A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

ii. starving

logan

The first week of Deluxé was bustling. The menu and interior attracted a'lot of invested customers and food critics. I received feedback, likes, and dislikes. Deluxé earned four to five star reviews on the internet.

And that's the shit I wanted to see, commendation. It made me elated.

Devin, the kitchen manager, and I handled stock. It was running low and we needed double what we had last time. The first week was a storm, the second week could be a hurricane, word of mouth and social media travel swift in this world.

The restaurant was shut. Devin and I sat in the office altering our stock list from meats to drinks. He and I attained some of the stock on our own, but the meats and drinks were delivered, the difficult stuff. I wanted our victuals fresh from the carcass.

Devin and I went to the store, obtained our own baskets, and followed the list. He and I retrieved what we needed.

Devin tussled with the bags a little, but he'll be fine, these arms are for lifting women.

Devin and I walked back to the restaurant's hatchback, we executed food deliveries too.

As we walked, I noticed a familiar woman in shades across the street, cruising down the sidewalk. A cardboard holder with coffee was in one hand, a donut in the other, she took a bite.

"I'm coming back." I told Devin.

"Ok, chef." He said. "You can head over to the car." I added. "You want me to leave, too?" Devin asked.

"No." I answered, staring at him. "And how will I return to the restaurant?"

"...uber? ...the bus?"

"Don't fuck with me." I said. Devin smiled. "I'll head on."

"You better." I told him. 

Devin left me. I crossed the street and hurried to the woman. The broad reached a white lambo and unlocked the doors.

"Yo, excuse me." I said, strolling over. The woman turned and looked at me. Her brows furrowed. "Yo?"

"I mean, hi, hello." I corrected, a little embarrassed. The woman stared me down in silence.

"Um, well, I know this is our first encounter and shit, but I was wondering if I could have the digits." I said.

"You mean mine?" The woman asked with a brow raised. "Yeah." I answered. "I mean, if that's cool."

"Oh, sweetheart, no." The woman declined, shaking her head. "You have to earn those."

"How?" I asked. "I can do whatever it takes."

"Oh." Her mouth uttered. "You're starving." The woman ate her donut. "No, I like what I see, mamas, that's all." I said, observing her. "You're irresistible."

The woman almost choked, she smiled and shook her head in disbelief. "One moment."

The woman set the coffee down and retrieved a business card. The card came towards me.

"This is where I work." The woman said.

Obatala Art Studio.

"You're an artist?" I asked. "I am... and I'm fine with making new friends." The woman noted. "You can visit whenever."

Huh? New friends?

"I will, thanks." I said. "I have to leave now." The woman ended, she climbed into her car.

"I like the lambo." I added, looking into the window. "It's sweet as hell, reminds me of its owner."

The woman rolled her orbs and held her smile back. The lambo drove onward.

You know...

I don't even know her name.

It wasn't on the card.

Devin and I returned to the restaurant and stored the items in the kitchen. I sent him home and went into the office to look over documents.

Outside was dark and I was tired. I locked the doors and walked out to the lot.

I clocked someone leaning on a car. The individual waved at me. I was baffled.

I walked closer and noticed it was Daisee. A woman or friend rather, I fucked once.

"Hi." I said.

"Hi, there." Daisee saluted with a smile. "It's been a while."

I remembered those braces well, haven't seen her for two months, last time was when she left for Illinois.

"You're back?" I asked. "Yeah, home became dim after a while. I missed how vibrant it was here." Daisee answered. "I see."

"I came back last noon and word on the street, Chef Moore has her own restaurant." Daisee beamed. "I had to come see." I looked back and smirked at how nice the view was. "Yeah, that's all me."

"How sublime. I saw that it was shut, but I noticed the truck in the lot and decided to wait." Daisee said.

"Oh."

"I could've called, but I wanted it to be shocking." Daisee added. "You still have that truck. I was banking on a new one."

"I love that motherfucker too much." I stated. "You're doing ok tho?" I asked her. "Yes, I'm fine."

"Good."

"I'm heading to the club for some drinks in a few minutes. You want to come?" Daisee asked. "It could be a little date."

"I can't." I declined. "I have work tomorrow."

"Oh, that's fine... well, have a wonderful week." Daisee said. "You, too." I returned. Daisee left and I exhaled.

Daisee's into me, but I don't feel the same, we were both drunk when we fucked and it should've never occurred.

I see her as a friend, I like her as a friend.

It was a mistake.