The Craziest Of Them All

XV

“So are any of you handsome fellas gonna show me the way to the kitchen?” I ask flirtatiously at the group of guys standing at the foot of the stairs. A large smile plastered on my face. “My stomach is about to eat itself out.” Right on time, the sound of my stomach grumbling resonates throughout the foyer.

“I do love a girl that can eat.” One of the guys says. He is the typical tall, dark and handsome. His chocolate brown skin is so vibrant, which just tells me that he takes good care of himself. His hair has a neat fade on the sides of his scalp. His angular face beautifully frames his facial features and the smile that is hanging loosely on his lips…let’s just say that if I wasn’t wearing any pants, my underwear would have already dropped to the floor. I like what I see. “Come on down gorgeous and I will lead you to the kitchen.” He says, holding his arm out for me to take.

Shit! This nigga is out for my heart! Full of excitement, I skip down the few step and energetically cling onto Mr Sweet Talker’s arm. I have a stupid grin as we walk arm in arm out of the foyer and through the formal living room, headed to the kitchen.

“So what is your name Casanova?” I ask, while trying to inconspicuously catch whiffs of his cologne. He smells like pure masculinity and I’m loving it. “You can call me Travis sweetheart.”

“You better be careful with all that name calling,” I say while giggling like a maniac. “You might just wake up to find out that we are married.” At my words, Travis bursts out laughing. His manly laugh vibrating through the extravagant walls of the formal living room. He thinks I’m joking…I’m not.

“I like you.” He says when his laughing fit ends. As he says this we step into an amazing kitchen. The kitchen is every chef’s wet dream, with its top of the line stainless steel appliances, marble counters and white cabinetry. What catches my eye though is the array of delectables that are on the counters.

“I think I’m in love.” I announce as I slowly, almost carefully, walk to the display of red velvet cupcakes that are set up on a stand, covered by a crystal clear glass cover. Lifting the lid, I reach out for one of the vibrant red coloured mini cakes. Within a second, the whole cupcake is devoured. I literally vacuumed the whole thing down my throat. Without a second thought, I reach out for my second one. It meets the same fate as the first one.

“Damn girl.” I hear from behind me. I turn around to find Travis staring at me with wide eyes. “What?” I begin to defend myself, “They’re delicious and a girl can never have too many cupcakes.” I end off smugly.

“Thank you for the compliment; they are my mother’s recipe.” Someone says from the entrance of the kitchen. I squint my eyes, in an effort to get a good look at whoever is talking. It only takes me a short while to recognize the man at the doorway. “Ronin?!? Is thatchu?” 

Mr Extra Small/Ronin’s does a double take as he finally realises who I am. “Crazy girl?” he walks closer to me, “How are you still alive? I was sure you’d be dead by now.” He is genuinely surprised to see me alive and kicking. What the hell did he think was going to happen to me?

“I was this close,” I bring my thumb and forefinger closely together till there is a miniscule space in between them, “to getting my ass shot and getting killed. I have brushed hands with death my friend.” I say with a proud expression on my face. I mean who wouldn’t be proud, I escaped a dingy basement just to get thrown into the clutches of a trigger happy assassin, but I still survived.  I then tried to escape, though I failed miserably, I still managed to come out of Demon’s wrath unscathed. And then when professionally trained killers tried to take us out, I still went out of that apartment breathing. I am so fuckin proud of myself.

“Well I’m glad you still alive.” Ronin says out shyly. As soon as the words leave his mouth, his face instantly becomes red. He is too cute for his own good. Unable to help myself, I walk over to him and engulf in a warm hug. A big sisterly love washes over me, causing me to squeeze him closer to my body. Our hug is broken up when Travis comes to separate us, I completely forgot that he was also in the room.