Chapter 3: At Grammys' House 1 of 3

Keya P.O.V

We just got home from church where they held their annual Easter day service. And I couldn't wait to leave, I'm so over these ancient ass men gawking at and fantasizing about me. I mean some of them are literally old enough to be my great grandfather, ewww it makes me want to vomit. Their nasty lustful stares, I love going to church to learn, but hate it because those men are gross, some have children older than me!

So I turned on the radio, popping in my Aaliyah, One in a Million CD to have some tunes whilst I clean up the house. I put in a load of clothes to wash and started washing the dishes, when I hear Grammy calling me.

"Keya, come here gurl!"

I dry my hands on a kitchen rag and walk over to the living room, which is right next to the kitchen only separated by a half bath.

"Yes, Grammy?"

She's in her favorite recliner watching her favorite channel, the Food Network. We love getting ideas for cooking new meals. She's sipping on some ice water in an old Prego sauce glass.

"I'm hungry, do you know what you cooking for dinner yet?" She asked me.

She had just come back from the hospital on Thursday and her doctor told her to start eating better, if she doesn't want to end up in there again but she's so damn stubborn. She has so many health issues already and it seems like every time she goes back they tack on another, it's quite depressing.

I take care of my four brothers and my sister, plus help my Grammy also. I keep the house clean, cook almost all of the meals and wash everyone's clothes. If they ever need anything, I'm usually the person to get it done. Doctors appointments, school conferences, field trips, you name it I've done it. I don't mind at all but it leaves me no time for myself really.

"I'm not sure yet Grammy, but you know I'll put something together." I always do.

"Ok well go over to Papa's and get me one of those chicken meals will ya." She told me,

I looked at her warily, "Grammy, seriously didn't you just get out of the hospital 2 days ago?" I pursed my lips putting my hand on my hip.

"Gurl I don't wanna hear that shit go get me my damn food and hurry on back here!" She snapped narrowing her eyes. As I said, she's stubborn.

I sighed and threw up my hands in defeat, I'm not tryna get bitch smacked by my OG. "Ok gimme the money, and is that all you want from there?"

"Yup." she said handing me $20 from her purse. I left shaking my head, she really needs to start eating better and lose some weight, she's over 240 pounds and at 5'2" that's just too much unhealthy weight for her in her late forties.

My brothers were either down the street playing basketball with their friends or riding their bikes and my lil sister was upstairs listening to music. I walked through the backyard to take a shortcut and will be at the restaurant in no time.

I felt like something was tugging at me. Like someone hooked a line behind my naval and was reeling me in and it got stronger the closer I got to the restaurant. What the hell was going on?

Walking in I noticed this gigantic man sitting at the counter. He looked like a WCW wrestler or something. My feet were on autopilot and the line was dragging me towards him. I tried sitting in other seats but my body wouldn't let me. I found myself plopping down next to him. I was super nervous. I greeted Papa and ordered Grammy's food.

Mmmmm damn this food smells good and Papa cooks with such skill and enthusiasm I wish my future hubby could cook like that. I doubt it though I giggled.

I was a nervous wreck sitting so close to this giant that my body wouldn't be still, my feet were swinging and my fingers tapped on the counter. Like my body was trying to grab his attention.

I felt the giant man turn to look at me, I didn't want to be rude or anything so I said, "Hi!"

"Hello," he says and gave me this super sexy smile, shit he has dimples for days. I mean they look so deep I may be able to lay my pinkie finger in there. Did he just lick his lips at me? And.. what the hell is he eating... a banana burger?!!!!

He asked, "Have you ever had a jibarito before? "

I don't even know what 'it' is.

"A what?" "A jibarito? That's what this is." I shook my head, "No, I've never seen or heard of that before in my life!" He explained what it was and asked me, "Would you like a bite?"

Wow, he's seriously offering me a bite? Sure why not, "Sure!" So I bit it trying not to bite off his finger and he growled at me... did I bite him?? So I started chewing the food in my mouth and WOOOW! It was de-fuckin-licious! I closed my eyes in bliss.

"Mmm, that was delicious!" It practically melted in my mouth, oh goodness it was orgasmic.

"And it's called a 'jibarito' ?" I pronounced it slow hoping I said it right. Then he offered to buy one, hell yeah he could!

"Really?!" I was so excited.

"Yeah, I don't mind." He smirked, licking his lips, 'gulp' and I felt my panties getting wet. I never knew one action could cause such an effect.

"Sure, I'd love one!"

"Ok, one jibarito meal coming up!"

"Is it to go?" Papa asked me.

"Yes, Papa! Thank you!" Damn a free meal, today is starting to look up!

"So how's your grandmother doing?" Papa asks me.

"She's much better now that she's out of the hospital. The doctor says she has something called diabetes. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't sound good." If only she would eat better and exercise a little more she would be better. I'm really sad I can't persuade her much.

Then the generous giant asked, "So what are you doing today?"

Same ol' same ol', "I gotta finish washing clothes and cleaning up, find something to cook for dinner, and do my homework."

Same shit, different day. He seems interested in me but I barely have time for myself, I definitely don't have time for a boyfriend. I wish I did though, a girl could dream, right? And he is dreamy.

"That's quite a 'To Do' list for such a pretty girl." he smirked and I felt my toes curl. OMG is he.. flirting with me? Wow, I think I just got a little wetter. I pray this food's done soon...

"I help my Grammy take care of my little brothers and my sister." And I have no social life...

"Oh, I see, well I'm sure she appreciates you a lot, doesn't she?" His deep voice is making me leak like a faucet, this is crazy!