What's There To Lose?

Chapter 5

I remove his hands "I done told you about trying to give orders to me." I say to him while pointing the spoon in his face.

He snatches it setting it on the stove. He turned the eye that the pasta was on off moving it to the back. Tae grabs me sitting me on the counter. And for a minute he just stared at me. Like he looked genuinely curious about whatever he was searching for within me.

"What man? Why you just staring at me? You gone say something say it." I cross my arms over my chest, cocking my head to the side.

Pulling me to the edge of the counter he smacks my thighs real hard making me yelp. I smack him upside the head softly. "Boy stop that shit hurt." I rub my thighs and then look up at him to see him already staring at me biting his lip.

It makes those knots in my stomach come back. "Tae..." I whisper trying to scoot back. "Stop looking at me like that." I say pulling on the ends of his shirt I'm wearing.

He moves in between my legs while grabbing my ass pulling me close to him. "Ma I haven't looked at you yet."

I gulp looking down at my fingers. I feel him move back a little to lift my head so I can look at him. 

"I would neva do anything you wouldn't want me to do ma. You don't have to be nervous. Although I should punish yo lil ass for hitting me in my fuckin face with a tray. I'm not. I'm gone let ya slide this time." He mugged me.

I laugh awkwardly while pushing him back, hopping off of the counter I head to the stove. "You hungry?" I mumble.

Deontae chuckles, "Ya you gone feed me?" he wraps his arms around me, sticking his face in my neck and inhaling. He groans and grips my waist. "Ya smell so good man." 

I clear my throat and move away from him going to the cabinets looking for some plates. All of this is making me nervous. I don't do this. What ever this is, all of it is foreign to me.

Deontae is 19 with a baby, I'm pretty sure he already knows what to do when it comes to pleasing someone. I don't want him to look at me any differently. Especially since I'm so inexperienced. 

I jump on the counter to grab some plates off of the top shelf. I hear him chuckle behind me. "Shut up Tae. I'm short and you decide to put the plates on the top shelf. Who the hell does that?" I say to him while hopping down to fix our plates. 

Tae sits at the bar watching me move around. He finally answers me after I set his plate in front of him. "My plates up high cause I'm the only one gettin plates ma. I'm 6'4. Almost everything in hea up high. Especially with JMan. He be trying to get in everything." He laughs while shaking his head.

I sit in front of him after fixing my plate. "Well you should bring stuff down lower so I can reach." 

He looks up from slurping the alfredo noodles, with his eyebrow cocked. "Oh ya plannin to be here a lot huh."

I blush from what he said. I hadn't even noticed I made the reference, but before I can try to save face I hear my phone ring on the counter. Rushing to get it before it stops I see that it's my mom. Sighing while answering, "yeah?"

"Where you at?" My mom says angrily. Looking at the time on my phone I see it's almost 430. Dang I didn't realize I been here that long.
Sitting back at the table, " what's up ma, You need something?" Deontae looks up at me and squint. Rolling my eyes at him I go back to my mom obviously going off. "So you just gone not answer my question? Where the hell you at, you didn't get off the bus."

"Ma I'll be home in a little while I'm safe. Stop acting like you care man dang. Go to work or wherever you be at." I sit back and push my plate away no longer having an appetite.