Page 54 of 10,000 Hours With A Rich Menace

“You do eat it, Mitchell… just a different way. Try something different, you may like it.” She coached, as she got closer to me.

I watched as she cut into the chicken and put it on her fork. “I don’t want this shit, Wonder.”

“Requirement, you have to try new things… even if you don’t like it. At least you tried it and can say that you did it.”

“Hurry this shit up, Wonder.”

She brought the fork to my mouth, and I tasted the chicken, wanting to throw up. “Don’t you spit it out, Mitchell.” I stared at her, and she laughed. “Chew it.”

I fucking refused because I felt like I was eating wet fucking chicken. “I’m about to spit this shit out.”

She reached her little hands up and put them on my face, smushing them so I could chew them. Usually some shit like that would have set me the fuck off, and it didn’t. Her sweet scent, like warm pistachio and vanilla calmed me.

While holding the food in my cheeks, I took her wrist and smelled it while looking in her eyes. “My name is Maverick, Wonder.”

She smiled. “Thank you for finally telling me… chew the food now and stop smelling my wrist.”

“You smell good, Wonder.”

“Chew the food.”

I kissed her wrist, and she blushed so hard I was sure she was about to float away. “Maverick, chew the food.”

“I told you my name, doesn’t mean you need to start using it.”

She smirked. “I’m going to be your wife, no? I think I should have the privilege of calling you by your actual name.”

She reached for the napkin and handed it to me. “Don’t make me do that shit again.”

I watched as she looked at me. “I promise I won’t… you tried it and didn’t like it. We’ll just become a household that dips our barbeque chicken.”

I tossed the napkin into the bag and kissed her wrist again, and she looked away. “Why you looking away from me?”

“You make me nervous.”

“Why?”

“I haven’t figured that out yet… fill you in when I find out?”

The conversation I had with Jeffie popped in my head and I silently groaned, knowing she needed to know. “Look forward to the debriefing.”

“Is this going to be a big wedding? Do I need to go on some starvation diet to lose weight… like fill me in because no one has said anything. Oh, and I need to get clothes from my place.”

“Wonder, you better not lose no fucking weight.”

She fixed the straps on her dress as I took in her full breast. They sat up on her chest without any bra, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. When I watched her from the doorway before making my presence known, I watched as she pinched her rolls and bickered with herself.

Wonder didn’t give me insecure, but there were things about herself that I could tell that bothered her. If she only knew how fucking sexy I thought those imperfections were when staring at her.

That dress on her, as flowy as it was, I could still see her curves. Her cute stubby toes that she had folded in front of me… all of that shit was beautiful to me.

“Well, the dress surely can’t be backless.”

Like she put her damn hands on my face, I put mine around her and squeezed her rolls and she snorted. “These are perfect. Actually.” I flipped her ass over my shoulder and bit her roll while she screamed out in laughter.

“Maverick… please, stop,” she begged while I tickled her, and bit the second one while she heaved, trying to catch her breath.

When I finally released her, she pulled my beard and fixed her dress. “That was uncalled for.”

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