Page 71 of Breeze and Melodie

“Breeze, come look at this,” Melodie shouted from the living room.

It had been two days since Tia's visit, and it was a little after six in the evening. We’d just finished eating dinner, cleaned thekitchen, and showered together. I’d stepped into the bedroom to grab my phone when I heard her call me. I returned to the living room to see her pointing at the television.

“ . . . a second-grade teacher here in Onyx City was arrested today for falsely accusing her ex-boyfriend of assaulting her. Details about how she did it are still being investigated, but we do know that someone on the police force was her accomplice. More on that story as it develops.”

On the screen, Tia was handcuffed, with her head down and facing away from the camera. I shook my head, feeling no sympathy for her. I’d decided to press charges and met with my attorney yesterday. Although it would be a while before Tia and her bitch-ass brother were punished, I felt somewhat vindicated.

“Listen,between Sean, that Arielle chick, Tia, and her brother, I need people just to leave us alone. I swear, it’s been crazy these past few months,” I said.

It was Saturday night, and Breeze and I were having dinner at Luxor, an upscale restaurant in downtown Onyx City. We’d finally had a week that was uneventful, aside from a few reporters who’d set up shop near Black Reign trying to ask Breeze questions. We had no idea how they’d gotten information about him.

“Yeah, it’s been crazy as hell. All I want to do is make love to my fiancée, cut hair, mentor a few young men, and fuck my fiancée. Is that too much to ask?”

“No, but you said fuck your fiancée twice.”

He smirked. “Nah. The first time I said make love.”

“You sure about that?” I asked, returning the smirk.

“I’m positive.”

“It’s basically the same thing.”

“Are you saying you don’t know the difference because I’d be happy to show you when we get home.”

“My memory seems to be failing me. It might be something called pregnancy brain. A live demonstration would be the most efficient way to remind me and a great way to end the night.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You wild as hell, baby, and I love it.”

“Does that mean class is in session tonight?”

“As soon as we hit the fuckin’ door.”

I giggled and shimmied in my seat, excited about what my man would do to me when we got home. The server arrived with our meals, and she’d barely walked away before I dug in. I’d eaten two forkfuls before I looked up and found Breeze staring at me.

“What?”

“You might want to slow down before you choke.”

“I thought you liked to see me choking.”

“Only if my hand is around your neck, my dick is hitting the back of your throat, or both. That food ain’t going nowhere.”

“Me and your children are starving.”

“Don’t put that on my babies. That food going down so fast, my babies probably choking.”

He knew what he said didn’t make any sense and began laughing before he finished his statement, causing me to join him. Once I gathered myself, I went back to eating my food, and he finally partook in some of his. We ate in silence for a while, enjoying the ambiance of the restaurant and the jazz music playing softly in the background.

“This isn’t what I expected.”

“What? You don’t like your food?”

“No. The food is delicious. You’re not what I expected.”

“Word? Is that good or bad?”

“Neither. I mean, that dick print was always dick printing, so I knew you were packing. I could tell by the way you walked you knew what to do with it.”

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