I removed the glass baking dish from the oven. A peek under the ventilated cover brought a smile to my face. The aroma of freshly baked catfish caressed my nostrils and teased my taste buds—fine bumps raised on my skin.
That’s going to be good.
“And look at you! Put up. Cooking dinner and shit. Waiting for your fiancé to get home. Ring cost more than half the homes in Dooley. Bitch, you’re living the fucking life. Don’t ever come back. Ain’t shit out here but empty souls and even emptier accounts. Keep drinking that suburban water. The filtering system got you looking and speaking differently. Skin glowing. Smile radiant. Eyes bright. Hoe, I’m jealous.”
She was lying. Jealousy was a trait she didn’t possess.
“Liar, liar.”
“Whatever. Just stay your ass in the burbs. Dooley has absolutely nothing to offer you.”
“Dooley is home, Saga. It’ll always have my heart.”
“But nothing is here for you, so don’t bring your ass back.”
“I don’t plan on it.”
“What are you cooking for that man tonight?”
It wasn’t uncommon for me to be in the kitchen with FaceTime on blast as I listened to Saga and her foolishness. Conversations with her passed the time. It made the suburbs feel like home. Four years ago, we were as thick as thieves. Distance, however, had pulled us apart. I no longer lived in Channing. I settled in Saint after a long-distance relationship with a man nearly eight hours away.
I met Zeek on a night out in Dooley. At first glance, I quickly understood a few things about the unfamiliar face.
He wasn’t a Dooley original. I knew them all by name and face.
He was swimming in money. His wealth wasn’t flashy. It was certain. His watch didn’t dance in the dark. His chains were platinum, surrounding his neck with diamonds. Not the gold chains with iced charms. His teeth were professionally installed. Each one of them was shiny and white.
I needed to get to him before the vultures fucked up the game and gave up their pussy before running his pockets.
He would be the sweetest lick I’d ever hit.
Some things tookme a little longer to understand about the unfamiliar face.
This wasn’t a quick lick, though the sweetest. The ring on my finger was evident that I was in this one for the long haul. When he got down on one knee and proposed marriage, stars erupted behind my tearful eyelids.
His dick was as long as his pockets, and I’d become addicted to both. I wanted him day and night, which made work trips hard to stomach. So, when he returned, I had food and pussy waiting. He devoured both. Happily.
