Crazy In Love With A Thug: Bari and Seven by LaDonna Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

slammed his door. I set the two bags I had in my hands, one from a Chinese restaurant and the other from a barbecue place, on the kitchen table. He dropped the pizza and the Mexican food bags next to the other two, then just stared at me. We went back out and made another trip to bring in all the bags of clothes and shoes.
    "I can't believe you just did that, Bari."
    "I'm sorry. I couldn't make up my mind."
    "You're so used to your ideas for things being shot down that you've just stopped thinking for yourself."
    "Well, when I live alone I won't have to worry about that, will I?"
    He shook his head.
    "That's not the point. The point is...never mind. You'll learn," he said. "And you owe me. You were supposed to cook."
    "Tomorrow."
    "Oh, you sure made up your mind about that one quick," he laughed. I acted like I didn't know what he was talking about. "What do you want on your plate?"
    "Ribs, some Egg Fu Yung, a burrito and the pizza with the pineapple on it."
    "Are you serious? You are gonna be so sick tomorrow. And do you see what I mean? You got four different countries sittin' on my damn table when you could have just picked one. That's ridiculous. And it's not good for you."
    "Thank you father," I said sarcastically.
    "Whatever,” he said irritably, then began to eat. I smiled. "What?"
    "Nothing."
    I was watching him watch me with all my taste of each culture.
    "You jealous?" I asked.
    "Hell naw!" He said, but I knew he was lying.
    "Here," I said, putting a little of everything on his plate. "Hater," I mumbled.
    "I heard you!" He laughed, then took small bites of everything on his plate. "Alright. You win.
    This shit is the bomb!" We both laughed. "I guess you knew what you were talking about."
    "I guess I did."
    "But still."
    “I know, Darshon. I know." I said seriously.
    We looked at each other and started laughing.
    "You got me." The ringing of the phone snapped us back to reality. "Hello? I don't think she wants to talk to you, Trish. I'll see." I shook my head. "Nope. She doesn't ...not yet," he said, dropping his voice down to where I could barely hear.
    He hung up the phone, then sat looking at me.
    "What?" I asked.
    "Nothing. Look, I have to go out for a minute, but I'll be back in a little while."
    "You can't leave me here by myself!"
    "It'll just be for a little while."
    "Where are you going? Why do you have to go now?"
    "Bari, hold on. I have to go pick up your box."
    "Why can't I go with you?"
    "Because you can't. I'm going to Trish's," he snapped. "And stop asking me all them damn questions. I said I'll be right back."
    He got up from the table, grabbed his jacket and snatched up the keys to his truck. He was gone just like that. I cleared the table, put left over food in the refrigerator, put the dishes in the dishwasher, then took a bath and went to bed.

 
    Chapter 13
    "Hey, baby. You sleep good?" Darshon asked, coming into the kitchen.
    I didn't answer. I didn't think he could possibly be talking to me. Baby?
    "Are you talking to me, Darshon?"
    "Do you see anybody else?"
    I must be over reacting.
    "I slept fine, thanks."
    "Here's your stuff," he walked over to the table and picked it up, then brought it to me.
    "Thank you so much!" I said excitedly. "You don't know how much I appreciate this."
    "Don't trip. It was no problem," he smiled. "What'chu makin'?" He asked, taking a seat on a stool at the counter.
    "I know. You're starving," I laughed.
    "Yeah."
    "My debt is paid," I said, setting a plate with steak, eggs, hash browns, grits and three pieces of cheese toast in front of him.
    "Damn. This shit looks good. I didn't know my baby could get down like this."
    I ignored the comment and proceeded to clean up my mess.
    "I need to use your phone, a."
    He didn't respond at first. I noticed he stopped chewing and just stared down into his plate.
    "Who do you want to call?"
    The question threw me back briefly, but I recovered quickly.
    "Can I use your phone or not? Even if I was to tell you who it was, it's