Page 2 of Her Pisces Allure
While I didn’t want to stay at Rome’s party, drooling over Quintyn as he moved around the room, I could have done without this emergency forcing me to leave. Melancholy settles within my bones the longer Ms. Gentry holds onto me, making me wish I had Quintyn to make me feel better once I leave the clinic.
Finally home!
The two words echo in my mind when I walk through the door of my condo while breathing in the lavender scent I attribute to either Ma or my sister, Devvon. I have been traveling to various states for the last two years, perfecting my culinary skills. Being a chef has afforded me opportunities I might not have if it weren’t for divine connections. One of those connections is my friend Sharif Tate who I met in culinary school. Sharif comes from a long line of successful chefs and is the person behind my extensive travel.
I have spent the last two years being a private chef for several extensions of Sharif’s family. Sharif comes from old money, and most of his family is wealthy. While Sharif chose to become achef, he didn’t work with anyone in his family because he said he didn’t want to mix business with personal. Hooking me up with his uncle in Atlanta, his cousin in Texas, another in Florida, and his brother in South Carolina was the biggest blessing I could have gotten. I spent six months with each of his family members, cooking everything under the sun while enhancing my expertise and broadening my horizons. However, I’m happy to be home so I can settle into a routine in my birthplace.
My love of cooking came from helping my maternal grandmother, Ruby. That woman didn’t believe in men sitting on their butts while their women slaved over a stove. Nana Ruby had me in the kitchen with her every time I spent the night at her house. She taught me how to cook and gave me an appreciation for the skill it takes to bring a dish to life. I will never be able to thank her enough for gifting me with many timeless recipes and priceless moments in her presence. Feeling vibration in my pocket, a frown slides in place at who could be calling me this late. It’s approaching three in the morning, and most people I know should be under the bed right now. Seeing the face and name flashing on my screen has me shaking my head before connecting the call.
“I should have known you would reach out to me first. Why aren’t you sleeping, beautiful?”
“I knew you were coming home, but I hadn’t heard from you yet, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. You know the Lord wakes me up at this time every morning. Did you just get in?” Nana Ruby’s sweet voice flows effortlessly through the receiver, filling my heart with merriment.
The downside to my intense travel has been being unable to see my family, especially Nana Ruby. I’m a certified master and executive chef, yet I still look forward to moments where I can bump elbows with the woman who has given me the blueprint for who I am in the kitchen.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Catching up with my best friend was a great time once he got past his frustrations with his sister’s whereabouts. Roman pulled up Fayth’s location every five minutes to see if she was still at work. The tightness around his eyes and his forehead wrinkles made me laugh because poor Fayth couldn’t be great with Roman underfoot. My other line clicks, and I hang my head because all I want to do is end this quick call with Nana, shower again, and climb into my bed. Pulling the phone from my ear, Roman’s name flashes on my screen, inciting a frown.
“Hold on a second, Nana. I?—”
“Go ahead, baby. I just wanted to hear your voice. Call me after you get some rest. I love you.”
“Love you more, beautiful.” When the incoming call vibrates against my ear, I answer to see what’s up with Roman. “Didn’t I just leave you not too long ago? What’s up?”
“Sunshine is gonna make me kick her ass. Why is she just leaving her clinic?” Roman rants, deepening my frown because Fayth’s ass lied to me.
Hearing that the reason Fayth left the party was to return to work causes my chest to tighten and my pulse to race. Learning that Fayth has been potentially alone for numerous hours spikes my blood pressure. Not to mention where my mind went upon seeing Fayth after several years of travel. Fayth’s growth and enhancing beauty in two short years has me considering things I shouldn’t have given her relationship with my best friend. The moment Fayth became a woman instead of a young girl, Roman told all his friends that she was off limits. Roman’s rule has always been stupid but seeing her tonight gives me pause for upholding said request.
I blame it on Fayth stepping into her grown woman glow up and forcing me to take notice of the beautiful woman she is. Hell, I have even adopted a different name by calling her a variationof her middle name. The more Fayth glows up, the more my mind wars with rocking the boat with her or honoring my boy’s wishes. The struggle is becoming extremely challenging for me because my attraction to Fayth has become hard to mask. Between Fayth’s honey-brown, blemish-free skin, golden brown, deep-set eyes, full kissable lips and her thick, voluptuous body, I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to resist Fayth’s lure.
“Bro, did you hear me?” Roman cuts into my thoughts about his fine-ass little sister.
“Yeah. I heard you. Slide me her number, and I’ll call to check on her. I’m sure she’s not gonna answer you knowing you’re gonna flip out on her.” Retaining my affability while talking to Roman is taking the strength of Job.
“Alright. I’m sending it now, but let Sunshine know that she’s lucky I’m expecting company in a bit, or I’d pull up to cuss her out with her hardheaded ass.”
“Don’t worry. I got it. Let me get to it so I can wash that club off me and go to bed.”
“Good lucking out, bro.”
When the line clicks, I clench the phone in my hand, waiting for Roman to text me Fayth’s phone number. Clenching my jaw, I work to control the increase in my body heat from knowing that anything could happen to Fayth while she’s working alone. The quick buzz of my phone has me expelling the air gathering in my lungs at seeing Roman’s texts.
Roman:
Tell her hardheaded ass not to ignore my call when I hit her up later. 380-526-2025.
Me:
Say less.
Inputting Fayth’s number in my phone, I hit the icon to dial her number, fighting the urge to crash out whenever the call connects. The desire intensifies when the ringing continues, causing my pressure to surge before dropping at the sound of Fayth’s melodic voice.
“Hello?”
“Worrying about you sends your brother into a fit of rage. Where are you?”
“Quin-Quintyn?” Fayth’s breathy tone confirming I’m the person on her line causes my dick to throb and twitch.
