Page 24 of Saved By A Small Town Country Boy
Looking over my shoulder, I tread down the hallway toward Khalif’s bedroom. Pushing the door in, I stepped onto the beige carpet. Simone’s slippers were still on the floor alongside the bed. I thought her stuff still being in here was a bit weird, but once I move in with him, he’d get all of her stuff out of here.
Stopping in front of the dresser, I grabbed one of his bottles of Armani cologne and opened it. Sticking it to my nostrils, I took a huge whiff from it.
“I can’t wait ’til you’re mine, Khalif,” I whispered.
“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of Khali’s voice. Her lil ass was supposed to still be in the kitchen, doing her homework.
Placing his cologne back on the dresser, I replied, “Nothing. I know you didn’t finish your homework that fast.”
“Your phone was ringing. See.” She lifted my phone up in the air. Closing the gap between us, I removed it from her grasp and saw that I had a couple missed calls from Ma and one from Khalif. It’s as if he knew I was in his room or something.
“Go finish your homework,” I told her and dialed Khalif back. Any other normal person would’ve called their mama since she’d already called twice, but the only thing on my mind right now was knowing if Khalif knew what I was up to. I hadn’t seen any cameras in his room or the hallway, but I wouldn’t put it past him if he’d hidden some somewhere. “Hey, is everything okay?” I asked soon as he picked up.
“Yeah, I was just letting you know that I’m on my way to the house. I wrapped up sooner than I thought.”
“Okay. Khali is working on her homework right now. She should be done soon.”
“A’ight. Be there soon,” he said, and the phone beeped in my ear.
I exited his bedroom and shut the door behind me. Stopping in the bathroom, I checked my appearance. The roots of my hair were puffing up from the heat and moisture. It didn’t look too bad though. I had on some jeans earlier, but when Khalif called me, I went and changed my entire outfit. This pink backless cocktail dress was a better fit for the occasion. Whenever I came around him, I tried to look my best for my man.
Reaching into my crossbody, I pulled out my lip gloss and rolled it across my lips. “You got this,” I coached myself in the mirror. My heart banged against my chest. Knowing that I’m about to finally make my feelings known to Khalif scared the shit out of me. I’m not sure how he’s gon’ feel about it, but it’s now or never. If I didn’t make it known how I felt, he’d never know, and I wouldn’t know if he felt the same way or not. I mean, why wouldn’t he though? I’m fine as hell, smart, and was sure I’d beable to please him however he wanted as long as he taught me everything I needed to know.
I exited the bathroom and went back into the kitchen, where Khali was sitting at the table. “I’m done!” She lifted her homework into the air.
“Okay. I’ll check it.” Removing it from her grip, I skimmed over her homework to make sure it was done correctly.
“I’m going to my room,” she said and bolted from the chair before I was even able to respond. She jetted out of here. I’m not sure why she was rushing to her bedroom, but maybe it’s a good thing. She’d be out the way when Khalif comes in.
I placed her homework back in her folder and then put it back into her bookbag. Trudging to the sofa, I took a seat on it and turned on the television. I should’ve gone in there and made him dinner. He’s been out working all day. I’m sure he doesn’t want to get home and have to cook dinner too.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m gon’ do.”
Getting up, I went back into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I saw some chicken thighs in there and found some potatoes and string beans. I’m no chef, but I can make this work. I washed the potatoes and chopped them up. According to TikTok, I can make a one-pan meal with this and place everything inside the oven and let it cook. All I have to do is make sure that everything is seasoned well.
Once I seasoned everything, I placed it into a glass pan and covered it with foil. I turned on the oven and put the pan inside. Going back to the couch, I sat down and scrolled Prime ’til I found a show to keep me occupied ’til Khalif came through the door. I was on the second episode ofHarlemwhen he finally walked through the door. Dinner was smelling good, and I was sure it was almost done. I’d gotten up and checked it a while ago, and it looked amazing. I’m not sure what it tastes like, but I hope it’s delicious enough to make him wanna wife me.
Jumping up from the couch, I turned and faced him. He stood in the kitchen by the stove with a box in his hand. Judging by the color of it, I can tell that he’d been to his mama’s restaurant before coming in. “Hey,” I softly spoke.
“Where’s Khali?” he asked and placed the box on the counter.
“In her room. She’s been in there all evening.” I stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Taking out the cheese, I went over to the oven and opened it.
“Brought her some pie.”
He exited the kitchen, and I took the pan out and drizzled cheese all over the potatoes. I placed the pan back into the oven so the cheese would melt. Khalif came back into the kitchen, and he was no longer wearing his cowboy hat.
“She was sleep. I’ll just have to give her the pie in the morning. Thank you for watching her.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a wad of cash. Peeling a couple hundreds off, he placed it on the counter.
“It was really no problem. I made y’all dinner too.”
Turning the oven off, I removed the pan from it and placed it on top of the stove.
“You really didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to. I like doing stuff for y’all.” I closed the gap between us. My heart rang in my ears. This was the moment I’ve been waiting for. Khalif lifted the foil on the pan and took a whiff of the food. “I figured that you’d be tired when you came in and wanted to look out for you.” My fingertips glided over his hand, and his head whipped in my direction.
“What the hell are you doing?”
