“Open up, Glow.”
I bit down on the catfish that was fried to perfection. I could tell the grease was fresh, and whatever seasoning blend they used was a ten.
“You know, my mama thinks you’re so…everything. You and Glee’s baby daddy. Ugh, those words don't even sound right in the same sentence. Apparently, she met him. Have you?”
His eyes locked in with mine. “I know him. But you gonna have to wait till sis wakes up. Let her tell you her own shit.” He pushed another piece of fish into my mouth.
“Ughhh! Y’all make me sick,” I said between chews.
He chuckled and shook his head, constantly feeding me. When I gagged, he picked up the water bottle and watched me sip it slowly. He waited until I gave him the go before feeding me another piece.
“Can you at least tell me this?” I held my hand in front of my mouth as I chewed since that piece was bigger. “Is he at least a good guy? Like… Will he be a good daddy to my niece?”
“My baby, he’s solid. He loves your sister too. Cut her some slack. Open.”
He pushed the fork into my mouth, loaded with more candied yams. The agreement was that if I ate the fish, I’d be done, but Tunan had to do too much. My stomach was full to capacity as it was. The last time I’d eaten this much food was athis mama’s house, and I felt full for days. I didn’t eat for two days after that.
“And ’fore you start, it wasn’t my place to tell you. It’s still not my place. Besides, I really just found out myself. Trust dat yo’ sister is in good hands. Any nigga I associate with is a hunnid. Haven’t you been good with me?”
Still staring up at him, I swallowed the candied yams. The cinnamon was so comforting, I almost wanted to ask for more.
“Let my mama tell it, you’re the best thing since sliced bread.”
“You lookin’ salty as fuck dat mama feelin’ me. At least I know, you still gone be bad as fuck when you’re of mature age.”
“That’s what y’all call fifty-year-olds now? Mature?”
“Dey damn sure ain’t old. Fifty is the new thirty.”
“If my mama be out here on bald-headed hoe shit like some of the thirty-year-olds I’ve seen, I’m gonna gag for real.”
“Don’t be mad dat mama feelin’ a nigga. I got to the daughter first, so she safe.” He pushed more yams into my mouth. He did it so fast that I felt the syrup drip on my shirt.
“My mama can’t do nothing with a Memphis hoodlum.”
Tunan closed the container and placed it on the nightstand beside the monitor so that I could still view her. “Mama find out her daughter fuckin’ on a Memphis hoodlum who likes to fuck hard and deep, and she gon’ be ready to take yo’ ass to get prayed over.”
Nah, she’s going to be ready for you to put her on one of your uncles.
“You did good. Now, we need you to keep it down.”
Tunan palmed my face, my breath hitching in the process. With my legs still pressed together, I watched as his eyes lowered. He swiped his thumb across my chin, wiping the yam syrup away. When he removed his thumb and ran it down his tongue, I felt a release between my thighs.
Oh God. I said I wasn’t fucking this man no more.
“Come on. Let’s run you some bath water.”
“You saying I stink?”
He placed his foot between my legs and gently kicked them open. “Ion know. Lemme sniff and see.”
Hopping up, I pushed past him as he laughed. Flipping on the light, I let my eyes adjust to the brightness while I went to the tub. Putting the stopper in place, I set the water to my desired temperature. Tossing in Epsom salt and bubble bath, I went to the bathroom closet and grabbed a big towel, placing it inside the towel warmer. It had been a freebie from a brand deal I’d done, and one of my favorite partnerships. Besides the money, I loved keeping gifts from the promotions I’ve done.
Tunan’s cologne alerted me that he’d made his arrival in the bathroom. He was chewing on one of the fish fillets, and even that was sexy.
“Can I get undressed?”
“Yeah.” He bit down on the fish that still covered my taste buds. “Go ’head. You actin’ like I ain’t had my whole face is yo’ ass. I done seen every inch of you, Glow.”
