“Titan, who is this?” she screeched when she saw me.
Titan ignored her and came to the couch to sit by me.
“Titan!” She yelled his name.
“Aye, who the fuck you yelling at?” He frowned.
“I asked you who this was?” she demanded again.
“I didn’t tell you the first time because it’s not your fucking business. Do what the fuck you came here to do before shit get bad for you,” he warned.
“Titan, who is that girl?” I asked him. He may not give her an answer, but he’s gone answer me.
“My chef,” he responded.
“Oh, so she can get a response, but I can’t?” she huffed.
“Aye, you can leave,” he spat, getting up from the chair.
“You’re throwing me out? For her?” she asked incredulously.
“I’m throwing you out because you can’t stay out of my business long enough to do your fucking job.”
She started snatching up her stuff, but he stopped her.
“Leave that,” he ordered.
Instead of saying anything, she snatched her bag and headed out of the kitchen. When she got to the couch, she cut her eyes at me and did a double take.
“You’re the girl from the pictures. The one everyone thinks he’s in a relationship with.” Her voice cracked.
I chose not to respond because this was his problem... not mine.
“Did he tell you that he was fucking me?” she smirked.
“You want a consolation prize?” I cocked my head to the side.
She looked between me and Titan and turned to leave. He shut the door behind her and came back to join me on the couch.
“My bad about that shit. That was my chef. She was supposed to come over and cook for us. I’ain know she was gone be in her gah damn feelings,” he huffed.
“I’on know why you didn’t. You were fucking on her then you have another woman in your space comfortably and totally disregarded her feelings. She’s definitely calling Urban Spill before she makes it to her car,” I joked.
“Not unless she wants a defamation and breach of contract lawsuit... let her go right ahead.” He shrugged.
“You got it all figured out, huh?” I smirked.
“I do, and I’m hungry. You think you can hook your boy up with whatever she brought in here?” He grinned.
“She left the groceries?”
“Hell yeah. I paid for that shit, anyway.” He frowned like I’d offended him.
Shaking my head, I got up from the couch with him following me into the kitchen. He helped me take the food out of the bag and saw that she’d purchased chicken breasts and fresh broccoli. I could make that work.
“Do you have any seasonings here?” I asked as I went to the sink to wash my hands.
“Yeah... it’s some shit in that drawer next to the stove,” he pointed out.
