Page 9 of Sparks Will Fly

Ignoring Aisley and whatever she was saying, I made my way over there. Bending down to peer into the window, I found Trouble fast asleep in the front seat. Her mouth was wide open, and I could bet money she was in that bitch snoring. I guess being a menace was tiring after all. I stroked the hair on my chin as I debated on how I should handle this.

On the one hand, it would be best to wake her up and send her on her way. She’d made it her mission to spend her day smearing my business in the worst way. Yet, a part of me couldn’t deny how at peace she looked when she was sleeping. I made my decision in a split second.

Turning to Aisley, I gave her an order. “Call Big Ned and have him tow this car to my house.”

She nearly choked, trying to get her question out. “Your house?”

“Did I stutter?”

She shook her head adamantly. “I mean no, but why would you do that?”

I returned my attention to my phone and placed a second order for a steak dinner.

“That’s not your business. Just do what I asked, and go home for the evening.”

She nibbled on her bottom lip, wanting desperately to say more, but I didn’t allow it. Folding my arms over my chest, I leaned against the side of her car waiting for Big Ned to come pick her up. I decided to use the downtime while I waited to take a deep dive into the things she was saying online about me. After the first post, I locked the phone. Her heart was in the right place, but she was going about this the wrong way. A simple search on my business would show her the truth, but she was adamant on trusting herself. Obviously, her judgments weren’t worth shit because she was so far from the truth.

Thankfully, Big Ned was in the area, so I only ended up waiting about ten minutes. She hadn’t stirred inside her car once, and I had a feeling she wouldn’t for a while. She was obviously exhausted. Since I respected the grind, I was going to allow her to sleep as long as she wanted to.

Once he had her hooked up and they were pulling away, I walked to the open door of my blacked out Eskimo truck.

“To Aria’s,” I instructed Austin. That steak dinner was calling my name in an alluring voice.

The entire drive my mind kept drifting to the midget with the fiery hair. It was time we had a real conversation, and I nipped her little tantrum in the bud. I wasn’t even sure if she knew there was another buyer, and they were the ones she needed to worry about. I could already taste the sweetness of her apology. The wordsI’m sorrywere going to look so good rolling off her tongue.

Austin dropped me off in front of the house. I debated on what I should do with Lovie who was still fast asleep in her car. Either she was tired or slept harder than a bear in hibernation for fun. I was such a light sleeper there was no way I could sleep through my car being towed. I opted for placing a note on the door instructing her to come inside whenever she stirred.

Going inside, I kicked off my shoes by the door before venturing deeper into my four-bedroom home. It was fully equipped with a gym, movie room, and spa on my basement level. On the top floors were three guest bedrooms and two full baths. My master suite was on the ground floor along with my home office I loved to work out of on slow, rainy days where traveling into the city didn’t seem necessary.

Most nights, I didn’t mind getting into the kitchen to whip something up. Tonight wasn’t one of them, and my mouth was nearly watering for my steak dinner. I decided to take a shower to unwind first before indulging. That dinner was likely going to put me straight into a coma coupled with the fat blunt I was going to roll.

Heading into my bedroom, I stripped out of my clothing then dumped them in my dirty clothes hamper. The heated floors in my bathroom kept my feet cozy as I waited for the shower to auto-adjust to my desired temperature. Like most things in my home, it was customized to my needs thanks to the technology of an up-and-coming programmer named Gorgeous, something I never had growing up in a bug-infested home.

I allowed the water to cascade down my body in hopes it’d wipe away the memories attempting to tear my mental apart. There was enough weight on my shoulders from my past without having to relive the worst days of my life again. If being abandoned by a cracked-out mother taught me nothing else, it was to look out for myself. I was the only one capable of taking care of my needs and when it came to them I didn’t half step.

After my shower, I briskly walked about my room settling down for the night. I opted to wear a pair of pajama pants while I lounged around. I couldn’t get to the kitchen fast enough to warm up my food. A quick cycle in the oven had everything heated perfectly again and ready to fill me up.

I sat at my bar, reached for the remote on the counter, and turned on the TV mounted on the left wall. ESPN was the first channel to pop up, and I left it there to get a recap on my favorite sports. Out of them all, I loved baseball the most. It was so underrated just like me. I ditched my plate momentarily to grab a can of Cheerwine from the refrigerator. I was typically a clean-eating person, but soda was my weakness. I had to have one with every meal.

After I was stuffed, I migrated to the living room. Kicking my feet up, I went to the BET Plus app to get caught up onZatima. I went into my ottoman for my rolling tray, stash of weed, and papers. When my joint was as thick as I wanted and I released a thick cloud of smoke into the air, I sank deeper into the couch.

I didn’t move from where I sat when I heard the front door open not too long after I sparked up. The camera alert on my phone already showed me you know who was awake. The crease in the middle of her forehead, when she appeared, said she was on straight bullshit.

“Where the fuck am I, and how did I get here?” she fumed in the entryway.

The weed had me thinking only of her fiery hair and shapely body. She had the perfect amount of ass and titties. It was enough to hold on to while I took her on the ride of her life.

“Uh, hello! I know you hear me.”

I snickered seeing the vein in her forehead pulse to life.

“You got me fucked up. Nigga, you know this is kidnapping right?”

I shrugged. “Maybe, or did I remove you from private property for trespassing?”

I took another pull from my blunt before extending it to her.

“You smoke?”

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