Page 53

Navy BLEU

Recommendation: Listen to “Wifey” by Next

The front desk didn’t ask me where I was going or who I was here to see the minute that I entered Landon’s building. They smiled, allowing me to head toward the elevator with the fob he gave me to access his floor.

A girl felt all official because he given me a fob to his house.

That was like giving me a key to his house, right?

I held the grocery bag in my hands as the elevator took me up to his floor.

Tonight, he was having a dinner for my parents and his siblings to meet.

I was going to meet his family, officially, and I was nervous.

I was so nervous to meet his sisters and then Menace again.

Music played through the penthouse, and I could smell the delicious aroma of food. Landon had me skeptical when he told me he was going to cook for tonight. I hadn’t seen him since I had been back from St. Lucia.

As much as I wanted to be in his arms, I was invited by a makeup brand to a quick staycation outside of the city, and then I had campaigns that were due, so I had to lock in. Being in love was cool, but I refused to allow that to knock me off my square.

I had a plan to retire my family.

Being consistent was important and I needed that time to handle that. Next week was the abortion and when they called me to confirm, I nearly screamed for her to confirm the appointment.

“Someone I could spend my life with,” I heard Landon singing, and followed his voice to the kitchen. He was singing into the spoon, and I laughed, putting the bag down.

He had his durag on, no shirt, and a kitchen towel was tossed over his shoulder. I watched as he sang the song with everything in him; while tasting the food he had simmering on the stove. When he spun around, he saw me standing there, a big ass smile came up on his face.

Abandoning the spoon, we rushed toward each other, and he picked me up, kissing my lips a million times, while holding me tightly in his arms. “This your song, huh?”

I held his face and kissed his lips. “I missed you, Pooh.”

“I missed you, too… we shouldn’t be this down bad for each other. It’s actually sickening,” I laughed as I kissed his lips a few times.

He put me back down on the floor and grabbed my hand and spun me around. We were dancing in the middle of the kitchen as he sang to me, and I laughed because this was one of my favorite songs.

“Will you be my wifey?” he sang out the words, but it felt different from the lyrics. It was like he was asking me without asking.

Nah. I was tripping.

I reached up and kissed his lips. “I bought some drinks and snacks for after dinner. My parents are excited.”

“Glad they excited.”

“Are you nervous?”

“Hell yeah. You don’t know my brother… he’s in an environment that isn’t his fucking safe space. Had Lupita bring over his meal ahead of his arrival.”

I looked at the packed bag and then back at Don. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He stared down at me.

“What did you make?”

Pulling my hand, he brought me over to the pots that were simmering on the stove. “Yellow rice, glazed carrots, and chicken.”

“Where did you learn how to cook?”

“My au pair used to cook for us every night, and she loved the cooking channel. When I was doing my homework, I just listened to shit and experimented when I moved here. Got tired of eating out every night.”

“You know you fucked up, right?” I stole a carrot from the pan and my mouth watered soon as it hit my taste buds.

I wanted to moan as I tasted the flavors and how sweet and bold, they were. “Nutmeg… tell me what else?”

“White pepper… secret ingredient.” He kissed my lips, sucking the glaze from my lips, as he squeezed my ass.

“At least we won’t starve completely. I know how to cook, but I hate cooking sometimes.” Nana had taught us all how to cook, but at times the thought of cooking seemed like a punishment.

Especially when it came to Guyanese food. All the tedious chopping, seasonings , and ways to specifically prepare dishes, was a lot if you weren’t in the mood. My food delivery app and me got along perfectly.

“I’ll cook whatever my baby wants me to cook,” he wrapped his arms around me, kissing on my neck. “I gotta fuck that pussy before guests start to arrive.”

Every hair, including the few on my below, stood at attention hearing him say those words into my ear. I wanted him more than he knew and had thought about him since he left to board that jet.

“Right now… come on.” I pulled him toward the hall where his bedroom was, and he pulled me back.

He stood there, pulling me back, and then whistled. I heard jingling and saw Mink-Mink running full force at me with a pink blinged out collar around her neck, and a name tag.

“Mink!” I screamed, and fell to the floor as she bulldozed me, licking me all over as I rubbed her all over. Her body was shaking so much because she was so excited to see me. “Girl, what are you doing here... oh man, you smell so good.”

