Page 15 of Obsessive Love

PYRITE

“Stubborn for no fucking reason.” I stood over Fable and watched her as she slept.

Her ass was a heavy sleeper; every night when I came to check on her, she was asleep, curled up in a ball in the middle of the room.

Shit was pissing me off, big time. The custom bedroom furniture I ordered was in, but I needed her out of the room for it to be brought in.

I looked around the room, shit was clean as fuck. Everything I’d given her was still in the bag, and she used the washer and dryer in the ensuite daily to ensure nothing was left dirty.

Bending down, I lifted her in my arms and walked her from my bedroom to the room I was using. I laid her in the bed and sat at the foot of it. Fable looked at peace, like she didn’t intentionally give me shit the moment she opened her eyes.

“Zane is here,” Amethyst said, standing in the room's door frame. “What do you want me to tell her?”

“Have her people move out everything, then set it up; if she doesn’t like it, then we will move it,” I said without taking my eyes off Fable.

“Nigga, who is we?” Amethyst questioned with a grunt. “That shit is big and heavy. I’m not moving anything.”

“Amethyst, get the fuck away from the door,” I replied, shaking my head. “Handle the move, and I got it from there.”

“Fine, but just know you’re feeding me after this,” he said, leaving the room.

I sat in the same spot for the next thirty minutes, watching Fable sleep. She was so fucking beautiful to me. There wasn’t anything that I didn’t find attractive, even her smart-ass mouth.

“Stop watching me sleep like a fucking stalker,” Fable mumbled without opening her eyes.

I chuckled softly, wiped my hand over my mouth, and then nodded. “You sleep good?” I asked as she rolled onto her back and stretched her body. She was dressed in fitted shorts, a tank top, and a bonnet on her head.

“My eyes itch,” she mentioned as she rubbed her eyes, and I nodded.

“Stay here.” I pushed off the bed, looked down at her one last time, and left the room. Like all the rooms, this room had locks on the doors set to my prints. I scanned my hand, left the room, closed the door, and waited for the locks to engage before moving.

“What’s good, sis?” I said, approaching Zane Berry, a close friend and the only person I trusted to create the perfect bedroom furniture.

I threw my arm over her shoulder and dropped a quick kiss on the top of her head.

Zane wrapped a single arm around my waist, but didn’t stop giving orders to her guys.

When Fable told me she wanted new furniture, I knew that Zane was the only person I wanted to create it.

She was a fourth-generation carpenter on her mama’s side.

Unlike most carpenters, Zane’s history came from the women in her family. “Ay, this shit is nice.”

“I know,” she laughed and nodded. “And it should be since I’ve been working on it nonstop since you asked.”

I let her go and walked around the California king bed frame, admiring the small details that Zane had done. The maple wood bed frame matched the side tables, bench at the end of the bed, and dresser and armoire. The custom job cost me nearly thirty grand, but it was worth it.

“Are you going on vacation?” I asked her as I ran my hand over the tall canopy frame. Unlike most canopy beds, the bedpost didn’t make the regular box at the top; instead, the frame above the bed crossed, and an X was in the middle. I had plans for the unique design.

“No,” she answered with a small laugh. “Next on my list is a custom order for Fire and Lynx.”

“They know what they are having?” I asked, and she shook her head. “But you know?”

“I do,” she answered with a nod. “Their doctor emailed me the blood results yesterday. About two months before they find out, I want to be done with the cribs by then.”

“I have faith in your skills,” I said as I walked around the bed.

“Thanks,” she replied and crossed her arms. “Now, you care to tell me what you needed this set for? The last one wasn’t even six months old yet.”

“A request,” I answered with a chuckle.

“That you obeyed?”

“I had no other choice,” I answered honestly. “She said to do it, and so I did.”

“Smart man,” Zane said as she patted my arm. She looked around the room one last time before turning to me and smiling. “Let me know if and when you need my services again.”

“I got you,” I said, nodding.

Zane left the room with her men, and I continued to walk around.

The furniture looked good as fuck in here.

I left the bedroom, went to my office, grabbed the sheet set I ordered, and returned to the room.

Working quickly, I put the sheets on the bed, as well as the million fucking pillows and comforter.

“Blue and purple?” Amethyst questioned as he walked back into the room. He bit into an apple. “That’s not your normal style.”

