Page 51 of Kove and Xiah
“I’ll be your plus one.”
“Aight, let me think about it.” He took the container from my hands and removed the lid. “Damn, these shits look good. Who made them…”
His large hand lifted one and he shoved the entire thing in his mouth, nodding as he chewed.
“I made them, and what do you mean let you think about it?”
“Exactly what I said. Let me think about it. You played me so I need to decide if I even want you in that spot anymore. I might just go with one of them women my publicist is trying to stick me with.” Another brownie disappeared and he was nodding again. “These shits are good as hell but I’m also high as fuck so I could be lying.”
I reached for the container but he pulled it into his chest and cradled it protectively. “I know you’re not giving me something and trying to take it back.” He grinned then dropped his eyes. “But that’s your shit, right?”
He means I took my pussy back…
“Something is seriously wrong with you.”
“Nah, I’m cool. Ain’t shit wrong with me.” He enjoyed another brownie before sealing the lid on the container again. “You chilling right now or you have something to do?”
“I’m free, why?”
“I need a bed and you promised to help me pick one.”
“It’s after six, you want to go furniture shopping?”
“Yeah, shit don’t usually close until nine, right?”
“Yes, most places, but I hadn’t really expected to go furniture shopping.” I looked down at my clothes—leggings, running shoes, and a tee.
“Then what were you expecting to do?” He was smiling smugly at me and I knew exactly where his mind went.
“Notthat. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you would even talk to me. You were kinda pissed when you left earlier.”
“I was straight. You don’t owe me shit so I didn’t have a reason to be pissed.”
“But you were.”
“So you baked me brownies.”
I nodded. “I bake through my emotions.”
“We’re cool, Xi, but I need a bed. Bring your emotional ass on so you can help me pick one then we can go get something to eat to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“after you fucked up my day, Sovoya called me about some brand deals, which I needed because my real estate agent is scamming the fuck outta me.”
“Your realtor has bills so…” I shrugged playfully and he chuckled.
“Man, bring your scamming ass on.” He moved the container to one hand which was large enough to hold it securely while he dropped the other one around my body, tugging me into his side before he started moving through the lobby, bringing me with him.
“You want me to drive my car?” I asked, already knowing the reaction to expect.
“Man, fuck no. I’m too high for that shit.”
He lowered his eyes to me with a frown in place. I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into, but for the first time in years, I was choosing me and it damn sure felt good.
We spenttwo hours at Goode Furniture, starting with living room sets. Kove didn’t have much of an opinion on anything other than testing the sofas to make sure they could accommodate his lengthy body. Outside of that, he told me to “pick some shit”. When we entered the store, we were greeted by a sales associate who asked what we were looking for. After I gave her the rundown, she asked if we wanted a sales associate on hand or to use their electronic system.
Apparently it was new and basically used for customers who wanted to shop in peace by not having a sales associate following them around the store. The device housed all of their inventory and even had room creations where customers could pick specific pieces and do a virtual staging to see them together.
