The Kwanzaa Brunch, a Holiday Novella by DL White

Author:DL White
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DL White

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Booker

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Much later than I’d intended, full of a gourmet burger, fries, and more than a few drinks from a restaurant down the street, I walked through my front door. There were plenty of good food spots to choose from, and I was making my way through them all. I dropped my bag and didn’t give it another thought as I toed my shoes off. I left them at the door too and tossed my keys on the counter as I passed it.

I pulled my phone from my pocket, wincing at the number of missed calls, texts and WhatsApp messages. I dropped onto the couch, reached for the remote and kicked my feet up on to the coffee table, turning on the TV before thumbing a security code into my phone.

SportsCenter blared through the surround sound speakers as I scrolled past all the calls and messages from Tara. Eventually, I was going to block her, but for now, I supposed it made me feel good to know that she realized she’d lost a good man. Part of me loved to see her beg for me to come back.

The rest of me felt like shit for enjoying her pain. But then I knew she wasn’t really in pain. She was fuming that she wasn’t getting her way and couldn’t use me anymore.

I popped open a running chat I had with my boys back in Baton Rouge.

Ryan: What’s up with Booker? Hotlanta ate him up?

Greg: Ain’t heard from Booker in days. He said he’s in training or whatever. Anybody think he’s training somebody on how to give him head?

Jordan: #Sweatergawd G gotta bring up head every day.

Ryan: A sign he ain’t getting any.

Greg: Y’all don’t get none either.

Jordan: I’m not part of that y’all. Ayanna… well. You know.

Ryan: #also. I would tell y’all about Nalah’s head game but you dudes gossip too much. Be telling all my secrets.

I chuckled, then tapped to post a reply.

Booker: Only fools not from Atlanta call it Hotlanta, fool. You gotta kill that before you come through.

Ryan: Ayyyyyy! What’s good?

Booker: Not much. Training is kicking my ass, but the gig is real good.

Jordan: Hey, Book. Gig is better than 2X?

I grinned at the phone, taking pleasure in typing out my braggadocios response.

Booker: In every way. A nice bump in salary, the mood seems good so far. Cafeteria and a nice coffee spot on the first floor. I get my office tomorrow. We had some kinda kwanzaa thing today, if that says anything. And no Tara Dupree.

Jordan: That’s the best perk right there.

Booker: She’s blowing up my phone tho.

Greg: Still? Ain’t it been like a year?

Jordan: Got your hooks in her. Now she can’t let go.

Ryan: Told you not to marry that girl.

I had to give the nod to Ryan. He told me all the way up to five minutes before we walked into the courthouse.

Booker: Yeah, you told me that. You want a cookie or some shit for being right?

Ryan: Yeah. Send me my got damn cookies! She still big mad you signed those papers?

Booker: Big mad.

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