Page 31 of Feint

I turned my head and flinched. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek as he breathed fast and deep. I pushed firmer against him.

“K-Kordell, it’s just… I meant we could talk and figure it out… not this. I-I don’t think this will help much. Not when you’re so upset.”

I glanced up at him, and he shoved away from me, his eyes cold and dark as he turned from me and took a few steps away. I relaxed a bit, but then he turned and suddenly threw everything that was on the countertop next to him onto the floor, shattering cups and sending the shards into the living room.

“Oh my god! Kordell, what the hell!?” I yelled as I looked at the mess he’d just made.

He turned and stormed over to me, backing me into the wall, slamming a hand on either side of my head, trapping me. My breathing picked up. For a moment, I was a little worried he might hit me even, but all he did was stare at me.

“Clean. It. Up,” he got out through gritted teeth. “Then, you’re going to stay home while I go out and blow off this steam in another way since you won’t help. When I come back, you’d better be my girl and ready to do the things I want to do.”

He reached a hand down and stroked my cheek so gently, it was almost as if he hadn’t just used the same hand to throw things off the counter so violently.

I slowly nodded. I didn’t want to say anything in case it set him off again. I had never seen Kordell like this. I didn’t know what to do, so I stayed silent. That seemed like a solid option.

He nodded and walked over to the door, slamming it shut, and within a moment, I could hear his bike start up and peel out of the drive.

I let out a long breath of relief. And then walked carefully over to the mess. There was stuff everywhere. I grabbed the vacuum and started to get to work, being super careful to not step in any glass as I went. It took a little work, but thirty minutes later, I was satisfied it was all good again. I had to throw a few things away, but nothing really important.

I sat back down and tried to sort out what had exactly happened.

I thought Kordell would be back within an hour, but, no, he ended up rolling in three hours later. I looked over at him, tired again after the adrenaline had worn off, hoping he just wanted to go to bed. He jerked his head upstairs and went up. I sighed. I had hoped we could talk, but maybe this was better.

But when I got upstairs, Kordell had rolled into bed and was pretty much passed out. So, I scooted in bed next to him. He had sprayed more cologne on him, but as I fell asleep, I wondered if I smelled a different smell. Almost like the smell of perfume.

The next morning,Kordell was already out of the bed when I woke up. I saw the bathroom was all steamy on the mirror, so he must have taken a shower too. And by the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs, he was on to the next step, making something to eat.

I got out of bed and threw on a tank top and little booty PJ shorts. Making my way downstairs, I walked hesitantly over and sat at the kitchen island stool. Kordell was cooking a massivebreakfast on the stove. The works—eggs, bacon, potatoes, and pancakes. I was sooo hungry and didn’t realize it until my stomach growled SO DANG LOUD. He looked over his shoulder and threw me his normal sexy smile.

“Morning, mama. Got you some coffee right here.” He walked over and set my cup on the counter, which I took from him.

He leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back and looked at him questioningly. He was acting like nothing had happened yesterday, but I was not going to pretend nothing had happened. It wasn’t cool, what he had done, and I was still upset with him.

“Umm… so, are we going to talk about yesterday? Because that so wasn’t cool, Kordell.” I started looking at him, then back to my coffee cup.

He sighed and flipped a pancake. “Was hoping you would have forgotten about that,” he started. “But, yeah, I blew up. Shit was… well, fucking shit yesterday. And you weren’t very understanding of my needs, which pissed me off.”

He kept cooking, and I sat there, staring at him in disbelief.

“YOUR needs? Kordell, I do so much for you! But last night, you wouldn’t eventalkto me. How would I know what your needs were?! I’m not going to have sex with you when you’re upset! That’s not who I am.”

I fidgeted with my cup. I didn’t get how he was trying to flip this all on me like I had done something wrong. But that wasn’t going to fly with me.

“Mama, when shit goes down like that, I just need a release. I thought you would get that, being my girl. I needed you to make me feel better. But you pushed me away. I felt like you didn’t give a fuck about me, and it pissed me off. So, I reacted, and it wasn’t my best moment. But I wanna make up for it. How can we move on and forget it ever happened? Hmm,mamacita?”

He walked over and turned my chair. Stepping in between my legs, he stroked my cheek with his fingers, dragging them down to rest behind my neck, massaging me there.

Sometimes, he didn’t get it. Kordell did this avoiding tactic when I wanted to have a hard conversation. It was a little annoying, but like things usually did, this would blow over and be just fine in the end.

I sighed as his touch hit a tense spot and glanced up at him. “Last night was not cool. If you’re going to be that upset, please don’t come home,” I said as I looked at him.

He shrugged.

“I’m going to make sure nothing ever happens to upset me like that again, all right, little mama? Now, let’s eat, and today, let’s go out, I’ll take you for a date to make up for being an asshole?”

He gave me a smile and wiggled his eyebrows, and I rolled my eyes, but giggled at the same time.

“Okay, but for the record, this doesn’t fix everything! And I get to pick where we go!” I said as he walked back over to the food and started to dish some up.

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