CHAPTER 2

***NOTE - i have shortened Chapters Due to complaints; in result of, I will post more often***

I turned around and yelled, “What the fuck you mean? I’m supposed to just hear that and laugh: ‘a He he he’? That shit isn’t funny man!”

"Nic, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry,” he apologized kissing my cheek. Ignoring him I turned back around and began to fall asleep with anger engraved in my heart.

Waking up from my alarm clock striking 6:30 A.M., I yawned and stretched threw the sheets. The silk from the cover made me want to stay home and sleep instead of going to the studio. Looking over to see Safaree, I noticed he wasn’t there. I wasn’t worried where his ass was either; I was still mad as fuck at him from earlier this morning. I give a Nigga’ the box, and get repaid like a hoe. Or was I over exaggerating about the ‘joke’ he made? Or was it even a joke? Getting distracted from the thoughts, i smelt food trailing from the kitchen. Who was cooking? i could have sworn i sent home Myrtle last night. couldn't really remember from all the vodka i had last night with the crew. I jumped out of bed, I threw on some jogging pants and a pink shirt, and walked towards the kitchen. Walking around the corner, I saw Safaree in the kitchen with nothing but white boxer briefs on . . . COOKING! Safaree cooking? This couldn't be true; i must be recovering a hangover. And not only did he have the best butt of all time, but you could see his dick imprint. Remembering I was angry at him,

“Who you cooking for Naked? Ohh, never mind,” I said, snapping with sarcasm, “I forgot about Sierra!”

Safaree threw down the spatula, turned off the stove, and turned to me, “ Yoo’ I told you I was I playing! It was a Random name that just popped in my head. always making damn arguments!" He yelled. "Why you gotta’ Make big Drama?”

Flipping my hair back, I stood up and walked toward him, “IM MAKIN BIG DRAMA? IM MAKING BIG DRAMA? SO YOU THINK WHAT YOUR DOING ISN'T WRONG?”

“Nic, what the fuck am I doing? I told you I was just fucking playing! And here I am cooking breakfast for the woman I Love, and I get cussed out 6:43 in the fucking morning!” he yelled, stomping away with an attitude towards the bedroom. I walked behind him and took him by the hand, “baby, baby Stop!” he stopped and turned around looking at me with anger in his face. Wow. I must have really made him mad because Safaree had never ever looked at me like this. Red rising through his brown cheeks, eyes turning glossy and red, and his fist balled up like he was about to fight. had i apologized, and entered the kitchen just saying goodmorning; none of this would be happening! i felt horrible. I was the reason, for the first time, for his Acrimony. I looked down and said in an English accent, “I’m sorry my darling. I didn’t realize how harsh I was being at’tal. I guess it was just out’tuv jealousy. I just heard Another name of onika or nic and- ”

“Shh, don't apologize," He cut me Off. "I was wrong for even bringing another woman's name in this house-"

"Noo, noo" i disagreed. He blew a hard breath and looked down. Silence grew for a good 10 seconds before he changed the mood,

"I would keep the romance going, and say my response in an accent but I can’t do that soo,” he answered smirking. I giggled putting my hand to my mouth. Yea, he had his ways of making me mad, but he had better ways of making me smile and holding my heart. He continued, “But Nic, you need to realize sometimes that I just try my best to make you laugh. But obviously it doesn’t work all the time. i just try to be the best Man, Love, Soul mate, and most of all . . Boyfriend . . There is.” He kissed me on the lips, making my heart forgot what we had been fighting about. I really loved this man. And this was the first time i loved someone and they returned the gift. i smiled, put my hand to my heart and said, “Soooo what was that you cooked ‘me’? I mean, ‘your love’?” I asked, biting my lip ! He grabbed my hand and said in a funny voice, " well . . it WAS attempted to be eggs and bacon. But no body can cook like momma Carol!" we held each others hand, and walked into the kitchen!