Page 46 of No Remedy for Love

“You’re not single, you’re separated, there’s a difference.”

Blaze had been by his grandmother for almost two weeks now and he was content. His grand opening was coming up over the weekend and he was excited. Remi came through with her rental property, and he appreciated her for everything that she’d done. Now, more than anything else, he wanted her to be his. He could tell that she wanted it too, but she was battling with herself.

“Not to me but whatever. What’s up Remi? Either you’re coming to see me or I’m coming to see you. No matter what, I’m laying eyes on your fine ass today.”

“Ughhh! Where are you trying to go Blaze?”

“I’ll figure it out. I’m bout to get dressed; text me your address and I’m coming get you. I don’t want to hear no more excuses.”

Blaze hung up the phone as soon as he said what he had to say. Remi was headstrong, but he was learning how to deal with her. She played the tough girl role well, but he finally got her to let her guard down when they were together. Blaze smiled when his phone pinged with a message from Remi. Finally, after weeks of begging, she finally sent him her address. He knew now more than ever that she was feeling him just as much as he was feeling her.

Blaze had just taken a shower, so he got dressed in record speed. His grandmother wanted salmon with veggies, so he cooked her meal and his cousin, Zita, was there with her for a few hours. She had been laid off from her job, so Blaze was helping her out financially since she was helping him with their grandmother. Besides him, Zita was the only other family member who even bothered with Bertha. He knew it was for the money that he gave her but he still appreciated her help.

“I’ll be back later on cousin. Do you need me to be back at a certain time?”

Blaze walked into his grandmother’s bedroom and placed a kiss on her forehead. She was sitting up in the bed while Zita laid down on the opposite end. Blaze had a stack of ones that he gave them to play cards with. His grandmother loved to gamble but that was as close as she could get to the casino for now. The last infection that she had seemed to really take a toll on her body and she wasn’t moving around as much as she used to. Blaze was really thinking about hiring his cousin fulltime. It was getting to the point that their Nana wasn’t gonna be able to be left alone. Her condition was getting worse, and he hated to discuss it.

“Hell no. I’m divorced with no kids. Take all the time you need,” Zita laughed but she was serious. She was also unemployed now, so the money that Blaze gave her was more of a need than a want.

“Alright Cuz, call me if y’all need anything.”

“Don’t forget my lottery tickets Blaze!” Bertha yelled after him.

“I gotcha baby.” Blaze grabbed his keys from the hook on the kitchen wall and headed for the door.

He vibed to his old school playlist as he made the forty-five minute drive to the Northshore to get Remi. He didn’t frequent the area very often but he loved the scenery. When he pulled up to the house, he looked around in admiration. The property sat on the water with a balcony that overlooked the ocean. It looked peaceful, and he could see why Remi loved it so much. Blaze got out of his car and walked up on the porch. Before he had a chance to knock, Remi opened the door and allowed his entrance.

“Hey handsome.” She smiled as she headed down the hall to her master bedroom. She was still in her bathrobe and hadn’t gotten dressed yet.

“Damn, it’s nice as fuck in here.”

“Thanks, make yourself at home. I’m almost done.”

“I can see I have to tell you to get ready two hours in advance next time.”

Remi assumed that he was gonna sit in the front room, but he followed behind her instead. He flopped down in her bed and turned on the tv.

“Not that damn comfortable nigga,” Remi smirked but she was only joking.

Blaze watched, as she sat at her vanity and lightly applied her makeup. Remi felt weird with him watching her but she kept getting herself together. Once her hair and face was done, she stepped into her oversized closet to slip into her romper. She dropped the robe and let it fall to the floor.

“Damn,” Blaze hissed as he licked his lips in appreciation. Remi wasn’t shy, so she didn’t turn away or try to cover up.

“Come zip me up since you’re staring so hard.”

Blaze walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled her expensive smelling perfume. His dick felt like a soldier and it was standing at full attention. He got lost in her aroma until she cleared her throat to snap him out of it.

“Man, let’s go. I need some fresh air.” Blaze hurriedly zipped her up and headed for the living room. He waited for her by the front door, and she joined him a short time later.

“Where are we going? You didn’t tell me how I should dress.” Remi locked up her house and followed him to his car.

“You look good as fuck, so I’m trying to show you off. Did you eat yet?”

“Not really. I ate some cereal this morning.”

She and Blaze headed back to New Orleans in search of something to eat. They ended up at Chophouse, a dimly lit restaurant that was a favorite for them both. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, and Remi loved how intelligent he was. Blaze looked like a hood pretty boy but he was well rounded and a great conversationalist.

Remi loved learning more about him and she found herself opening up to him as well. She was shocked to learn that Ms. Bertha’s late husband was French, but that explained their last name. It also explained their looks. Ms. Bertha’s kids and grandkids seemed to have taken on more of her husband’s features than hers but she was a beautiful woman too.

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