Page 27 of Obsessive Love

“Appreciate it,” he replied, then left.

I grabbed the steak from the fridge and tried to think of something quick to make.

I decided on a Korean BBQ Steak rice bowl with spicy cream sauce and a few drops of honey.

He’d never taste it because the dish was spicy.

It was mean, I know, but I had to get my revenge somehow.

Once I found everything I needed, I went to work while the cake was in the oven.

After I was finished, I called Pyrite back into the kitchen.

“Food is ready,” I said when he walked in. He’d showered and was now dressed in ball shorts, a tank top, and tall socks. “Ay, that looks good.”

“It is, too,” I said, handing him his plate. “I make this at least twice a month for me and Yamari.”

“Y’all spend a lot of time together?” he asked as I sat.

“Yeah,” I answered. I sat across from him, bowed my head, and said a quick prayer. “If she’s not at the gallery, then she’s at the bakery with me. I don’t know how many times I've asked her to come work with me, but she always declines.”

“Because baking isn’t her passion,” Pyrite said, and I nodded.

“How do you know that?” I smirked.

“I talk to Yamari every day, too,” he answered. “I want to say we are building a friendship, but I don’t want to assume anything.”

“Stop trying to steal my best friend, Pyrite,” I playfully said in between bites of my food. “I don’t have anyone else in my corner besides her.”

“Nah, I’m trying to steal her best friend,” he replied with a laugh. “She knows that, too, which is why she is giving me a hard time.”

“Physically, you already have.”

“Now I want you mentally,” he countered lowly, and I stopped eating to watch him. “Emotionally, too.” Pyrite continued to eat as if what he said wasn’t abnormal.

I shook my head, trying not to let his words get to me, but they had. Physically, I was here; my ankle monitor proved I wasn’t going anywhere. But the more I got to know Pyrite, the more I realized he wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Knowing that he wanted me physically, mentally, and emotionally was an overwhelming feeling that, surprisingly, I wasn’t scared of. But I should be, right?

I looked at the door again before pulling a small packet from my pocket and pouring the contents over the pancakes I’d made for Pyrite.

Starburst flew into the kitchen and went right to his cage, meaning Pyrite was on his way.

I stuffed the package into my pocket and sprinkled the Oreo crumble I’d smashed on the pancakes to hide my work.

“Bitch nigga!” Starburst yelled as Pyrite walked into the kitchen. He looked good as fuck, dressed in a three-piece blue-grey colored suit. His hair hung around his shoulders in waves. He’d taken down his two strands, and damn it; his ass looked good as fuck. “Bitch nigga.”

“Yo fuckin’ bird about to be in a ball,” Pyrite threatened me. He went to the fridge and took out a small bowl of fruit and vegetables. “Every fucking time he sees me, that’s what he says.”

“It's your name for him, then,” I said as I returned to fixing his food. Today, he had Oreo pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. I don’t know why, but cooking for him felt natural. “Either teach him something new or accept it.”

“Fuck him.” He put the bowl in the cage and looked around. “Where is Watermelon?”

“She’ll be out when she’s ready,” I said, shrugging. “She was in a mood this morning.”

“That fuck nigga did something to her?” he pointed to Starburst, and I laughed. He walked over to the cage, stuck his hand in, and, surprisingly, Starburst went to him. He took his hand from the cage and lifted it so he could be eye to eye with Starburst. “What you do to my homegirl, fuck nigga?”

“Bitch nigga!” Starburst yelled. He bobbed his head and spread his wings. “Bitch nigga!”

Pyrite sighed, put his hand back in the cage, and Starburst returned to his perch. Watermelon flew into the room and went straight to the cage to eat. Starburst strutted on the perch, putting on a display of his wings and yelling.

“The fuck is he doing now?” Pyrite asked as he walked away from the cage.

“Dumb ass dude just be doing shit, I swear. The last two days, he has been doing that.” He grabbed water from the fridge and came to stand beside me.

The smell of his cologne filled my lungs, and my pussy started to throb.

He looked good and smelled good. I let out a deep breath and shook my head.

“Damn, what did I do to you this morning to piss you off?”

“What?” I questioned with a twisted expression on my face.

“You over here breathing all hard like I already pissed you off. Yo bird screaming and hollering like he ain’t got no sense,” he pointed to Starburst, who was still putting on a show. “The only calm ones are me and Watermelon.”

“He’s strutting because he wants to mate,” I said as I handed him his plate.

“Wait, that nigga in heat?” he laughed.

“Birds don’t go into heat; it's called mating season,” I said as I walked around the island and started putting stuff away.

This morning, I made different donuts for the office staff.

Pyrite mentioned that he tries to do things for them once or twice weekly as a thank you.

I couldn’t sleep again, so I decided to make them something to eat.

“That nigga in heat,” Pyrite laughed and shook his head as he sat down. He said a quick prayer and then looked up at me. “Where’s your food?”

“I ate earlier,” I answered as I packed away the donuts.

“What’s earlier?” he questioned. “Because I have been up since six.”

“I know; I heard you when you started moving around.” I stacked the boxes of donuts on the island. “I’m usually up around four because of the bakery.” I looked up to see him eating. “You haven’t been watching?”

“Sometimes,” he chuckled as he ate. “Sometimes, I like to give you your privacy; other times, I’m down for the show.” He shrugged.

I schooled my features, but inside I was panicking. What did he mean by saying he liked to watch the show? Had he seen me putting my special ingredient into his food? It was just a little citrus crumb. Nothing that would kill him, but he definitely would be itching all day.

“Ay, this is good,” he said, interrupting my thoughts. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I mumbled as I returned to cleaning. “What time is the meeting with the Kings?”

“After films,” he answered. “So around ten. Givens won’t be available because he’s at a tournament with his daughter, Faylin, but he said he’d stop by later to talk.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Starburst screeched again, and I saw him standing behind Watermelon. He mounted her, and a couple of thrusts later, he was stumbling to the side of the cage.

“This nigga,” Pyrite sighed and shook his head. “He better be in a good fucking mood for the rest of the damn day.”

“Would you be?” I mumbled.

“Nah, I’d want more,” Pyrite answered. I lifted my head to see him staring at me with a hungry look in his eye. “I ain’t no three pump nigga. Best believe that.” He went back to eating, and I continued to stare at him. If the way he ate pussy was any indication of his dick game, I believed him.

“Home!” Watermelon yelled.