Page 94 of Anything Necessary for Her
“It’s cool. You forgot I’m rich, unless chicken done skyrocketed in price and I ain’t know.”
“Shut up, smart ass. And who is gonna cook all that food again? Not me.” I lifted my brows in jest, focusing my attention on the TV since I knew he was watching me.
“You.”
“Sike. I have things to do.”
“Aight, well, Gaia cook good enough—” He blocked my hits with his heavy pillow, interrupting his own stupid ass statement. “You know I’m fucking with you. That girl ain’t never been to myhouse, and I wouldn’t eat shit shehandedme let alone cooked for a nigga.”
“Why not? You’ll fuck her but not eat her food?”
“That’s right.” He licked his lips, glancing toward the TV for a beat before returning his eyes to mine. He was shirtless and in a pair of boxers, basketball shorts, and socks, looking good enough to eat. His body was so chiseled, garnished with plenty of tattoos on his brown skin. His fade was always the perfect length, just like his beard.
“I’d do the opposite if I were a man. I’d rather eat her food than sleep with her.”
“It’s obvious you ain’t no fucking man with that thought. But I feel like eating a woman’s food will make you attached to her ass in some way.”
“Like voodoo?”
“Yeah.” He grinned at me. “But without the actual spells and shit. When women start cooking for you and shit, they get the impression that you theirs. I knew a nigga who barely fucked with this one bitch, but that ho could cook, and now they married with five crusty ass kids.” We broke out into laughter. “I was fifteen at the time, but I never forgot that shit, so I don’t know, but I just never let a woman feed me who I didn’t fuck with like that. Just like how I refuse to fuck raw, in missionary, or raw dog during missionary.”
“Until me, you mean.”
“Told you, you got a lot of my firsts too, Peep.”
I smiled, thinking on his crazy logic. “So you don’t wanna be roped into a relationship with a girl you don’t like by raw, missionary sex and good food.” I was still giggling at the pure honesty in Low’s eyes.
“The first one is because I didn’t want a woman I ain’t fuck with heavy having my baby. Not to mention, a lot of these females is on some nasty shit. Far as the food, shit soundsridiculous, but hell yeah. Especially if her food as good as yours was tonight. I’m a nigga, so it ain’t much I won’t put away when I’m hungry, but that shit tonight was fire. Wyatt pickier, and he smashed that shit, so that says a lot.”
“My mom always let me help her cook. She told me that was one thing she hated about having all sons—all they wanted to do was eat. She had a rule that they couldn’t come in the kitchen while she cooked, but then when I came, I was like her little helper. I was frying salmon croquettes at six.” We chortled.
He stared at me then asked, “Not that I give a fuck, but what you do for money?”
We shared another laugh before I answered. “I get an allowance from my parents every month—twenty-five grand. They told me not to work and just focus on getting my bachelor’s and excelling in ballet. Then they gave me extra and my townhouse because I pretty much got A’s my whole college career. Sounds spoiled, huh?”
“Nah.” He shook his head, surprising me. “For one, yo’ pops is rich as fuck and so is your mother. I know they ain’t make all that money just to force you to struggle. That’s some backwards shit. Secondly, you be on yo’ shit. You ain’t like a lot of these rich ass offspring that fuck off and blow racks for no reason. I fuck with the fact that they let you focus and pay your way. That’s how them white folks do it, and that’s why they got generational wealth.”
I bobbed my head, realizing Low would forever do things to make me like him . . . love him more.
“My mom said she didn’t have that luxury, so she wanted that for me.”
“I hope you pass that shit down.”
“Of course. Our kids will be good.” I winked at him, noticing how he tried not to smirk but failed.
“I would definitely be on that type of time if I had kids.”
“How is the barbecue spot coming?”
“Huh?”
“Huh? Negro, you heard me. Where are we at on that?”
“We, huh?” He laughed, looking off momentarily. “Weat the beginning stages.”
“Willow.” I turned toward him more. “I thought you said you needed more places to clean your money.”
“I do.” He lay on his back, hands behind his head, so I straddled him. “You know I can’t think like that.”
