Honest

nine

The next time I woke up he was sitting up against the headboard scrolling through his phone while yelling into it.

“First off, I'm grown ass man. Second, no!”

“But Mamma said!”

“I'm gonna hang up now, bye Febe.”

“Guy, you asshole!”

He rolls his eyes, setting his phone down. His eyes meet mine and instantly a smirk takes over his face.

“If it isn't sleeping beauty. Good afternoon.”

I frown. “Was that your girlfriend?”

“Sister,” He shrugs. “Are you late for something?”

That's my cue to leave I guess. I get up, looking around for anything that might fit me.

“Where are you going,” He pulls me back onto the bed.

“Um...home?”

He huffs. “You didn't even kiss me good morning. I'm starting to think you have no manners.”

I roll my eyes. Damned criminal talking about I have no manners.

“I'm gonna go—”

He yanks me back. “Kiss me good morning, like a good girl.”

“I'm not kissing you good morning—"

He c***s his head, narrowing his eyes. I narrow my own, leaning forward and pecking him lightly.

“Bye criminal—”

“Desiree,” He interrupted. “Aren't you hungry?”

I'm starving.

“You want some food?”

“Yes." I gulp. He hands leans over the bed, offering me a handful of cash.

To put this in perspective, his hands are like...three times the size of mine. I have small hands. He has large hands. And all the bills are hundreds.

It's ridiculous.

“Um...am I supposed to buy a car or Chinese?”

He shurgs. “Both, I guess.”

I scoff. “Don't you have a card I could use?"

“This one time, I took in a kid, and he stole my identity, and now my credit score is 8.”

He shook his head. “My credit score was the best thing about me. But to answer your question," He goes into his wallet again.

“Take the visa, not everyone takes American Express, especially if you don't threaten them.”

I purse my lips. “First off, I'm keeping the cash.” he shrugs. Asshole. “Second, 8? Just 8?”

He nods. “Just 8. I was devasted, I'm not gonna lie."

I bite back a laugh.

“Third of all, you bastard why are you so rich?”

“Because I'm handsome and it matches the profile.”

“No it doesn't. I'm buying a Buick, you can't stop me."

He snorts. “As long as you drive over to little Italy and go to a place called Gino's and pick me up a pizza pie. If not, I'll repossessed and burned in front of you.”

I rear back. Something's wrong with him.

“Hey! I'm threatening!”

He smiles. “Oh, pookie no you're not!”