Page 7 of Obsessive Love

FABLE

I sat in the corner of the room, waiting for someone to show up.

I don’t know how long I’d been awake, but I knew it’d been a few hours because the sun was starting to come up.

I was in the basement of someone’s house, which was a well-decorated basement, but it was still a basement.

I was locked in a large cell that had a queen-sized bed and a bathroom.

The bathroom’s walls were glass, so nothing in the cell was hidden.

The bed was clean, and the sheets looked brand new, but whoever’s house this was had to be seriously off because who the fuck had a cell in their basement?

I looked around the basement and could only shake my head; the room was decorated in black, with a big TV on the wall across from a couch and bar.

Opposite the TV were jerseys from KC Queens and Kings players, and the new professional women’s flag football and men’s hockey teams were announced.

It looked like I was locked in a man cave.

The sound of someone walking down the steps pulled my attention from the jerseys to see the man from my house approaching me.

Yesterday, he wore a black suit that looked to be made just for him and made my mouth water; now, he wore some black joggers, a white tank, and a pair of Givens Robbins shoes on his feet.

His long hair hung freely, and even though his crazy ass had me locked in this fucking cell, I couldn’t deny how fine he was. Psycho or not.

“You sleep okay?” he asked as his dark eyes freely took me in. “The bed was comfortable?”

“Let me out of here,” I said, standing. “I don’t know what the fuck my brother told you, but this isn’t going to go like you planned.”

“Like I planned for it to go?” he questioned with a laugh. I hated to admit it, even to myself, but this nigga was fine as fuck. “Tell me what you think my plan is, Itty bitty?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” I replied. “It's your plan. I just know I’m going to give you hell the entire time.”

“It wouldn’t be fun if you didn’t,” he smiled. My pussy immediately got wet, and I shook my head. “Now, Itty bitty, what would you like for breakfast?”

“To go home,” I answered, and he kissed his teeth.

“No.” The finality in his voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Next request.”

“That’s the only thing I want,” I replied with a shrug. “I’ll starve, scream, and give you hell until that happens.”

“Saying you’ll give me hell is nothing but a turn-on.”

“Boy, fuck you,” I said, even though my eyes immediately went to the impressive print in his pants. I knew he shouldn’t have turned my ass on, but he did.

“That’s the plan,” he said and shrugged. “Now, back to my question, what do you want to eat?”

“Nothing you can provide,” I stubbornly answered. My stomach growled loudly, but I wasn’t about to break.

“Alright, well, enjoy the show then,” he said, turning and walking away.

“What fucking show?” I yelled at his retreating back. Instead of answering me, he continued walking up the stairs, and the door closed behind him.

I paced my cell, trying to figure out a way out of this shit.

Javien Jr. offered me up to this crazy ass nigga because of a fucking debt.

He had my bakery, so the reason he was holding me was beyond me.

What felt like hours passed before I finally gave in and went to the bathroom.

I peed, wiped, flushed, and washed my hands without taking my eyes off the door.

I didn’t put shit past this crazy ass nigga.

The door opened again, and I watched as he came back downstairs, this time dressed in a gray suit that looked damn good against his dark skin.

His hair was pulled into a bun, and his attention was on his phone.

He barely glanced in my direction as he walked over to the couch, picked up the remote, and turned on the TV.

I don’t know what I expected to see, but a live feed of my bakery wasn’t it.

Yamari was working the counter, and a short, skinny woman stood beside her, listening as she gave her instructions.

“What the fuck is this?” I demanded. Instead of answering me, he dropped the remote back on the couch and walked away. “Nigga, I know you fucking hear me! What the fuck is this?!”

“See you later, Itty Bitty,” he said as he descended the stairs. “See you fucking later.” The door slammed behind him.