"Hook!" Angel screamed at him.

"Baby, Imma cancel this dude for you. He ain't treat you right. He cheated on you. He hit you! Man!" Hook aimed the gun right at his head. "Tell me why I shouldn't pull the Goddamn trigger?"

All Matthew could do was stand there act as if he wasn't scared. Hook knew this dude didn't know anything about guns, but he had been around them all this life.

"Say something!" he yelled at him.

"Fuck you!"

Hook clocked him over the head with the gun and he hit the floor. He put the gun aside on the nightstand, then punched and kicked him.

"Hook! Stop! What are you doing?" Angel screamed.

"This mother fucker had a gun to yo head, he needs to learn."

"That's enough. You're going to kill him," Angel pulled him away.

He was still butt ass naked, and so was Angel. He grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on Angel.

"Angel, this dude has to go. He needs to be out of your life. Let me finish this dude."

"I'll call the police and report him."

"What the po-po gonna do? He's right, this is his house. I just beat his ass. What you think they gonna do?"

Lock his Black ass up in jail like he was the psycho, just what he expected. Angel called the cops. They took her statement, his statement, and Matthew's and arrested him. Ain't that a bitch!

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He spent a night in jail before Angel could bail him out. He was not in the mood for this. One minute he was in her good pussy about to bust a nut, the next her crazy ex had a gun to their heads. He was used to all types of drama, but this was some Shakespearean type drama. Too damn tragic.

He had nothing to say while they walked to her car. When they got in, she sat there before starting the car.

"You okay?"

"I'm straight."

She chewed on her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do nothing."

"I...I..."

"What?"

"I can't go back to my place," she said, and then he noticed that she was trembling.

Shit, this had to be traumatic to her as well. She wasn't used to guns, fistfights, police, bailing a guy out of jail. He rubbed her face, pulled her to him, and kissed her.

"Babe, I got you."

"I can't believe he did that."

"Did you stay at your place last night?"

"No! I called Jared and he came to get me. Jared wants to fuck him up too. I didn't want you to fight him Hook. This is my battle to handle."

"Fuck that! Babe, what if I wasn't there last night? That mother fucker would have come in and did who knows what. He wants you and you better believe he will keep trying to get you back. You got him sprung," he said and grinned. "I guess I can understand that."

She smiled and hit his shoulder.

"My baby smiling now." He kissed her again. "You don't have to go back to your place. Want to come to mine?"

She nodded. She already had a bag packed and in the car.

She had never been to his place. She may be living the lifestyle of the rich in west county, but he was all hood St. Louis all day. His apartment was downtown across from the football stadium where the funky Rams used to play. It was not a nice area, but he liked it. Plus he was downtown where everything was happening.

He wished he knew she was going to be crashing at his little apartment, he would have cleaned. He needed to do laundry. His bed wasn't made. It was a small two-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment, so small and cramped compared to her spacious four bedrooms, three and a half bath home. He felt a bit embarrassed, but Angel didn't seem to mind.

"You have to go to work?"

"No. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

"I smell like jail. Let me shower baby, then I got you," he said, kissing her and heading for his bathroom, picking up clothes and shoes that littered around. He wished he could afford a maid like her.

After he showered, shaved his bald head, trimmed his beard, brushed his teeth, and made sure he was fresh and dressed, he went to see what Angel was up to.

She was in the kitchen. Fucking shit up.

"What...the hell...I mean, babe, you cook something?"

"Yeah, I bet you're hungry," she said, pouring something into one of his plates, but he did not want to assume what the grey mass was.

"Umm, yeah..." he said, eyeing the plate. "You shouldn't have."

"You always cook for me, and after the night you had, I needed to cook for you."

He eyed the plate with the "food." Now, he wasn't Chef Gordon Ramsey, but he was gonna Hell's Kitchen her up out of here with this monstrosity. He would eat many of things, and he ate most of her cooking just fine, but this? Had to be eggs, maybe she added some spinach. Wouldn't it be green though? Maybe it was mashed potatoes. He did not have potatoes anywhere in his place. Oatmeal!

