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"Bre!!" I called out as I walked into her condo, locking the door behind me. Dropping my keys on the table, I felt Baccarat rub against my ankles, meowing for attention. I bent down to take off my shoes, setting them aside before giving the cat a look.
"Wassup, Ugly?" I picked him up, rubbing under his chin. He purred for a second, then swatted at my face.
"Shithead," I mumbled, putting him down. This cat and I had a love-hate relationship. He loved me when I fed him, but that was about it. Whenever Bre stayed at my place last minute, I had to come over and feed his ass.
"Where's your mommy?" I asked, heading toward her room. Baccarat followed me like a little shadow, never too far behind. I could hear the faint sound of the TV coming from her room, so I knew she was in there.
"Bre?" I called her name softly as I pushed the door open. There she was, knocked out with a book still in her hand and her glasses on. She must've just fallen asleep.
Baccarat jumped onto the bed, sniffing around. "Get your ass down," I mumbled at him, but he ignored me as usual. I walked closer to Bre, gently taking the book from her hand and setting it aside.
She stirred a little when I took her glasses off. "Hmm?" she mumbled, eyes still closed.
"Hey, baby girl, sorry I'm just getting here. I had some shit to take care of. Today was crazy," I said, grabbing her bonnet from the nightstand and carefully placing it on her head.
"Thank you. I didn't even realize how tired I was," she said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"Well, go back to sleep, baby. I'm about to order some food," I told her, sitting down at her side.
"No, I cooked. You don't have to order anything. There's plenty left," she said, her voice soft as Baccarat curled up next to her.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'm on it. I'm hungry as shit," I said, standing up.
"Let me get up," she said, starting to move.
"Nah, lay back down. I got it," I insisted as I walked out. Of course, Baccarat jumped down and followed me.
"You must be hungry too," I said as we reached the kitchen. I grabbed his food and filled his bowl, along with some fresh water. He was acting like he hadn't eaten all day. "Now, I know your momma fed you, nigga," I muttered, watching him devour the food.
I chuckled, shaking my head, before heading to the sink to wash my hands. Bre had all her dishes on the drying rack. I swear, she has a dishwasher but never uses it. She prefers to hand wash everything.
I opened the fridge, spotting the food she cooked. Taking them out and opening them."This looks good, I might eat it cold," I mumbled, eyeing the containers.
"You better not," I heard her say.
I looked up, grinning, as she stood by Baccarat, watching me. "Aye, you didn't feed little ugly today?" I asked, still messing with her.
