Indulgence

Fourteen 🐶

Silently blowing on the rising steam from her coffee cup, Fatima shifted her weight from one side to the other secretly trying to ignore the questions from her friend. Belinda woke up the next morning with a frenzy of questions in an attempt to piece together the events of her drunk night.

"You sure I didn't get sick last night? My stomach is really hurting" Belinda lifted her head from the porcelain toilet bowl in disgust before pushing down on the lever to flush.

"Oh trust me, I'm sure. I would have made you sleep in the living room if you had."

Slowly she propped herself up on her knees "You're so good to me"

"Yeah. Trust me, I know. Listen, I need you to take this toothbrush and wash cloth. Brush that smell out of your mouth and wash your face and ass. I have a meeting at 9 and I need to make sure you're good before I leave."

"You're pretty grouchy when you don't get none"

"I wonder whose fault that was. Anyway, I left some clothes on the bed. Shower, brush, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen in 20."

Fatima waited for Belinda to acknowledge that she understood her assignment before turning on her heels to proceed out of her bedroom and downstairs to make breakfast. Twenty minutes later, she came strolling into the kitchen rubbing her stomach

"I feel like shit" she whined placed her forehead against the wall

"You look like it too" Fatima stated turning towards her best friend with a cup of black coffee "Here, drink this. Hopefully it will override the alcohol left in your system. And I made you some toast."

"Damn no breakfast?"

Fatima rolled her eyes "You know I don't cook"

"What would I do without you."

Fatima shrugged "I'd hate to see that. But I definitely know what I could have been doing without you" she mumbled

This time it was Belinda turn to smile "So that was him huh?"

"Yeah that was him." As soon as the words left her lips, the corners of Fatima lips curled upward and she broke out into a grin. Belinda noticed immediately the blissful look plastered on her friend's face "What?"

Belinda sipped on her coffee silently "'Nothing. Thought yall were taking things slow"

Fatima rolled her eyes "We are"

"It looked like I interrupted something last night ?"

"Let's just say you have bad timing" She shrugged "But it's fine.

"He does look a little young though Fatima. "

Fatima's full set of white nails tapped against her mug as she contemplated her next sentence "All you need to know is that I'm good. Okay."

"How old is he anyway?"

Fatima whipped her neck in her direction "Why?"

"I'm just asking. He looks young is all."

"I just told you that I'm good."

"Okay...all I'm saying is, be careful. He's young and with all the money you make you never know what people's true intentions are. You know. Plus, you barely know him Ti. He looked pretty comfortable last night."

"B...I got me okay. And he's the last person I'm worried about making me look stupid."

"Okay. Okay. I just want you to be happy Tima." She sipped from the porcelain mug in thought "Even though you and Ian didn't work out, doesn't mean that there isn't someone for you." She paused and her eyes widened "Look—if you want, I can hook you up with this guy that goes to my gym named Tyler, I think he's a police officer."