And then she had the nerve to dig in and eat it like she was eating a plate of food worthy of his favorite show Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives.

"Here, let me feed you," she said, forking up some and aiming it toward his mouth.

"Naw babe, see, I ate at the county...before I left. I'm good." He was hungry as hell.

"Okay, I'll save it for us for later," she said, scraping it into a Tupperware bowl. "Oh, and do you mind if I tidy up a bit?"

"Babe, it's my place, let me do that."

"No, go sit down, relax and watch sports or whatever. Let me do this," she said kissing him. "I need something to occupy my mind."

She wanted to cook, fine. (Or whatever that was she tried to do.) She wanted to clean, which he hated, fine, let her do it. She didn't mind if he watched ESPN all day, fine, he was cool with that. After she cleaned, she massaged his shoulders, fine, that felt nice. She cuddled with him on the couch and planted sweet kisses on his neck...his dick was hard as a brick.

He didn't get to nut last night. He was horny as fuck. Normally Angel was too, but she wasn't making a real move.

"You wanna go to the bedroom?"

"No, I'm good," she said, sitting up on the couch. She picked up her phone and started messing with it.

He was not sure what was going on with her right now. But his stomach was going to roar like a bear in a minute. He got up and headed to the kitchen.

"Imma warm up that food...aw shit babe, I just dropped it on the floor. Let me Door Dash us something," he said, taking out the container of whatever goop she made and trashing the whole thing.

He ordered Chinese, which they both loved, and while he waited, he examined all the hard work Angel had done cleaning his place. Sheeet! He needed to hire her professional cleaning services. She had the place looking better than he ever had. She even wiped down his shower, which he forgot to do. Now a chick that would do that for her man, was a keeper.

He had a walk-in closet that was always cluttered. She organized his three dozen tennis shoes. By color. All his clean clothes were on hangers, matched up in outfits, and organized by color. He had ties? Where the hell did that come from? She had three ties hanging up on a hook he normally had his favorite fitted cap. All his Cardinals caps were aligned on the top shelf.

His bed was nicely made. He never made his bed because why? He was going to fuck it up daily, why make it up daily? No clothes on the floor, they all were tucked somewhere, he would have to ask her where she hid his dirty clothes.

She had time to do all this? Did he fall asleep?

The food came and they spread it over his coffee table. Crab rangoon, crab sticks, egg rolls, ham fried rice with a side of egg foo yung gravy, chicken lo-mein, beef and broccoli, and fried chicken wings. He was about to grub.

"Mmm, boy this is good!" she said, licking her lips while she slurped up noodles.

"I'm telling you, can't find nothing this good out where you at," he said, piling a bunch on his plate.

"Man, I wished you would have tasted the rice I made you today, it was good."

He stopped. That was rice?

They ate and watched TV. He put the leftovers away and came back and they cuddled and watched a movie. She was falling asleep, so he cut the TV off so he could put her to bed.

"I couldn't sleep much last night," she said, getting naked.

"You okay?" he asked, holding her, kissing her, his hands roaming to hold her ass.

"Not tonight Hook," she said, moving away and getting in the bed. "Him catching us like that...I can't."

Shit, that was going to fuck up everything. He was still horny as all get out. He got in the bed and put his arm around her. He wasn't a heartless dude. If Angel wasn't ready, he'd jack one off when she was sleep.

She was naked. In his bed. His hard dick stayed pressed up against her ass cheeks.

He thought she was fast asleep when she started rubbing against him, moving her ass so his dick sandwiched between her cheeks. She turned around to face him.

"Okay, maybe a little."

"Naw, it's cool," he said, rubbing her shoulder.

"Make love to me, I don't want to fuck."

How exactly was he supposed to do that?

A/N: Because this chapter started a little heavy for me, I had to lighten it up. The mystery food Angel cooked had me rolling as I typed it! I never laughed so hard off of something I wrote. Y'all I'm not the best cook either, but I know I'm not that bad.

Again, I am going with the flow with this story, have no idea of what I am doing.

XOXO
Kimberly