So my alarm just went off, reminding me that it’s 8:30 am this Sunday morning. I got up connecting my phone to my surround sound stereo system via Bluetooth and decided to listen to Deitrick Haddon’s radio on iHeart Radio to give my respects to God. Throwing off my clothes I decided on taking a nice steamy shower. Once all my morning duties were done I put on my DuckHead khakis and a black v-neck polo shirt.
Seeing that the clock said it was 9am I decided to go ahead and feed my baby and poured her water and kibbles in water in her bowls. For myself, I fried some bacon and poured a big bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. When we were done eating I decided to take Karma for a walk around the block so she could handle her business. When we got back I noticed that it was time for me to leave for work, so I made sure Karma had enough water, locked up, and left.
I arrived at five minutes to ten and called Deondre and as the phone was ringing I heard the door opening. ‘Lawd please help me not sin on this beautiful Sunday standing in front of me in just basketball shorts looking tired is Deondre. His tattoos and chiseled chest screaming t be touched in all its glory. I quickly regained my composure as I remembered that this man is my boss and a not my prospectable lover.
“Morning” he said as he closed the door
“Morning, sir. I was wondering if laundry cleaning was also one of my responsibilities ?”
“Yea. The laundry room is upstairs last room on your left.”
“Alright I’ll get started on that today sir.” I started to make my way upstairs when he grabbed my arm stopping me.
“You know, I’d rather not be called sir. Just call me my name no Mr.s and no sirs. Okay?”
“Alright Deondre” I tried to walk away again and noticed he still had my arm and turned to him again.
“I’ll be downstairs at the bar lounge if you need anything.”
“You finna go downstairs and drink on an empty stomach?”
“I guess”
“Do you prefer bacon or sausage and eggs?”
“Huh?” he looked at me like where the hell did that question come from
“Sausage it is then”
This shit is not about to fly. Crissa LaShay Jones is not about to be caught up in this big ass house alone with a drunk, tall, and built grown ass man. Not to mention that I barely know him, let alone how he acts when he’s drunk so I decided to cook him breakfast.
I figured a man of his physique could devour some food so I fixed 3 waffles, 4 sausage patties, 2 eggs, and coffee. When I got done I went downstairs to tell Deondre he can eat. As I'm going down the stairs I see this man sitting on the couch with a half empty bottle of Jack in his hand watching Juice. I walked besides him
“Deondre did you drink all that?” He looked at me then back to the movie.
“Your food is ready” once I said that I left since rudeness is not one of the things I tolerate very well.
I went back to the kitchen and cleaned the dishes I used to cook on as I waited for Deondre to emerge from the stars. Once I was done he finally entered the kitchen. As I saw that he was putting food on his plate I started to leave.
“I’m going to start the laundry now.” I announced as I backed away
“Eat with me”
“I already ate.” I replied
“How am I supposed to trust that you didn’t put anything extra in my food if you don't eat none?”
I couldn’t say anything back to that so I grabbed a plate seeing e left a waffle and 2 sausages for me. I got the food and sat two seats down from him at the bar. I poured syrup on my food and started eating.
