Page 3 of His Noble Heart
I shook my head at her dismissing me, but still left a kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll send you some money so you can order food. You’ll probably be asleep by the time I get home, so I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Bye. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
When I got in my car, I sent Myra a text to let her know I was on my way. It took me about fifteen minutes to make it to her apartment, and she was waiting outside when I arrived.
“Hey,” she said when she got inside before leaning over the console to kiss my cheek.
“Wassup? Did you decide what you want to eat?”
“I’ve been craving some good ass soul food.”
“Craving? Are you?—”
“No, nigga. I’m not pregnant. I take my pills religiously, and you wrap up and pull out. Don’t play with me.”
“Aye, I was just checking since you’re craving shit.”
“You ain’t never had a craving?”
“Nah. I may have a taste for something every so often, but I wouldn’t call it a craving.”
“Whatever! Ain’t nobody trying to have a baby by your ass.”
“Somebody is, but y’all won’t catch me slipping.”
“Nigga, who is somebody? You better not be fucking another bitch.”
“Myra, I already told you I ain’t dealing with nobody else right now, but do I need to remind you that you ain’t my woman?”
“I ain’t say I was your woman, but if you gon’ be fucking other people, let me know so I can add a few niggas to my roster.”
“It’s your pussy, but ain’t no need to do all that. Where we going to eat?”
“Soul Food Joint.”
“It figures,” I said as I looked in the rearview mirror before pulling away from the curb.
“It sounds like you’re judging me, but I don’t care, as long as you feed me.”
“Let’s make a deal. I feed you, you fuck me.”
“That’s the main reason I called. I don’t know what you thought.”
This was why I fucked with Myra. She was straightforward, cool, had a great sense of humor, didn’t take what we were doing too seriously, and could fuck and suck dick. Her being fine as hell was a definite bonus.
We talked about the shit going on around town until we arrived at the restaurant. Once we were seated on the patio, we decided to order several things on the menu to share between us.
“What kind of Kool-Aid you getting?” she asked.
“There’s only one kind.”
“Red!” we exclaimed simultaneously.
We ordered our food and continued to shoot the shit. When our food arrived, most of the talking ceased. The food was delicious, and we demolished it, leaving very little to take home.
