Daddy Material

Mysterious Stains

"You hate gender reveal parties," Zenobia said. Oh, my dear baby sister, you knew me so well. "I had to keep you from slapping Zahir and Jasmine when they decided to have a gender reveal party."

I sighed and leaned against the counter, my head on my hand. "It was the only way to get Quanetta out my apartment so I could go to bed. So, will you do the cake?"

"Did you really think I was gonna let anyone else do it?" she asked as she piped a rosette on the giant white cake sitting on the counter. "What would I look like if my sister was going to my competitors for a cake? These bakers are already disrespectful as hell as it is, but if that happened? They'd throw it in my face until I died."

Zenobia was a pastry chef. She had been baking since she could use the oven and now she owned a cute little bakery downtown. It really was helpful when we had events and needed some confectionaries. She got her business out there and we got severely discounted baked goods.

I reached over and pulled the cake scrap bowl towards me. "The baby wants it, not me," I said when I saw her look at me crazy. It wasn't like she was going to use them anyway, so why waste it? "You still need that buttercream?" She sighed and pushed the bowl over to me. "Thanks Sis."

Zenobia shook her head at me, but she knew she loved me. "So how's life with Prince Charming? He break that back in yet?"

"Bitch," I groaned. "Remember how Jasmine was with Zahir when she was pregnant?"

"Mmhmm, put that nasty stain in Mama's couch," Zenobia said. That was a story for another time, but the gist of it was Jasmine stayed horny throughout her pregnancy. Almost all of us walked in on them on separate occasions.

"Same thing with me. I was already horny the first trimester, but it's like kicked up a notch now," I told her.

"So did Seungwoo help you or not?" she asked. I put a cake scrap dipped in buttercream into my mouth. Oh, she made caramel cake. Praise. The moist caramel goodness was like heaven in my mouth. This was the kind of cake I was gonna have at my wedding, it's so good. "Girl!"

Maybe it wasn't the best time to stuff my mouth. "Sorry. No he has not done anything yet. But let me tell you the shit that he did." I took a breath and ate another piece of cake before I started.

"Dude comes home drunk one night, like I need help to walk drunk. I'm taking him to his room so he can sleep and just talking, you know how drunk Seungwoo is. He starts going on about how beautiful and smart I am, the regular nonsense, and then he tells me he called his sister about me."

"Why?"

"In his words, I was being clingy," I told her and she gasped, stopping as she was about to place an edible pearl along the edge.

Yeah, I never forgot about that little tidbit he shared with me. I was clingy? Excuse a bitch if she just wants a little physical touch from time to time. I was gonna keep that in mind and wait for the day when that asshole came needing some love and physical affection. "That's not all. Guess what she told him to do to stop my clinginess." I put air quoted around "clinginess" because I am not clingy.

"What did she say?"

"He needs to have sex with me."

Zenobia just about shrieked and threw her hands up, stepping away from the cake she was working on. It was probably a good thing because she would have toppled that thing with just the force of the wind from her hands. "I can't. I can't. She said that?" I nodded. "That's basically a pity fuck."

"Right!?" I roared. She got it, she understood it just fine. It doesn't matter how much I like you or want to sleep with you. YOU DON'T THROW ME A PITY FUCK! "You call me clingy and then say I need a pity fuck? Oh, his ass is grass."