Sunday morning.. July 7th.
I got up early as usual despite the headache, soreness between my thighs and arms wrapped around my waist as we were cuddling. The memories from last night floods my thoughts and I blushed red but slowly got up like I've seen in moves. Wherever this was, is definitely a master bedroom that looks as expensive as I've know these penthouse owners to have. I took all my belongings to the bathroom where I took a nice cold shower, used a new toothbrush to brush my teeth, took two aspirin I found in a jar and fix my hair that was now frizzy on my head. All thanks to his comb and the toothbrush I used, I had two french braids in along with neat edges from water and a man's gel I found in the bathroom.
I was also hungry so I quickly dashed out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me in search of a kitchen. The place was empty and so was the outside where it was crowded last night but people where out there cleaning up. After three long minutes I found a large kitchen and went digging for ingredients just after I took some cash from my bag that would cover for whatever I'm about to use.
I didn't find much but I saw chicken breast in the freezer and rice in a jar from the pantry that I quickly put to good use. I was also boiling water to drink a tea bag from a box I found in the cupboard. I would look at the clock on the wall occasionally then whisper a quick prayer hoping I'm gone before Smoke or anyone else sees me. There was no way I'll allowing anyone to run me out, I'll do it myself.
My thoughts were a mess as the event that took place last night was fresh in my mind. I felt paranoid and weird, I could still feel his every touch, see him, hear his voice and smell his cologne despite the amount of alcohol we drank and the taste of weed on his tongue when we kissed. Everything he did was playing through my head like a broken record that would also rewind the things I wanted to see but didn't.
"Empress?" My body froze and I turn to see Flora staring at me with a smile that widens and so did her eyes. "You didn't."
Gone was her dress and she was wearing just her underwear and a guys shirt. The same shirt I see the guy who she was dancing with was wearing. Her neck was decorated like mine but I'm sure she won't have to walk funny like I was.
"Um... I did." I whispers and she came over staring at me from head to toe then she sniffled the air and I prayed that I didn't smell weird.
"You cooking? I know I smell someone down here but I thought it was Smokes mama or aunt. Damn girl, if I was a lesbian I would marry you." She took up the dish towel and lift the cover of the pot with her thumb and index finger. "The fuck! You cooking for a cook out?"
"I'm hungry Flow, I'm willing to pay for what I use. The money is over there." I point to the money and I heard laugher from her and Gunner who just enters the kitchen.
"This girl is crazy. Where you get her from?"
"This girl just made us breakfast and lunch for y'all...." I quickly shook my head at Flora. "What? You cook this for Smoke?"
"No, I did it because I'm really hungry..."
"Y'all wear a condom?" She asked making Gunner hide his laugher behind his fake cough.
"He did and can I please finish this so I can leave before he comes down here." I begs her. She looks at me funny then at her Gunnar who shares the same look before they both started laughing.
"You got jokes man but you want some help?"
"No thank you. I don't like sharing kitchen space." I told him.
I turned, got everything I needed to sanitise before dishing my food. The curry chicken breast with buttery white rice was high in the air when I started putting all the food in my plate then making myself a cup of tea. I wasn't selfish either so I put my own to the side and dishes out food for Flora, Gunnar and six other who came in but I still has the most portion in my plate and more in the pot.
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Strong Back
RomanceBob Marley says 'your enemy could be your best friend and your best friend your worst enemy.' From betrayal to growing romance, the innocent daughter of a billionaire found pleasure with the unknown.