Page 12 of Love Sanctioned

I did as I was told, folding the boxer briefs on my waist again. I should’ve gone home, yet here I was at Junnie's cousin’s house.

I was standing next to him when he cut a piece of the pancake from the plate, dipped it in the syrup strategically poured on the side, then held it to my lips.

“Eat.” His voice held no patience.

I opened my mouth and accepted it, chewing the fluffy flapjack like I had an appetite.

“I don’t do all that talking shit, so we’ll talk about this one time, let it go, then I’ma drop you off at your place in the morning and we’ll never have to talk again.” Right after he said that, there was another piece of pancake on my lips.

I accepted it, chewing and staring at him.

“I took his life because he had every intention of taking something from you that did not belong to him. And I’d do it again if I had to.” His eyes were so serious, so heavy that they spoke even when he paused.

“No woman deserves to be violated,” he said, right before another forkful of pancake was at my lips.

I had seen this man in passing several times, not once ever speaking because lowkey I thought he was a mute, but I guess he wasn’t. Every single time I’d seen him when I was with Junnie, he seemed irritated and pissed off, like everything annoyed him.

“What the fuck you doing on this side of Hollis anyways? Don’t you know it’s dangerous over here? Especially for your kind.”

Confusion swept my features. “My kind? What is that supposed to mean?”

“You green, sweetheart. You are not from over this way.”

“I am not gree⁠—”

“You are and that’s cool. You can afford to be, but only as long as you ain’t over here, like that.

I just looked at him, feeling the temperature in the room rising. He was so cold and hard, yet he was force feeding me pancakes.

“You heard what I said?” Posydiann’s voice interrupted my flashback.

“No, what did you say?” I forked some of the awaiting pancake into my mouth.

“I asked about your day.”

“It was alright. My client cancelled at the last minute, so I just stayed and worked on my wedding dress.” I smiled at the thought.

“You think it’ll be ready when the time comes?”

I glanced up from my plate and looked at him. “I don’t know. Gotta find somebody to marry me first.”

He sucked his teeth. “Stop fucking playing with me, Karsyn.” The mug he sent my way was almost comical, especially him calling me by my first name and not the nickname he had coined.

“What do you mean stop playing with you? You don’t believe in marriage.” I wasn’t trying to be funny when I said that because it was true.

Under his watchful eye, I finished eating, then we went up to his room. While he moved around doing absolutely nothing, I grabbed the stuff from my bag to shower. He’d said what he said, giving me some things to consider, even though in Posydiann’s world the things from his lips were always taken as law.

I was in the shower for all of fifteen seconds before I felt the cool air rush me and heard the glass door open.

“You must like playing with me.” He pulled me back against him.

“No, I don’t. How am I playing with you?”

“If I tell you that you’re mine, where the fuck you think you boutta marry somebody else at?”

I grinned. “Psy.”

“Don’t Psy shit. Turn around, come here.” His tone was low and commanding.