Addicted to Chinese food

By Turone L. Green

Addicted to Chinese food

Lucy was married to an Asian drug lord who put her in a bad neighborhood, in the ghetto, as a punishment for her love of African American culture. Lucy falls for a neighborhood male; then the addiction began. She meets a man named Sean. Sean couldnt shake what he felt for Lucy, a small crush became an addiction, a daily visit to the Chinese restaurant built interest on two people who should have never had been. What was once a daily visit to the restaurant turned into a full-blown relationship. Lucy was married, but didnt let Sean know she was married to a Chinese mobster who Lucy wasnt happy with physically, mentally, and sexually. She found love in a man she felt destined to. It was completely unexpected. Lee, Lucys husband, finds out about Lucys infidelities from his cooks through a phone call from prison as he was serving a stint and choose to have Lucy and Sean executed, which leads to Sean being on the run. Lee is indecisive about what he wanted to do with his wife, the woman he still loved.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503525320

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Copyright © 2015 by Turone Green.

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Contents

The Addiction Began

Chapter 2: Sibling Disorder and Manipulation Toward Lucy

Chapter 3: Lee’s Surprise

Chapter 4: Brooklyn

Chapter 5: Guess Who’s Going to the Big House

Chapter 6: Lucy’s Regret

Chapter 7: Hot Sex on a Platter

Chapter 8: Criminal Playground

Chapter 9: Lee Wants Blood

Chapter 10: Lucy is Ready to Find Her Love

THE ADDICTION BEGAN

A ddiction comes in many forms, and unfortunately for some of us, it gets the best of us, and for the rest of us we’re able to maintain and live productive lives. My addiction wasn’t to drugs, sex, or alcohol; it was a place that would have me making occasional visits, not even realizing sometimes seven or eight times a week to the neighborhood Chinese restaurant. Would that be labeled as an addiction or an obsession? Well, I’m one of those individuals that’s in the Chinese restaurant daily, but it wasn’t all for the food. It was for the most beautiful appetizer that wasn’t on the menu, an exotic beauty. An Asian woman. The most spectacular woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She stood behind the counter at about five feet and five inches, a little tanner than your average Asian, slight caramel light tone with light hazel eyes with brown highlights to complement those chinky eyes. For months, I had been trying to get her attention. I saw something in this woman that gave me butterflies every time I’d see her. It was crazy! Her name was Lucy. I flirted every time I’d see her, and at some point in my mind, I felt her doing the same to me. Sometimes I called the restaurant to place an order, and I wasn’t nowhere near in the neighborhood; I just wanted to catch her before they closed. I called so much she had to know my voice. I remember calling one night to place an order, and it amazed me that she recognized my voice and said, Hi, I know what you want: four chicken wings and french fries, in her broken English.

I said, Do you know who this is?

She said, Yes, I know your voice, but I don’t know your name. What’s your name?

I said, Sean, Sean Jones.

She said. Hi, I’m Lucy. The Restaurant is busy right now bye.

Excitement of her knowing who I was had me giving up my full government name. I wanted her to hear my name and remember it so that whenever I called to place an order she would say my name.

To show her I was determined I wanted to be in her world, I went and bought an Asian dictionary so I could say four chicken wings and fried rice in her native language as sexy as possible. At least that’s what I thought until she started laughing at me and responded with some shit in Chinese I didn’t understand. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to see those pretty little lips and pearly whites. I flirted with her as the cooks in the back looked at us with hatred in their eyes as if I had done the worst thing in the world by flirting with Lucy. I watched them as they fired up their MSG food in the wok. It looked pretty and smelled good but deadly and addictive at the same time. I never really trusted outside food, I only trusted what I cooked at home and besides I never ate the food anyway. It was cheap and anyone could afford it, but I had learned that if something is too cheap it isn’t good for you.

The restaurant was far from a five-star dining place. It had missing fixtures, graffitied walls, and the lighting was poor where the food was being made as I looked through the thick bulletproof glass. It was horrible. The cooks wore dirty white uniforms. They were no longer white; they were brown. The rags were nasty-looking. The grading of the restaurant said it all before you entered it: a big fat D on the outside window, but it didn’t stop my community from flooding the place every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Those were the most busy days, but whom was I to judge? I was just as guilty. My presence alone told a different story even if I wasn’t eating the food. I was showing support of the nasty place by going everyday.

