jealous. She loved a nigga.

“She’s not what I expected,” Hood said as he followed me back into my office. All morning, Fable had been showing out, and I was loving it. She woke at her normal time to prepare for the W’s press luncheon. She wouldn’t admit it, but I could tell from her body language that she was nervous and excited. She wanted to do good and make an impression. I knew that she would, so I wasn’t worried about it.

“What did you expect?” I sat at my desk and swiped my computer screen to bring the cameras up. So far this morning, Fable had broken five plates, and I don’t know how many cups. Every time she got frustrated or to piss me off, she threw something. I didn’t care, though, because that could be replaced. She couldn’t.

“Some scary ass woman,” he laughed, and I shook my head. “Definitely not her little ass.

“Man, that’s her behaving,” I said, and he reared back. I explained what happened last night, and he fell back in his seat laughing.

“Now I see why you didn’t want to go to the ER,” he said as he tried to get his laughter under control. “It would be some shit to have to explain to them that the woman you kidnapped tried to kill you by using your food allergy against you.”

“Man, she didn’t try to kill me,” I denied, and Hood stopped laughing.

“What the fuck do you call it?”

“She just wanted to get her point across,” I said and shrugged. “If she wanted me dead, she wouldn’t have had my Epi-pen nor used it.”

“The way you are trying to justify attempted murder is wild,” Hood sighed. “My nigga, you legit could’ve died.”

“Man.” I wiped my hand over my beard and shook my head. “You don’t understand our shit; that’s why you think that.”

“Now you sound like Fire when it comes to him and Lynx,” he replied, and I shrugged.

“That’s because I get what Fire and Lynx go through. They are in love; how they express themselves is their business, not mine. As long as they are happy, then I’m good.”

“Alright,” Hood nodded. “I’m going to have the same mind frame when it comes to y’all crazy ass situation because if I don’t, I’ll be stressed the fuck out, and you’ll be over here chilling.”

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