The narrative centers on a young African American man named Max Knight who relocates to San Francisco with aspirations of pursuing a career in journalism. However, his circumstances take an unforeseen turn when he encounters his new cohabitant, Kati...
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I woke up to find myself laying in my bed completely naked, like I was not even wearing my panties; also, I was not alone in the bed. I turned my head to see Luther was also on the bed, sleeping butt-naked, so I quickly got off the bed, grabbed my clothes that were on the floor, and put them on as fast as I could. Then, I picked up Luther's clothes, which he probably hadn't washed in forever and probably smelled like dead animals, and I woke Luther up by kicking him. "You have to go now. No questions, just go." I tossed the clothes at Luther.
"What time is it?" Luther starts to get dressed.
"It's time to leave, bud," I told Luther.
Luther got up from the bed and picked up his phone. "Fuck! My phone is dead. Can I borrow your phone from my Uber? I just need it for a second." I give my phone to Luther. "Thanks. I will bring it to you when I finish."
"I want you gone when I come back, or else I will call the cops on you for breaking into my house."
I left the room and went to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee with two drops of milk to sweeten it. I took a sip. I looked at the clock on the wall and forgot that today was Monday. Dusty has school today, and I am going to make him late. So, I dropped the coffee on the kitchen table, then quietly opened Dusty's door and woke him by kissing him on the forehead.
"Good morning, sweetheart. It's time to go to school, so shower and wear your uniform. I'll be waiting for you in the living room." I kissed him again on the forehead.
Back in the kitchen, I cleaned the dishes that held leftover food from last night, including Dusty's cup. After that, I put the half-eaten turkey into the fridge, along with many fruits and veggies (which is very healthy for me). "Hey, Katie. My Uber driver will be coming around fifteen minutes." Luther offers my phone back to me. "Where is Dusty? I want to see him."
"He is in his bedroom getting ready for school, but you are allowed to see my son or speak to him about what you did to us," I told Luther. "So, sorry, not sorry."
"I wish things become normal again, not hating each other for aging and you telling me how much an asshole I am to you and our son. Because that is not the whole truth, and you know that, Katty."
I roll my eyes. "I wish that you shut the fuck up, and I don't care what words you tried to manipulate me to bring you back into my life. Cause you are a fucking douchebag and still are." I pointed Luther's chest aggressively.
"Daddy?" Dusty stepped out of his room, wearing his school uniform and backpack on his back. "DADDY!" He ran toward Luther and jumped into Luther to hug him.
"Hey, buddy. Did you miss your Daddy?" Luther asks Dusty while carrying him in his arms. "Because I miss you a lot, and I haven't seen you since you were the size of a football. How old are you now?" Dusty pulls out seven fingers to show Luther. "You seven years old? How did you become so big that fast? You are crazy, man."