It was a stressful ordeal being in an eye fight with a cook I couldn’t beat to a pulp because of the bulletproof glass. I said to myself, These cooks are bold. They must have a death wish and do not know what happened to past cooks and deliverymen from this spot. One out of every three restaurant employees gets robbed, stabbed, or killed. I’ve seen the statistics on the news. This is Bedstuy! Lucy brought me back to reality with her broken English and pretty smile. All I could do was smirk while she took orders on the phone and with the walk-in customers. She was staring at me and smiling at me as I stood on the opposite side of this thick bulletproof glass that needed Windex or something to buff it back to its original look. It was annoying but it separated her from the customers and gave her protection.

One Friday, I went in to order my regular Friday dish. Lucy looked terrific. Her shirt hugged her breast like wrapping paper on a Christmas gift. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, and her lips were glossy and begging for my lips to touch. She smiled at me a little more than usual as I walked to the order window. I felt my confidence slipping away as I became more nervous than normal before I could get one word out, Lucy said in her broken English, later we go on date pick me up at eight.

I was in shock, totally stunned. I had to ask myself! Did she just ask me out after months of staring at and flirting with her?

I responded OK while holding up my fingers to represent the number 8.

She shook her head up and down, and I cheerfully walked out the restaurant around the corner to my house so fast my shadow couldn’t keep up with my feet. I had to pick out the right attire, take a shower, throw on some good smells, and practice my sexy faces in the mirror. I found my brown Maury shoes, tan slacks, and silk tan-and-black shirt with my Louis Vuitton belt. I didn’t want to look thuggish on the first date like I normally dress. Honestly, I didn’t know where I was taking her and what to expect of the night. It was all so unexpected! I questioned myself on what she might eat and what type of music she might like. She wasn’t my average date because she didn’t speak perfect English. She wasn’t from America, and she worked in my neighborhood restaurant. It amazed me how I felt about her. She was someone I really believe I fell in love with the first time I saw her. The type of girl I usually went for were those with big butts, who thought a career was twerking and flirting with guys with nice cars and their own place. Nothing going for themselves but a pretty face and a nice body They didn’t care about what we did and how we did it—just a meal, weed, liquor, and a bootleg DVD, and it was a guaranteed fuck my love for thots.

I was really unsure about myself for the first time ever. I hadn’t felt like jelly for a girl in years since high school. I had to reboot my confidence, so I threw on my roughest CD I could find in my collection DMX’s Get at Me Dog. I got in the mirror and began flexing and shadow-boxing. It was on! I was ready! As soon as I walked out my door, my nosy-ass neighbor Shirley starts yelling, Hmmm, you must have a date. Smelling all good and looking all good. Where she at? As she looked up and down the hall, she then asked, Why won’t you take my daughter out? She likes your black ass!

I couldn’t get one word out without interruption.

Shirley said, What you too good for her and her five kids, nigger?

I kept a cool head and said to myself over and over, I’m not going to let this drunken bitch ruin my night. I’m not going to let this drunken bitch ruin my night.

As I walked out the building, I heard her drunken ass say, He isn’t anything but a male whore, just like his daddy!

I wanted to turn around and slap that bitch up but was reminded of the old saying, never piss where you sleep at, so I kept it moving to meet the woman I’d been in love with for months.

As soon as I reached the corner, I saw Lucy standing in front of the restaurant looking sexy in her fitted dress. She was on more than rice and vegetables diet because she packed a little more than the average Asian woman in the right places. I couldn’t see any of those fine assets behind the counter; I was impressed and turned on at the same time.

