Drizzled (BWWM)

Obsession

Above is how I imagine Blake. In my head he has less facial hair but you're free to imagine him however.

Blake

My sister's wedding was slowly taking over the family like a sickness. My mother was worked up constantly and my father was shelling out a fortune for her sham wedding. I was blissfully kept out of the affairs but when my mother mentioned a bakery I couldn't resist.

I've loved sweets all my life and after years without them in the army, I couldn't resists the trip to Brown Sugar. What I hadn't expected to find was something sweeter, a young woman whose face I could barely see over her book. The closer I got though, the more of her face I could see.

She was light in complexion with a smattering of freckles on her nose. She held her pink lips between her teeth in concentration, just looking at their pinkness made me think about kissing her. Brown curls fell around her face out of her bun and I knew I wanted her at any cost. She didn't look like any woman I had ever met and definitely nothing like the usual southern debutantes looking for money.

Much to my disappointment she didn't even notice me when I got to the counter. I tried to make small talk about the book she was reading but she brushed me off with a short and obvious answer and she made me want her even more. It was clear that Addy wasn't the type to play games. I could tell she was going to need me to be direct so I got to the point.

"Well my mother and sister are already being helped... but," I leaned in and watched her cool composure falter, "Addy if you would let me see you again I'd consider myself a very satisfied customer." She shook her head.

"That wouldn't be appropriate. I'm sorry but if you aren't going to buy something, I'm afraid I can't help you," I watched Addy's eyes harden with her resolve, ignore me and go back to her book.

"Blake, I need you to pick out something for the bachelor party. I have no idea where to start!" I looked at my mother convinced that whatever the doctors were prescribing housewives these days did too much for their energy. I looked back at Addy but she didn't even look up.

Why did that make me even hotter for her?

Addy

"You better not be thinking about doing anythin' with that boy," mama was mixing the batter for the cornbread. She had this worried look on her face as she added more corn mix.

"I told him I wasn't interested. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll come to his senses when he realizes I'm black," mama stopped mixing and looked up at me.

"You should have told him right away. Addy I know that men always want tah get a look atcha but white men they takes what they wants. Look at this house, Mrs. Greenfield is mighty nice tah let us stay here while I manage her bakery. The Lawd had blessed us so don't start stirring up trouble. Get him outcha head girl!"

She returned to the stove. Mama was asked by Mrs. Greenfield to manage a bakery she had inherited from her dead husband. That was when my mother moved out of the role of mammy and became a businesswoman. Sure Mrs. Greenfield was on the all the paperwork but she trusted mama to make good decisions for the bakery. Everyone in town employees mama to bake for their functions and we've never had a complaint. We were blessed.

I was proud because she got the chance to do something most black women didn't, work as something other than an entertainer or a maid. I wanted to listen to her I really did but I couldn't keep the man out of my head.

Blake

"You look distracted," I looked up to see my father walking into the living room with his nightcap in hand.