Jasmine
After a long day of meetings and clients, I get home. I pause, looking down at my door. Who the fuck?
I bend down. Some cookies and a sticky note.
Dropped by and left these. Hope they aren't stale before you eat them. Give me a call!
My lips tug up. How sweet. I unlock my door, getting my phone. I call him up.
"I got the cookies. You be careful, I might wife you," I snort.
He chuckles, as I set my bags down.
"I wouldn't mind. Hey, you make the money, I'll tend to the home sound good?" He snorts.
I take a bite out of the cookie, kicking my shoes off. "Yeah, so long as you have dinner on the table, and you get hard on command."
"I'm always hard for you, Miss."
Roman starts crying in the background. I pour myself a glass of wine sitting down.
"Poor baby," I coo. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, I don't know, he's just fussy I think. Anyway, how was work?"
I shrug. "Fine. I guess."
"Uh-oh. Hey, let's FaceTime."
I hang up, FaceTiming him. He grins. "There you are!"
I snort. Rowan grins, chewing on his fingers.
"Hey there!" I coo at him.
Travis smiles. "He lights up when he sees you. He already has good taste."
I smile. "Don't fucking smooth talk me. Hey, hey, you wanna come over tonight? Bring Rowan. We'll put him in front of a Disney movie."
He smirks, looking down. "Yeah, okay. Sounds good. Want me to bring food? Maybe some toys?"
"No. You kinky bitch. Now bring me some apple bees. I'll cash app you."
He nods. "Did you try the cookies? They're an old recipe from my old girlfriend."
I frown.
"Don't worry, we were 13, and she stole cars and taught me how to rob small connivence stores with a handgun." He explains.
I frown deeper.
He shrugs. "I'll be over then then. What did you want from Apple Bees?"
"Bacon burgers."
He nods. "So...did you give some more thought to letting me pierce you?"
"I told you I'm scared of needles!"
"But I fuck you, and I have a ten inch penis. Needles are way smaller than that. Plus I'm good, I promise. Think some more on it okay?"
I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
• • •
"Honey I'm home!" He calls opening the door.
"Home?" I raise a brow.
He smirks, "Don't be so cold, Miss."
He sets Roman down running toward me. I pick him up. "Hey there cutie!"
"Hey, I got this really nice gun, I thought you'd really like it."
I frown. "Don't show the baby!"
"He's a toddler. Plus Wes has like...ten guns and she pulls an AK out every time the neighborhood kids have firecrackers in the yard."
I frown. "Well, anyway, put it away I'll look at it later. Has he eaten?"
He nods. "If Cheetos puffs counts."
"It doesn't. He needs real food. Vegetables, fruits."
He sighs. "Got the feeling you didn't like kids much."
I look up at him. "I don't mind them too much. Especially cuties that aren't mine. Like a nephew I can spoil and since I'm an only child I think I found mine."
I hug him tightly. "So cute! You want some food? I'll make you some food."
Roman laughs. Oh. He's precious. So cute, and pretty red hair, brown eyes. Adorable!
"You're gonna be my little nephew! You want some toys? You're such a good little boy!"
"Well don't spoil him rotten! And what about me? Am I good little boy?"
I shoot him a look. "You aren't little."
"But I am good right? Kiss?" He bends down.
I kiss him rolling my eyes. My phone rings. I look down at it.
"What's that face?" Travis asks.
"Nothing. Just...an old mentor."
He smiles. "Oh what were they like?"
"Naive."
"Naive?"
I glance at him, letting Roman out of my arms to roam.
"Who is it? Someone famous?"
"Lorenzo Almead."
He blinks. "The millionaire! Oh my god! You know him? How did you meet him? He mentored you?"
I sigh. "He did it because and I looked like his dead daughter. Now enough interrogation. Let's just watch a movie."
He sits down beside me. "Sore spot?"
I say nothing. He sighs, kissing my cheek. "It'll be okay."
I sigh. "I'm not sad. You don't have to comfort me."
He smiles. "I just like kisses." He kisses my forehead.
"Let me to set Roman down, I'll be back."
I bite into my bacon burger. I'm seriously starting to like him or something.
How concerning. I glance at my phone, alerting me to a missed call from Lorenzo.
Seriously concerning.
