Page 46 of Welcome to the Heart Of A Maniac
“Eight, two, four, five.”
I punched in the code and the door unlocked. He’s lucky that he picked up, because I was just gon’ burst the window out by the front door and let myself in. I may have read several books about men breaking into homes, but I didn’t know the first thing about doing it.
Entering the house, I went into the kitchen and placed my things on the counter. I was making something simple—marry me chicken pasta. It wasn’t gon’ take long to make, so I’ll go take a shower before I get started in the kitchen so that everything be ready by the time he gets here.
Taking the back stairs to his bedroom, I entered and fell in love all over again. This man’s room was almost the size of my freaking trailer. He has a damn living area in his bedroom. If he added a kitchen in there, he’d have his own mini apartment upstairs.
Placing my bag on the bed, I went straight into the bathroom and turned on the dual head shower. I stripped out my clothes and stepped over into the shower, letting the water run down on my head.
After spending thirty minutes in the shower, I got out and went into the bedroom. I grabbed my Jergen’s lotion out the bag and rubbed my body down with it before getting dressed in a cute lil pink night gown. I didn’t bother to put on any underwear underneath. By the time Maniac walks through that door and eat his food, I’m sure he’s gon’ be ready to tear me out the frame.
Heading back downstairs, I poured myself a glass of wine and got started on the food. By the time I’m done cooking, I’dgone through half the bottle and Maniac was walking through the door.
“Got damn, it smells good in here,” he said when he entered the kitchen. Stopping behind me, he smacked me on the ass and then rubbed the stinging sensation out. I scooped up some of the pasta, blew on it and brought it to his lips. “Shit, that’s good,” he made known.
“Thanks.” The corner of my mouth quirked.
“I know something that tastes better than that though. Picking me up bridal style, he carried me toward the staircase.
“But what about the food?” I asked, looking back over his shoulder at the food that I’d slaved over the stove to make and ensure was hot by the time he got here.
“We can eat that shit afterwards. Right now, I got something else to attend to.”
Maniac
A COUPLE DAYS LATER
For days, Wren has been talking about this new book that had come out and how she wanted to get it. All she had to do was mention that shit one time, and I was gon’ make it happen. Call me Mr. Make it happen when it comes to her.
I woke her up and told her to get dressed but didn’t tell her where we were going. I’ve been waiting downstairs for her to come down for the last hour. For someone who wears little to no makeup, she damn sure got dressed like someone who does.
Finally, Wren came downstairs in these pink slacks, a white button-down shirt underneath a pink and white sweater. Her hair is pressed and flowing down her back, something that I wasn’t used to seeing. The day before, I found out from her calendar that she had a hair appointment, so I reached out to shawty and told her to foot me the bill. The smile on Wren’s face when she FaceTimed me to thank me was everything. I love doing shit to make her smile.
“Sexy mama,” I said as I lifted to my feet. Only Wren can make something so simple look good as fuck. She’d even put on the pink glasses to match her outfit.
“You like, huh?” Stepping to me, she gripped me by my shirt and pulled me down toward her lips. Her teeth sank into my cheek. When she first started doing that bullshit, I used to ask her ass if she was hungry. Because why the fuck are you biting me? I’ve grown used to it by now. I figured it was love bites.
Her lips covered mine and she released me. I led her toward the door and we left the house. Opening the passenger door on my Ferrari, I waited for her to get inside before shutting the door and rounding to my side.
Hopping into the car, I pulled out the driveway and headed start Books A Million. I’ve never stepped foot in that store in my life, but today I was about to go in there. When I pulled up in front of the store, Wren turned to me with her mouth agape.
“Are we really about to go in there?”
“Didn’t that new book you wanted just came out?”
Releasing herself from her seat belt, she flew over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “You’re the best.”
Shit like that strokes my mufucking ego. The reason why I’d do anything for Wren is because she knew exactly how to handle me.
Getting out the car, I went around and opened the door for Wren. She got out and took me by the hand. We entered the store, and her eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas morning. I followed her around as she picked up several books she wanted. It’s her world. Whatever she wants, she can have.
We made it to the line at the register with my arms weighing heavily with books. This girl had picked up at least ten books. At the rate she’s going, I’m gon’ have to build her a proper bookshelf.
As we stood in line, I heard a masculine voice say, “Wren?”
My head whipped in that direction, and I saw this lil nigga standing not too far away from us. He ain’t have shit in his hands, so I don’t know why he was even in here in the first place.
“Who the fuck is that?” I questioned her when she turned and saw him.
