Never in a million years

6

Tamera
I haven't heard from Rio in 3 days and I won't lie and say I haven't been worried or even a bit sad. In the back of my head I know that it is because I don't want him to disappear and leave again.

I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts that almost creep into my head. I distract myself by stirring the gravy in the pot on my stove. The food is all done, I saved the gravy for the white rice and mash potatoes for last.

I made semi big portions of food hoping to get a pop up from Rio and the giants he walks around with that I have started to grow fond of.

I know they love the home cooked meals. I would too if majority of my meals took all of five to ten minutes to receive or make. Fast food is not the same a home cooked meal. It is not made with the same love. Not the love I put into my meals.

I know Rio always loved when I cooked for him. He could swallow two plates in ten minutes. He always had a big appetite but I didn't mind. I loved cooking for him.

I slap my hand onto the counter top in frustration. Rio, Rio, Rio. That's all I keep thinking about. It is so sickening. What I need to do is focus on my life. I have a gala to be prepared for. The meeting with both the writers went well. They both are on board with being in the gala.

They will have their own sections to showcase their work. They of course are backed by my job and if all goes well it makes me as well the company look good. I am a bit excited to see how all my planning and hard work pays off.

I turn off the burner on the stove once the gravy is to my liking. I taste test it and my taste buds are doing a happy dance.

My phone starts to go off in the living room and I walk in to retrieve it. I don't recognize the number but I answer it anyway, my curiosity getting the best of me.

"Hello" I say into the phone. "Hey sweetheart, you making dinner for me?" A velvety smooth voice with a hint of rasp in it hits me and makes my ear drums vibrate. Rio.

"Rio?" Asking, even though I know it's him. "Yes" "nice to hear from you thought you were dead" I snap at him. He chuckles and I don't see what is so funny. "You miss me that much?" I am not playing this game with him.

"What do you want Rio? It has been three days with no contact and now you feel the need to call me" I hate that emotion is showing through my voice right now. I do not need him to think that I care what he does with is time.

"I was handling some business" he says trying to get me to understand like that's a good enough response. "Had to drop a body huh" I know I am being a bitch but I don't care. He needs to know that the popping in and out shit is not acceptable. I am not having that shit. Not if he wants my help.

"I'm outside" he completely ignores my comment and ends the call. I look down at myself forgetting how mad I am at the moment. I am in black nike sweatpants and a cream colored cami. My hair is an untamed mess sprawled all over my head. I consider running a comb or brush threw it but that gets shut down when I hear the doorbell chime.

I sigh at my appearance and use the scrunchie around my wrist to put my hair into a messy bun on top my head. It will have to do.

I open the door and am instantly greeted with the smell of this man. I can't put my finger on what the smell is but oozes off of him on contact. I ignore him as he steps into my house and focus on the two giants behind him.

I smile and embrace them both in a group hug. They laugh and squeeze me back cutting off my circulation but I could care less. Malik and Malcom are brothers. I have come to learn a little about them from their frequent pop ups with Rio. They are two years apart with Malcom being the oldest.