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Chapter 39- I Want, I Take🤷🏽‍♂️

Makyah

"...Girl, you are ridiculous. But, I think I might end up leaving Saucy though."

I'd just gotten out of the shower, my main focus after was to get myself fed. I was absolutely starving.

"Word? Thought you was with the extra dough?" She asked.

I nodded even though I knew she was occupied going over contracts from work. "I am, but I mean the office basically got me up to full time hours and you know how Saucy is." I shook my head, tsking as I pulled some marinated meat from the fridge.

She glanced up, "Yea, I hear yo— wait, you cooking?" My phone had been propped up on the island facing the sink as I grabbed everything I needed to get started on dinner.

"Yea."

Without even missing a beat, I could hear the rustling of papers. "I'm on my way." When I'd finally, taken a look at my phone, she was hopping on one leg trying to get her Uggs on.

I laughed. "Don't you gotta get them contracts done and get the facts of the case?.."

"Shit, they coming with me and I might swing to Mani, if she ain't already sleep," she shrugged at the last part, uncertainty exhumed from her posture.

"Too late," I started. I had gloves on as I overturned the meat into an aluminum pan for baking. "She probably knocked cold. That new location got her bent outta shape."

Scoffing in disappointment, Cedes rolled her eyes. "They really do, she been working her ass off crazy. Maybe next week she'll have time, but I need to eat now."

As she readied herself to come by my place, she stayed on FaceTime with me.

Shortly, after I'd been able to put the Mac and cheese in the oven, the doorbell rang. As late as it was, I glanced at my phone, making sure that Cedes was still in her car driving.

"Who's that?" I shrugged. "Ain't it too late for people to be knocking on doors?"

"It sure is, but I'm boutta go check." I sat my phone back down, getting up and cautiously walking towards the door.

"Who is it?" I asked, putting a base to my voice. "Baby, it's me." On cue, my eyes rolled back religiously.

Yanking the door open, "Malik, the fuck is you doing here?" Overlooking the dreadfull man bun on top of his head and his attractive features, faithfully, a grim look was all I gave him.

"I know I fucked up, but baby I miss you."

The cackle that left my throat as my head tilted back, didn't sound amused at all. "You serious?" I asked innocently.

But even with the look of despair that he wore, I didn't care. "Oh, you deadass." I scoffed. "Malik, get the fuck."

Sharply, I took a step back slamming the door shut in his face. Shit, he was lucky I didn't gut him like a fish and leave him hanging on the roof until he dried up.

I walked back to the kitchen, "Who was it?"

"Malik's ole begging ass."

"He. Did. Not—" The doorbell sounded again. I scoffed once more. It was beginning to look like I was just going to have to spell shit out for him.

This time I stuffed my phone in my back pocket as I headed for the door. Without asking who was it, I swung the door open.

"Ma—" But instead the words died before my lips could form them.

A sadistic looking grin was plastered on his handsomely dark features. "I been waiting and waiting on that call, ma."

I didn't say anything, "Anyway, nigga was feeling lonely tonight and I figured yo sexy ass could keep a nigga company."

Sense finally knocked back into me, "I'm not interested, good ni—" I'd been in the process of shutting the door, but he pushed his way in.