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So Bad (17)

NATASHA

Turning over in bed, the aroma of breakfast tickled my nose. I groaned to myself as reality set in. I sat up in bed and pulled my phone from the nightstand, unlocking my phone to check my text thread with Adonis, and to my surprise, no response.

Regret set in, the message read 'delivered'. He could've read the message and ignored it for all I knew. I picked myself out of bed and walked into the on-suite bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to find a shirtless King making breakfast.

"Good morning" he exclaimed. I opened the fridge and grabbed the gallon of orange juice and two glasses from the cabinet, "Morning" I replied lowly. As I poured the two glasses of orange juice, King placed my plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on the table. After fixing his plate, he took a seat and took a sip of his orange juice. "Thank you" he replied.

I took a seat at the table, blessed my food, and ate a forkful of eggs. "You know you didn't have to cook breakfast" I exclaimed. "It's fine. It would be rude of me to only cook for myself." King expressed. My facial expression changed as I dropped my fork. This nigga had a lot of nerve. King immediately rushed over to pick up the fork. I struggled to grab the fork, and he got it before I could. "You don't have to—" "I didn't mean it like that Tash" King interrupted, looking me in my eyes. "It would be rude of me to eat without you. That's what I meant" King reassured as he got up from the ground and placed the dirty fork in the sink.

My chest heaved up and down slowly as he handed me a clean fork from the drawer, I was still on edge for how he treated me last night, and I'm a bit salty about not getting a text back from Adonis. I glared at King as he returned to his seat. "I'm sorry if I upset you" he added. Cutting to the chase, I interrupted his 'nice boy' act. "Is this some kind of peace offering from last night?!" I asked at an octave. King chuckled to himself, "Damn, we still not over this?" he questioned. I stood to my feet with one hand on my hip, "You tell me. You're the one with the 'nice boy' act cooking me breakfast and shit." I scoffed.

King took a bite of his bacon and wiped his hands with a napkin, the look in his eyes read that he was fed up. "I'm not tryna argue this morning. It's a new day. Whatever we said to each other last night, is what we said. Why are you still.... Hostile?" King questioned as he stood to his feet, towering over me. My eyes locked with King's as his expression was cold and unchanging, his jaw clenched, and his skin as golden as ever. I was turned on by his 'I don't need you' attitude. I couldn't help but feel my heart strings being pulled as I watched the tension between us brew, my eyes traced his tattoos and chiseled body.

I caved internally the longer I stared at him. I squared my eyes at him, trying to gain my composure as I felt the bad bitch energy in me dying. My mind played back to last night and all of those feelings came rushing in. I sighed heavily before speaking. "Jermaine, I felt rejected last night and... to tell you the truth, I'm not over it" I admitted. King knew that anytime that I called him by his government name, it meant that I was serious; for some reason, it was like a soft spot for him.

King sighed in frustration and sucked his teeth. He relaxed his shoulders and proceeded to rest his hands on my shoulders. "What do you want me to do?" he asked in a softer tone. The sensation of his skin against mine caused my skin to flush, my face immediately turned red and he knew it. I felt hot internally, I even smiled a little. Deep down, all I could think about was Adonis, and why I made him leave, I'm still just so unhappy and uneasy about the fact that he's married. I caressed King's wrists and stared into his eyes. I felt that rubbing them, maybe the pain would go away. If I stared at him any longer, maybe I could forget all about Adonis, and King and I could pick up where we left off.