What's Your Name?

Chapter 13: Soggy Meat

"Bullshit!" Frank yelled, his voice ringing through the house. "You don't love me. While I'm out making money to pay for your stupid ass education, you're probably out fucking other men!"

"Frank. Don't think I haven't noticed," My tone is a sweet poison, and my only goal is to make him angrier. "I know you have the security detail on me every time I leave the house. Even so, I don't have time to cheat because I'm too busy spoiling your ass."

"Me? You're spoiling me?" He paced across the room, holding his head in his hands, mumbling to himself.

Oh, this is fun. I wonder what flower arrangements are going to be sent to my funeral.

"I love an argument as much as the next guy, but I have money to go make. I'll be home before ten." He hovered over me and his hard-shelled exterior melted away into nothingness. He smelled of vanilla beans and coffee. I grabbed his arms as they stretched around me and accepted his kiss. "I'll see you later baby, yeah?"

"Don't get shot...I haven't learned how to take out an insurance plan on you yet."

"Yeah, real funny. And people say I'm the dick." Frank grabs his jacket off the hook and jiggles his keys. "Cinnamon rolls?"

I nod my head and return to my book. I sat in silence for a few more minutes in order to finish the book I was reading, but I found the silence deafening.

"Okay, time to go do something productive."

I got up, only to sit back down.

There was nothing to do.

Every waiting need I possessed was taken care of by the house staff or Frank wanted to do it. Frank had left something in the slow cooker but said he wouldn't be done until about midnight. The staff he employed would clean the house twice a day, and since it was only two of us it wasn't like we made that much of a mess.

"Fuck it. Imma cook something."

I go into the kitchen and begin to take out all things needed for a meal I saw on Facebook.

As I checked the recipe, I received a notification on Messenger.

"I hope it's not Aunt Wanda. Her and these damn 'send a rose to each' bitch I swear to...oh."

I checked the message and lightly gasped. He was joking. He had to be.

Rud Pimmit: When can I see you?

Oh no. He couldn't be here. In California?

Me: Only if you're in the city

Rud Pimmit: 💬

That's not good. He's typing.

On the side of me, a small fire began in the pan. That pan may very well be a metaphor for myself.

"Please god. Don't let this man be in Cali. Let him be in redneck country or something. I'm begging you."

Rud Pimmit: I'm actually in vacation out here...

Me: so why did you lie earlier?

Rud Pimmit: Earlier?

Me: the phone call...don't play dumb 🙆🏾‍♀️🙅🏽‍♀️

Rud Pimmit: Can I see you or not

Me: you realllly think you can swerve the conversation like that??? 🤔

Rud Pimmit: I think you spelled your address wrong

I honestly couldn't believe it. Here I was, thinking I had gotten rid of this man and our weird relationship, and here I was, texting him my address.