Page 36 of Legend's Legacy
Legacy
SIX WEEKS LATER
Spending the night at my place every other weekend had become a routine for us. On the weekends that he had Kayson, I would go and spend one day with them, usually on Saturday afternoons. But that only happened every other visit, because it was important to him and me that he had time alone with Kayson.
I leaned into Legend as we walked from the art museum we had just finished touring. We were heading down the block to our evening cooking class.
“Can we skip the cooking class?”
“No. You said that you wanted to learn how to cook this Mediterranean chicken, cauliflower rice, and cucumber salad.”
“I’m tired. I just want a back rub and some good sex.”
“Feed me, and you can have everything that you want, girl.”
I smiled up at him and squeezed his arm tight. I was falling in love with this man more each day. I had yet to say that to him, because I didn’t want to scare him off. I didn’t know the truth about what happened between his ex-wife and him, but I knew that it was traumatic.
We crossed the street, and he pulled the door open to the studio. The fragrant aroma of garlic and onions wafted in the air from other classes that were going on. Caribbean music played somewhere in the background. The studio was breezy, and I soon figured out why after we signed in and stepped into the studio we were assigned to.
Large casement windows opened and allowed the unexpected late summer breeze to flow through. Ferns hung from the ceilings between the windows.
There were six large tables about the size of chemistry tables throughout the classroom. We found the one with our name on it and walked to it after washing our hands.
“Welcome, everyone. My name is Phoebe, and this is Andreas,” a woman with long, dark hair and translucent green eyes introduced herself and her partner. “We’re excited to welcome you to tonight’s session. I am from Croatia, and Andreas is from Portugal. It is an honor to bring a dish to you tonight that represents our cultures,” Phoebe stated.
“Hello, everyone. As Phoebe stated, I am Andreas, and I have twenty-two years in the cooking industry, and Phoebe has eighteen. I know, I know. She looks too young to have been cooking that long, but she started at two.”
Everyone laughed. Andreas talked a bit more about himself, and so did Phoebe, before we introduced ourselves. After we finished with the introductions, we set about cooking the meal.
“You did good, ma,” Legend declared when we tasted our meal.
“We did good, baby.” I tipped up on my toes and kissed him as he smacked my ass.
“Well, if your cooking does all that, maybe you need to be teaching this class,” a woman named Regina, whom we affectionately called Reggie, at the table beside us declared.
I giggled, and she winked at me. We made small talk with her and her best friend before class was dismissed.
“Now that I’ve fed you, can we go home so that you can feed me?”
“Baby, you can have whatever you like.”
“Don’t tell me that. I’ll leave your ass laid out, dried out, and tired out.”
“What did you say? You gon’ suck a nigga dry?” he asked, opening the car door for me.
I sucked my teeth. “It depends. Are you gonna reciprocate?”
He smacked his hand against his chest. “I feel hit. A nigga don’t hook you up?”
“Well, not the last time.”
“Girl, ya ass is spoiled, that’s all. I put this dick on you, and you fell asleep.”
“You were supposed to wake me up with your tongue, baby.” I pouted, and he shook his head, snickered, and jogged to the other side of the car.
“Let me feed you, baby.”
“I don’t want any ice cream,” he mumbled.
