Page 17 of Her Pisces Allure
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It took me another two days to sort through the haze of Nana Ruby’s words of remembrance concerning Fayth. I’m not sure how I had forgotten about what I said, but damn if I didn’t mean every word. What’s wild is that I didn’t do anything to activatewhere Fayth and I are now. All I did was step in to shield Fayth from another instance of dealing with the overbearing ways of her brother. One smile from Fayth can have me moving mountains for her, but it pales in comparison to feeling her clench around me or having her in my arms.
Having an inside hook up with the owner of your job is hopefully gonna remove any remaining distance between me and my lady. I miss her laughter, bright eyes when looking at me, and gentle caress while lying in my arms. Hell, I miss everything about Fayth, so I have to fix us or risk the irregularity within the cadence of my heart. Tonight is about total reconciliation and showing Fayth I want more than her body. This will be the first time Fayth gets to enjoy my culinary skills from a solo perspective. While most believe food to be the way to a man’s heart, I’m praying that Fayth feels the totality of my appreciation and love with every bite she takes.
“Alright, Q, baby. I’m trusting that when I walk through these doors tomorrow, I won’t smell anything but whatever cleaning agent you used to clean up after your little date,” Janae says.
A low chuckle escapes my mouth when I see the shaky and nervous expression shining in Janae’s eyes.
“No worries, boss lady. Only teenage boys fuck in random places. My lady will never have to blush when the two of you meet after squirting on your fine dinnerware or tablecloths. Have a good night.”
“Ew. I don’t need that visual. Bye.” Throwing her hand up, Janae walks out of the kitchen, causing me to laugh at her quickly retreating back.
After confirming Fayth’s impending arrival, I continue preparing our meal for the evening. I’m in my element and the fragrances billowing around the kitchen has warmth spreading across my chest. Cooking is the one thing I can do well, so the romantic dinner for Fayth seems fitting after her request. Theplan is to feed Fayth before diving into a conversation about how to move forward. If telling Roman about the two of us will ease Fayth’s torment and fears, then it’s time for me to strap on my boots and get it done.
Losing Fayth isn’t an option I’m willing to consider. I just hope that coming clean doesn’t cause me to lose my best friend. I also pray that Roman’s territorial ass doesn’t react violently because in no way will I become his punching bag. I ain’t ever gonna be that mature, so prayerfully, cooler heads will prevail, and Roman will be understanding. Damn. I hope the potential blowup doesn’t cause Fayth to run again.
Me:
I’m here.
An empty feelingin my stomach and quivering muscles has my eyes glued to the front entrance of Adoring Pearl’s Steakhouse. Getting Quintyn’s text caught me off guard because of our disagreement and the wall I had thrown up. My feelings have been hurt over Quintyn’s nonchalant dismissal of my concerns, and I’ve been festering in my melancholy. Partly because Scott has been haunting me with cryptic memories in the silence between Quintyn and me. If I can shake Scott’s voice whilecalling me a crybaby who deserves to be alone, I could possibly look past Quintyn’s words.
Yet, the cruelty of my past and the harshness I’ve dealt with from my father had me snapping at Quintyn. With Quintyn attempting to wave the white flag by inviting me here, I had to force a mental shake down to get myself together. Sending Scott’s vile words back to the deep recesses of my mind is necessary for my progression and happiness. I refuse to believe that nothing good will come to me where love is concerned. I have to put on my big girl panties and get ready to fight for my man if that’s what it comes to. Although fighting with Rome will be a feat I’m unsure I’m prepared for, I love my big brother. I just want him to relax his double standard.
“Shit!” Jumping at the knock on my window, a smile graces my lips at seeing Quintyn standing outside my vehicle.
Unlocking the door, I place my hand in Quintyn’s when he assists me in exiting the vehicle. The electric jolt shooting from my palm to my shoulder has my eyes blinking lazily. The woodsy and citrus fragrance tickling my nose from Quintyn’s cologne has me desperate to put my nose in his neck to get a deeper whiff.
“Damn. You’re so fucking beautiful, Lay. Where the hell have you been dressed like this?”
Looking down at my attire, a cheesy grin and heat from my face at Quintyn’s words told me that going home to change was a great idea. Freshening up within an hour had me feeling like a ho in a motel bathroom in post-coital bliss. Yet, the lust and desire shining in Quintyn’s eyes make it all worth it. The first thing I grabbed was the red bodycon dress with my curves on display, a short jean jacket, and matching red open-toe wedges upon arriving home.
“I’m coming from home.” I shrug before stepping into Quintyn’s space, hoping he’ll wrap me in his embrace without question.
“Oh, I see you missed a nigga.” Wrapping his arms around my body, I exhale and close my eyes when Quintyn’s body heat fills me with warmth and comfort.
“I love you, Quintyn, and I’m sorry.” My declaration nearly has me breaking into tears, but I suck up my emotions.
Lifting my head, Quintyn stares lovingly into my eyes before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
“I love you too, Lay. No matter how much your sensitive ass tries to throw up roadblocks. I’m in this with you no matter what opposition we face.”
A lone tear slides from the corner of my left eye and Quintyn catches it before it falls, kissing me twice before taking my hand and leading me into the restaurant. My feet are weightless, tingles surge from my chest and spread outward, and spots dance within my vision when I enter the restaurant lobby with soft jazz playing. The fact that Quintyn knows how much I enjoy this genre of music has my mind emptied of all concerns and worries. For tonight, I’m simply gonna enjoy time with my man.
“Oh my God, Quintyn!” Seeing a table set up with candles glowing in the middle of the floor causes my steps to slow to a crawl.
“I figured it was time for a romantic evening to get us back on track. This is just the beginning.”
My eyes glisten with unshed tears as I take in the table set for two with a beautiful flower arrangement sitting to the left of the place settings.
“Come on, my little crybaby. Have a seat. I’ll go grab our first course.” Quintyn chuckles before releasing my hand to pull out the chair.
Sitting, I shift in my seat as my chest expands with warmth, and I mentally thank God for this moment. It’s been way too long since I have been able to enjoy a romantic dinner or dinner period with someone I’m dating. I’ve been single for the last three years, taking myself on dates or enjoying quiet nights alone. However, the times Quintyn and I have spent together have been some of the best times of my dating history. Mainly because Quintyn is the one man I have always wanted to be with.
“Sit tight. I’ll be right back,” Quintyn tells me before heading toward the kitchen, leaving me to enjoy the horns and trumpets echoing around the room.
“Oh my goodness. This is so good.” It’s taking every ounce of home training not to lick my fingers and do a jiggle.
