Chapter 8: Joy

When we pulled up to Sinclair’s brother’s house I was in awe. Toni told me that she had only met him once before. Sinclair and Kevin hadn’t grown up together. He was 5 years older than her and Sinclair’s mother moved out of the neighborhood shortly after she was born. From what I gather Sinclair was a kid the last time they saw each other before reconnecting a few months back. 

I didn’t know all the details but I did wonder if she knew her brother was a dope boy. Hell from the looks of this place, he might be the damn PLUG. 

We had an amazing weekend. VIP service everywhere. I was having the time of my life. Everyone knew him and his crew and by extension everyone wanted to know us. There were a lot of fine men in Miami but my crush was right in front of me. I caught Kevin looking at me a few times but he didn’t really say much to me directly. I guess I was just his little sister’s friend. 

The last morning of the trip I got up early to make breakfast for everyone. I asked his housekeeper, Miss Janice, to pick up the items I needed the night before. She tried to tell me that I didn’t need to give her money. She said Kevin gave her an AMEX for household expenses, but I wanted this to be a gift from me. I don’t even want to think how much money Kevin had spent on us. After the first few times, I stopped even trying to pull out my wallet because he didn’t let us spend a dime.

I had just finished cooking when I felt a presence behind. 

“Damn” the deep voice I had been dreaming about said in my ear.

I wondered if I had done too much. I made shrimp and grits, turkey bacon for Sinclair, sausage, pancakes, scrambled eggs, homemade biscuits and my Granny’s pain perdu, which is a creole take on french toast.

“I guess I overdid it. I wasn’t sure what you… I mean I didn’t know what everyone liked. It was the least I could do to show how much I appreciated your hospitality this weekend” I said trying not to make eye contact.

To like is superhuman, to comment is divine.

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