T he sun assaulted my eyelids as it crept through the blinds. I laid in Quan’s king size bed alone, wondering where he went. However, as my senses returned to me I could smell bacon frying outside of the room. He was up cooking for me. Before I rushed out to meet him, I reached for my phone to check my messages.
I had one from Ty, begging me to uphold my end of the bargain. And I had another from Aoki, threatening me. That bitch had some nerve. Fucking with my sister’s man is a no-no and if she didn’t back off, she would have to see me in the streets again.
I gathered myself out of bed and noticed he left a towel and two washcloths for me. He was so damn thoughtful that it made me smile. When I went into the bathroom, I ran the hot water and took a glimpse at my face. The swelling had gone down significantly, thanks to the ice. Make-up would be able to cover the minor bruising. My face was going to be okay.
After I showered, I slipped in a pair of black jeans and a white tank top with a black pyramid in the center. I applied lotion and some perfume and headed to meet him in the kitchen.
“How’d you sleep, shorty?” he asked as he turned the bacon over and slid it on a plate for me. In addition to the bacon was French toast topped with a caramel sauce and strawberries.
“I slept fine, considering everything that went down.”
“Good. I figured you could eat breakfast and then we could head out to the mall. We gotta get you fresh. That shoe situation was embarrassing.” I blushed at his words.
“Please stop bringing it up.” A nervous giggle escaped my lips.
“I will as soon as we get you some new shoes.”
I was amazed at how sweet he was and how willing he was to drop money on me without us even fucking. That’s how I know Aoki was wrong about everything.
“Your home is really nice. You did really good with the décor,” I complimented as I looked around the spacious loft. The luxury home had floor to ceiling windows, white wood floors, and black furniture with gold throw pillows. I had never been in a place so beautiful. He definitely had money because the loft was up in Columbia Heights. I guess the café business was going really well.
“Thank you babe. I had an interior decorator put it together. I ain’t into that decorating shit. You feel me?”
“Yeah,” I giggled as I forked French toast into my mouth. He handed me a glass of orange juice that I washed down. For the rest of breakfast we talked about his business and how he wanted to expand beyond the DMV. I told him my intentions on getting a teaching internship and publishing a book of poetry.
He was disgusted when I brought up my mother again and the shit she did to me and Nova.
“Damn shorty, your mother ain’t shit for that.”
“I know, but she means well. She’s led a rough life. Eventually Nova will come around and understand why she did what she did.”
“You don’t have to make excuses for her. She made stupid and bad choices. I just hope that you can learn from them.”
“Trust, I have. I don’t mess with married men or men with girlfriends. I’m not like that at all.”
“That’s good. You have to have some standards. I really like that you’re trying to do the best out here. But let’s go get you some clothes,” he suggested.
Minutes later we headed out of the door and went to Mazza Gallerie, where he let me get anything I wanted. I bought several outfits and expensive shoes. Two pairs of the shoes were real red bottoms. He also bought me a couple of handbags from Louis Vuitton as well as a Celine bag.
A part of me felt like giving him some pussy just to say thank you. But that’s the difference between me and Aoki. I don’t need to share the preciousness between my legs to get nice things.