“You bitch!”
Laughing, I followed him in there. “Oh. It’s Zora’s soap opera.”
On the screen, the Beautiful and the Deceitful played. Dressed in all black, Crystal Waters walked past her crying daughter and stood in front of her ex-husband’s grave. Diamonds covered her neck and dangled from her ears. Meanwhile, her daughter Selene wore jeans and a t-shirt.
Crystal looked away from the tombstone and glared at her daughter. “I’ll let you say bitch this time. But say it again, and you’ll join one of these graves.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll never speak to you again.” Selene stomped off.
Crystal turned back to the grave. The camera zoomed in on her face. “I’m glad you’re dead, Blake. You ruined my daughter and me, you son of a bitch.”
A tear left her eye.
“No, darling.” Blake stepped up to her in an immaculate suit. “You ruined it all by yourself.”
Stunned, Crystal stepped back. “No. You. . .you’re. . .supposed to be. . .dead.”
Blake laughed to himself. “But, I’m not.”
And then the tv went to a diaper commercial.
Kamal looked at me. “Is that serious?”
“Wow. Blake is really alive.”
“That is the worst acting I’ve seen in my life. How can my sister look at this?”
“She finds it entertaining.” I chuckled. “Zora is going to lose her mind when she finds out Blake is alive. She cried for two days over his death.”
“That’s insane.” Kamal shook his head. “I’m making us lunch.”
“No. I’m making it.” I ran into the kitchen.
He caught and pulled me behind him. “I beat you.”
“Hey!”
“Go back and look at Crystal while I cook.”
“I’m—”
“No. Let me know how Blake cheated death.”
I chuckled. “Fine, but you’ll be missing out on great drama while slaving in the kitchen.”
“It’s worth it to see you smile.”
I flushed with arousal. “Hmmm.”
Maybe. . .I could stay in New York for a little while, after this pandemic.Chapter 15
KamalCorona Bae
Tuesday morning, we woke to people screaming outside.
Yawning, I gently moved Jade from my chest and left the bed.
Jade opened her eyes. “What the hell is going on?”
I walked over to the window and pushed the curtains to the side. Movement sounded from behind me. Then, Jade stood on my right. “What are they saying?”
“I can’t tell.” I lifted the window.
Several Park Slopers stood on their balconies yelling down at pedestrians. “Flatten the curve, dick heads!”
“Yeah!” A few others screamed at the walker byers from their windows. “Go home, asshole!”
“You’re the reason why we’ll be stuck in the house until next year.”
One of the pedestrians raised his hand and flipped the people on the balconies off.
“Yeah. Fuck you too! Flatten the curve or die from the virus.”
Jade shook her head and left. “They’ve lost their minds.”
I yanked the window back down. “Only in Park Slope.”
“If this is how New Yorkers act in less than a week, I don’t even want to know what happens after a month of isolation.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t be in Brooklyn in a month.”
She chuckled but didn’t respond.
I quirked my brows. “You think that’s funny?”
“I think I should go brush my teeth and wash my face.”
“Hmmm.”
You do know that after tasting that good pussy, I won’t let you go?
Jade hadn’t decided yet. This situation between us had happened fast. But, I didn’t care. She liked to use logic. Me too, but not when it came to her.
She went into the bathroom.
I followed, but stayed in the doorway, checking her out in those sexy pajama shorts.
People continued to yell outside.
I chuckled.
Shaking her head, she grabbed her washcloth. “I get that they want people to go inside, but there’s a way to go about it.”
“Yep.” I crossed my arms across my bare chest.
“Flattening the curve is the goal to slow the spread of coronavirus. Not an excuse to be an asshole to people.”
I leaned against the doorway. “Back to our conversation on your move.”
She ran the washcloth underwater and grabbed her pineapple mango face wash. “We weren’t talking about that.”
“Now, we are.”
“We should wait for Amber to leave your condo.”
“She’s leaving.”
“And we should see if we can even finish this week off in peace.”
“I’m enjoying myself. Are you?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Kamal, you’re basically asking me to move in with you.”
“Temporary.”
“So, after the quarantine, I leave?”
“I don’t want you to.”
She shut off the faucet and left the wet soapy cloth hanging. “I have a whole life in Los Angeles. I’m supposed to do a showing at the end of the summer. However. . .it may be canceled. I planned on calling the gallery this week.”
“You can do plenty of showings in New York. We have a better art scene.”
“Wow. You’re just going to shit on your home city for your new one?”
“When it comes to convincing you to move here. . .yes.”
Smiling, she squeezed the washcloth and tried to lift it to clean her face.
I stopped her hands and pulled her close to me. “You know you want to move in? Stop playing me with me.”