Nookie's Secret (Nookie 2) (Nookie Series) by Anieshea; Q.B. Wells Dansby

saying a word, she opened the door wide enough for Wayne to enter.
    “Yo, you need some furniture in this bitch. My man got a living room set for sale. Sofa, tables and all that, I can hook you up,” he said looking around the living room.
    “I’ll let you know.”
    “You got something to eat.”
    “I don’t have anything in my refrigerator. I was going to order out but I guessing that wouldn’t be a good idea.”
    “We can run to the market. I can cook for you.”
    “Yea okay.” You can cook?”
    “What. I’m a gourmet chef.”
    Joy laughed. “Alright let me get dressed.”
    “Naw, you can go like that.”
    She looked down at her pajama bottoms and shrugged. She stuck her feet into her flip-flops and followed Wayne out the door.
     
     

Chapter Twenty-One
     
    When they returned, Wayne made his famous dish, tacos. Joy couldn’t stop laughing, as she watched him make them. “Some gourmet chef,” she joked, enjoying her time with him.
    “Make jokes all you want. You have never had tacos like these in your young life. I even got dessert.” He pulled a Duncan Hines box from the bag.
    Joy saw that it was double fudge chocolate and got excited. It had been a while since she had cake.
    “That looks like it’s going to be good,” she said as she walked to the bathroom. When she came back, Wayne had mixed the cake and put it in the oven. Dinner was done and Wayne rolled up. In no time, he had four blunts lined on the table.
    Joy had laid down pillows and blankets on the floor. She placed all the food in the middle, like a picnic. Wayne lit up one of the blunts, took a few hits and passed to Joy. She had no trouble as she inhaled and held the smoke. She let it out easy. She did this a few times before she passed it back, but Wayne waved her away as he lit another one.
    With no astray, Joy jumped up and got a bowl from the kitchen. She put the L down and stuffed a taco full of meat, lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. She poured sour cream and taco sauce on the top. On her first bite, she swore she never tasted anything so good in her life. She took turns eating and smoking. After 20 minutes, Joy’s mouth was dry. They forgot to get something to drink; she filled two cups of water from the faucet and gave one to Wayne.
    After three slices of cake, she was so full all she could do was lay back on the blanket and stare at the ceiling. By then the weed was gone and Wayne wanted to go to the store and get some liquor. He asked Joy to ride with him but she couldn’t move. So, he went by his self.
    Hours passed and Wayne hadn’t come back. Joy still was in the same spot. Finally, Joy rolled on her side and went to sleep.
    A sharp, burning pain shot through Joy’s stomach waking her up out of a deep sleep. She jumped up and ran to the bathroom, barely making in it time as watery liquid shot out of her. Just when she thought she was done and was walking out the bathroom, she had to run right back in. She plopped on the toilet, trying to figure out what could be wrong. First the food poisoning and now she had diarrhea.
    Her trips became less frequent. After an hour passed she continued to go off and on all day. Once she was sure that she was done, she hopped in the shower. She heard someone knocking on the door when she got out. She hurried to get dressed. The person knocked louder. “Hold on,” she yelled. She caught herself smiling at the thought of Wayne at the door and relaxed her face.
    She went to the door and looked through the peephole. “Shit.” She stared at Simone for a moment and then opened the door.
    “Girl, I didn’t think you was ever going to open the door,” Simone said. Walking through the door she took a double look at Joy and then looked away. Joy grew more nervous as Simone continued, “Where you been? I came down here a couple times.” She continued not waiting for answers. “ I wanted to see if you needed anything.”
    “I’m okay.”
    “Well I don’t want to hold you up. You know