“She should… way she damn near took me down in the shower,” he muttered, and I remembered how Mink wasn’t a big fan of water.

I turned slowly with tears in my eyes as I looked at Landon. “You went and got her… why?”

Hugging Mink around the neck and nuzzling my face with hers, she was so happy to see me. Whenever I had time, I visited her often and tried to take her on a walk around the shelter.

“Just because children aren’t in our future, doesn’t mean we can’t go half on love for Mink. This shit don’t work out, Bleu, I want split custody. I’ll show up to the house in pajamas and call you an unfit mother, too.”

I broke out laughing and stood up, tossing my arms around him. “Thank you so much, baby. Me and Mink will come and visit you anytime.”

“What if I don’t want you visiting me?”

I kissed his lips. “I’ve never lived with a man, and I don’t want to live with a boyfriend.” As much as it would have been nice living here, I wanted to be engaged to be married.

I didn’t want to shack up with a man because he was my boyfriend. My mother didn’t move in with my father until they were engaged and then married a few months later. I refused to do wifely duties for a boyfriend, even if he was a billionaire.

“Heard you.” He kissed my lips. “Mink, bed.”

She took off running back down the hallway. “I’m impressed.”

“She’s smart and loves treats with her big ass.”

“Aht, aht, don’t you fat shame my damn dog,” I pinched his cheek.

“Our dog, Bleu… you ain’t no single mother.”

He pulled me down the opposite hall toward his office. I had come in his office once, and then quickly left because he had a lot going on. So many monitors and things going on that it felt illegal to even be in there.

Landon sat down, pulling me onto his lap as he rolled us over to a different screen. “I want to let you in, Pooh. Want you to know the things that you need to know but trust me to handle everything.”

“Okay…” I was nervous where this conversation was going.

He reached on the sides of me and started typing quickly onto the computer, while looking at the screen. He was focused, as a smirk appeared on his face. It was when I paid close attention that I saw this nigga had the whole layout of my phone up on his screen.

“What the fuck?” I leaned forward, looking at my entire layout of my home screen.

He took it a step further, and clicked my banking app.

“I could get into it if I wanted. I went to college to become an accountant but went back for cyber security. I’ve been hacking and doing cyber shit since I was seventeen.

My brother’s best friend taught me all I needed to know.

You don’t need the whole breakdown on what we do, but I can get into everything.

When I asked for your number, I wanted that to come from you. ”

I watched as he typed some more shit up, and the front of my building came onto the screen. “Are we watching this from the security cameras across the street?”

“Uh huh.”

“Is that how your family has this kind of wealth?”

“Ehh.”

“What are you not telling me, Landon?”

He kissed my neck. “Our hands are in a lot of different things. Case House is an escort business that generates millions a month. We own it and take care of our girls well.”

“Pimps,” I whispered.

“I don’t like that word.”

“That’s what it is…. Escorts are fancy hookers.” I snorted, and he didn’t find anything funny. “Sorry.”

“They’re family to us and we take care of them well. I’m serious about you… us. I can’t be serious if I don’t let you know who I am, and who my family is.”

I touched his face. “You trust me enough to tell me all of this?”

“I do.”

I felt all giddy on the inside that he trusted me.

“My mouth is shut. I see how Greene protects your family, and I will do the same. Not my business to tell anybody. Actually, if someone even asks, you should kill them.” I slapped my hand over my mouth.

“Landon, have you ever…” I did the gun motion with my finger.

“Yeah.”

“Really? Like handled them just like that?” I crossed my legs, while sitting on his lap, fully intrigued. “Like pull the gun out and handle ‘em for me, Daddy?”

“Navy, the fuck? This ain’t one of your fucking books,” he tickled me, and I busted out laughing, thinking of all the books I read when the MMC was about that life, and here I was sitting on the lap of one.

“Sorry… why am I so turned on right now.” I fanned myself, knowing exactly where I wanted him to put that dick inside of me.

He opened a file, and his expression turned serious. “Before the news breaks, I want you to know something that I did.”

“Oh God, what?” As an anxious girly, I couldn’t take not knowing what was going on, and at times I always thought the worst of things before finding things out. “Landon, what is going on?”

I held his forearm as he returned his gaze to mine. “You know I love you, right? I’m not saying that shit because it sounds nice, Bleu… you got me feeling something I haven’t felt in a long time.”