Page 16 of Obsessive Love
“Pyrite Stone, let me the fuck out of this room!” Fable’s voice echoed through the living room, and I chuckled lowly. Ever since she’d realized that there were microphones and cameras in the room, whenever she wanted something, she would yell. “I know you hear me!”
“Ay yo, she’s funny,” Amethyst laughed.
“Bitch nigga!” her bird said from its perch on top of the fridge. I cut my eyes at its ass but didn’t say shit. I hated that fucking bird, and I wasn’t even sure why I brought them with me, but I did. Taking care of them was easier than taking care of their stubborn ass owner. “Bitch nigga!”
“Keep fucking with me, and I’m going to tie you the fuck up again,” I said, pointing to the bird.
“Nigga, where the fuck did that muthafucka come from?” Amethyst asked as he stared up at the bird.
“Been here as long as its owner,” I answered, shaking my head. “Talks shit just like her ass, too.”
“Bitch nigga!” the bird yelled again. I bucked at it, and it flew away. “Bitch nigga!”
“She trained the bird to call you that?” Amethyst asked as he watched the bird fly back to its cage and shut the door behind itself as if that would save it from me.
“She doesn’t even know the fucking birds are here,” I said as I left the kitchen.
I made my way to my bedroom. When I got to the room, I took a deep breath, scanned my prints, and opened the door.
On the other side, Fable stood near the bed, dressed in a red suit that looked as if Mahogany had come and fitted her personally, along with a pair of black heels.
Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, and her face was made up, and even though the shit was subtle, I kept looking at her eyes. They were my favorite feature of hers.
“I’m about to make you a millionaire,” she said as she pushed past me. “Show me where your brother is.”
“I’m already a millionaire,” I said, following behind her. I stuffed my hands in my pocket and smirked as I watched her ass move in her pants. Shit looked good as fuck, and my mouth watered at the thought of biting one.
“Where is your brother?” she asked as we descended the stairs.
“Kitchen,” I answered, and she nodded. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I chuckled when she hesitated at the sight of the door. “It’s locked, the glass is bulletproof, and I don’t have any neighbors that would hear you scream if you decided to.”
Fable looked over her shoulder at me, grilled me hard, then smirked. “I’m not running from you, Pyrite, don’t worry.”
I nodded, licked my lips, and let my eyes roam freely from head to toe. She might not have been running, but I knew she wasn’t ready for what I had in mind. “Amethyst is in the kitchen.”
Fable walked into the kitchen, and Amethyst pulled his attention from his laptop to her.
He looked at her, surprise written all over his face, then over her shoulder to me, and I smirked.
I knew she wasn’t what he expected, making me stand up straighter.
Fable wasn’t showing weakness; being locked in my house for a little over a month, you would think that she would be crying or scared.
She was anything but; her head was held high, shoulders square, and back straight.
My girl was ready for war, and that shit had my dick hard as fuck.
“Fable Walters, I’d like to introduce you to my brother, Dr. Amethyst Stone,” I said, standing beside her. “Amethyst, this is Fable Walters.”
“The Baker,” Amethyst said, extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Same,” Fable replied. “Now, let's get down to business.”
“Let’s,” I said as I stepped back and pulled the chair out for her to sit. “Have a seat, Fable.”
“Thank you,” she said softly as she took her seat. I sat beside her, waiting for her to start. “I want to put Story Time in every building you own.”
“Why?” Amethyst asked before I could.
“Because I want out of here,” she answered with a shrug. “My company may be small-”
“Rule one when dealing with a Stone: never downplay yourself,” I interjected. “You will never minimize who or what you are to be able to have a seat at the table. That table isn't meant for you if you aren’t welcomed, honored, and cherished.” Fable nodded, then turned to Amethyst.
“I’m damn good at what I do.”
“We’ve seen the reviews,” I supplied. “Now, tell me what I don’t know.
” I crossed my arms and sat back in my seat.
“Anybody can sell you a dream; make me believe it.” Fable bit into her bottom lip like she was thinking, and Amethyst chuckled.
“Listen, I’m not going to say this shit is going to be easy, but for me to agree with this plan, I need proof that you aren’t just another cookie chain that we can get leased into the buildings. What makes you different, Fable?”
“I-” she started, then sighed. I could see the wheels in her head starting to turn.
She wasn’t used to being questioned; her ability to be as dope as possible was already proven.
Seeing her start doubting herself pissed me off.
I wanted the shit-talking headstrong woman I’d met last month to demand the respect she already had.
“Go bake,” I interjected, and she looked at me confused. “If you want out like you said, then prove it.”