Mr. Officer (Urban literature)

Chapter 1: A Year Later

A stared at the little ring on my left hand; it wasn't like Beyonce's ring but it didn't matter. It was just eight hours ago when Malik asked me to marry him after making love. I never knew I would get married to such a nice guy like Malik. It was just a year ago I was running away from a drug dealer, now I'm marrying a police officer.

Awesome!

"Morning baby." Malik said as he walked into the room with his big cup of morning coffee and no shirt; letting his boxer hang down on his hips.

Sexy view.

I sat up with my hand on the covers so it won't fall and show my naked body. "Morning, Mr. Officer."

He smirked and sat by me on the edge of the bed. "I love it when you call me that." He pecked my lips.

"Malik, I told you about drinking so much coffee. You know it'll-"

"-It'll damage my liver. If you wasn't keeping me up all last night with your horny ass, maybe I wouldn't need to drink this much coffee."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not my fault you're so addictive." I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him into a quick kiss. "Scoot scoot. I gotta get ready for work." I grabbed my green silk robe that hung on the side of the bed post before putting it on and tied it so it can cover my body. I dropped the blanket before getting out of bed and walking to our bathroom.

I looked in the mirror, looking myself over.

My image changed over the year. Instead of my long curly hair; I cut it down to shoulder length and slapped a perm in it to make it straight. Also I gained a few pounds, so I do not have my slim thick figure anymore. I have chubby cheeks and a little gut; my breast increased and so did my butt. Malik loves it.

"How bout you stay home today?" Malik asked.

"I can't. Since I took off yesterday. Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

Malik walked in the bathroom and leaned on the door frame as I started the shower. "I'm going in late."

"How late?" I looked at him; catching him staring at my ass. I snapped my fingers. "My eyes are up here?"

He smirked. "You know I like staring at my cochin."

I rolled my eyes. "You're avoiding my question."

He sighed. "Theywantmeateleven." he said quickly.

"What? Say that slowly."

"They want me at eleven."

"PM?"

He nod.

I sighed. "Again? This is the third time this week. Can't you set your own hours."

He shook his head. "It's this case going on and they need all the officers."

I stood straight up and untied my robe. "What case?"

"I don't think I can tell you."

I pouted and let my robe drop; showing all my pride and glory. "Are you sure?"

He chuckled. "I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" I gave him a innocent face.

"You're using your body to get answers. Which is not fear."

I shrugged and stepped into the shower; letting the warm water hit my skin. "You wanna take a shower with me?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I would feel so used."