“It’s what she wanted,” I replied, stepping back from the bed to ensure everything looked right. “Did my paintings come?”

“Nah,” Amethyst answered, then took another bite of his apple. “Who’s supposed to be bringing them?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, then fixed the comforter. “Just know I’m expecting something.”

“Noted,” he said, then nodded. “Now bring your ass, I’m hungry.”

“Give me thirty,” I said, then walked to the bathroom to grab the eye drops I sometimes had to use when my allergies were fucking with me from the counter. “I’ll introduce you to Fable over breakfast.”

“Yeah?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Yeah nigga, mama said you had it bad; I just didn’t think it was this bad already.”

“Mind your business, Amethyst,” I said as I passed him.

“I’m hungry now, nigga.”

“Thirty fucking minutes, Amethyst!” I yelled as I scanned my hand to unlock the door to my temporary room. I opened the door, stepped inside, closed it, and looked around. “Fable?”

“Yeah,” she answered.

I stepped further into the room, looking at the bed to see her sitting on the floor. “Why the fuck are you on the floor?”

“I told you I wouldn’t lay in a bed another bitch has laid in,” she answered as she stood. I handed her the eye drops. “Is this my new cage?”

“Cage?” I questioned her, and she nodded. “That’s what you think this is?”

“It’s what I know it is,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Would you like to come out?”

“And do what?”

“Have breakfast with me and my brother,” I suggested, and she gave me a look that said she didn’t believe me. “Amethyst is downstairs. I told him to give me thirty minutes, and then we’d be down.”

“Why is he here?”

“You’re going to show off your baking skills and prove that my idea is going to work,” I said as I turned and walked to the door.

“We will go back to your room; you can get ready, and I’ll be back to get you in thirty minutes.

” I faced Fable and watched as her eyes ballooned in surprise.

“I told you I had plans for you, and I meant that.”

“Thirty minutes?” she questioned, and I nodded. “Okay.”

I don’t know if I expected her to argue or question my plans, but when she didn’t, I slightly relaxed.

Maybe she was starting to trust me. I scanned my thumb and waited for the sound of the locks to disengage before turning the handle and opening the door.

“Let’s go.” I put my hand out for her to take.

Fable hesitated momentarily before she put her hand in mine, and I led her back to my room.

“You changed everything?” She walked around the room, taking everything in. The room was dope as fuck; stepping out and then walking back in made me appreciate Zane’s work. She’d done a hell of a job and was worth every penny I paid.

“I did.” I gave her a singular nod.

“Why?”

“Because you told me to,” I answered. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Hood regarding the Legacy stalker situation. I answered him, stuffed my phone back in my pocket, and looked up to see Fable watching me with a guarded look. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Alright, I’ll be back in thirty,” I said, then left the room, ensuring the door closed and locked behind me before leaving.

“Citrine said to call him later,” Amethyst said when I entered the kitchen. His attention was on his laptop, and his face twisted as if he didn’t like what he saw. “And before you ask, I don’t know what he needs or wants.”

“Did he call you?” I moved through the kitchen, pulling supplies I wanted Fable to use. Knowing she could make it, I wanted something sweet but not too sweet.

“Yeah, to check to see how long I was going to let this nigga live,” he answered with a smirk. He looked up at me, his eyes cold as fuck, and shook his head. “I think I found Drew.”

“You sure?”

“Cross is looking into it for me,” he replied, and I nodded.

“If it’s him, then we will have a supply of goods ready to sell.

” Goods, that’s what he called organs when he harvested them.

Amethyst’s black market business was just as lucrative as his surgical career.

I just think that little brother took more pleasure in hunting, killing, and selling niggas than he did in saving lives at times. “If it’s him-”

“Then have at it,” I finished his sentence, and he nodded. We all knew trying to stop Amethyst was a waste of time and effort, especially since it involved Yale. He’d already killed her husband; going after his boss was the only logical next step.

“You already know I am,” he said, turning his attention to me. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Getting things ready for Fable,” I answered as I continued pulling out what I thought she would need. I’d never seen her work, so everything was a guessing game, but I was excited to see it happen.

“That’s her name?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, reviewing everything I’d pulled out. I cut my eyes to my brother, then lifted my brow. “Why?”

“No reason,” he chuckled and shook his head. “No reason at all. Where is she?”

“Getting ready.”