As I got closer to her, I saw two little dirt bags trying to holler at my Lucy, so I had to move in quick before they scared her back into the restaurant. As I approached, Lucy ran up to me and gave me a big hug. I stood, frozen. The two kids were wondering who I was and how I had such a beautiful Asian girl. I had seen it in their eyes: jealousy and envy. I loved it. We walked to the train taking slow steps, listening to the cars bump their music. All eyes were on us as we walked down Myrtle Avenue. Lucy held my arm really tight. I guessed her actions were saying what her mouth couldn’t do due to her limited English. As we walked, I swore I saw her bumping her head while singing the words to herself of Fifty Cent’s song In the Club, which was blasting out of a car that was stopped at the light. I just shook it off ’cause I knew she didn’t speak English that well. What could she possibly know about hip hop?

As we got closer to the J train, it dawned on me that my pockets were low on cash. I had just paid rent and I only had about a $100 in my account. So I began to think real hard on where I could take her. I thought to myself that it was summertime, it was hot and everyone was out. Then it came to me, the perfect place we could mesh without haters, where mixed couples would be welcome and all types of freaky shit was allowed, the West Village. So we got on the A train. During the ride, Lucy didn’t let go of my arm. Not for a minute. It was as though she felt so secure with me. I didn’t want her to lose an ounce of that feeling. Few words were said because of her lack of English, but judging from the emotional indicators, there was mutual attraction.

We reached the West Fourth Street station stop on the train; every male exiting and entering on and off the train were looking at Lucy’s sexy curves. Lucy seemed very excited she didn’t even notice. She smiled every time I looked at her. As we walked out of the train station, Lucy walked ahead of me. Her shape was stunning! Her ass wasn’t fat, and it wasn’t small it was just right. It was sexy. I knew I wasn’t the only one impressed just by the way other people turned their heads to see this shapely Asian. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable with all these dudes and gals taking a second and some even a third look. The gay chicks were bolder than the men. They were ice grilling me and shit! like I wouldn’t smack a bitch. Lucy’s jaw dropped when another female blew her a kiss. Funny, I didn’t even have to do anything because Lucy raised her middle finger at her and cursed her out in Chinese. I had to hold her by her sexy firm waist and pull her away. As we walked around, I could see that she was in pain from her heels, so we sat in Washington Square Park and watched the performers and listened to the music. Weed was being sold and smoked everywhere. I thought that she would be uncomfortable with it. Just as I was about to tell her Let’s go! she dug in her purse and pulled out a big-ass blunt. Now when I say big, I mean big! That weed was filled up in the Dutch like a UN opened Philly. Then Lucy said to me, You like?

I responded, Hell yeah!

Once again, Lucy surprised me by her actions. We sat there smoking and listening to the music. Then when some reggae came on, Lucy kicked off her heels and jumped up like shots went off and started whining on me like a dance hall queen. The way her body rubbed against mine turned me on in every way possible.

Everyone in the park began watching, and it became evident that she became the performer everyone wanted to see. She turned around and stared into my eyes all the while grinding on me. I instantly got an erection, so I pulled her close and then the music stopped. The cop on the beat came into the park and informed us that it was after ten and that the park was therefore closed. In my mind, I was pissed that hard-on she gave me had me begging for more. Damn, I have to get her some more of that weed!

Physically, Lucy was perfect but communicatively, we still had to get pass the language barrier. Time was moving really fast. Already, it was 3:00 a.m. I had seen Lucy yawning a lot. I knew she was tired. She had worked all day and now she was out with me walking around lower Manhattan. She still had a buzz going from the weed. I could have easily taken advantage of the situation, but my mom raised me better than that. When we got on the train to head home, she rested her head on my shoulder with her eyes closed. I too struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched the homeless people come down the train car begging for money.

When we got off the train on the way home, it was a quiet walk. I had wondered what Lucy was thinking. Did she have a good time? Did she think I was boring or was I going to try and take advantage of her in her high state of mind, or be a gentleman and take her home? I believed deep down that she knew I wouldn’t disrespect her. We stopped in front of her restaurant, and I reached out to give her a big hug, but then as we were looking at each other, she got up on tip toes and kissed me with so much passion that the only thing I could do was reciprocate. After ten minutes of lip-locking she reached in her purse and pulled out a pen and paper. She wrote down her cell number, but all I could do was wonder how we would be able to understand each other with her bad English. I said with some hand language and slow words, How are we going to understand each other?

She laughed at me and spoke very fluent in English and said, Thank you for a very good night and for being a gentleman and for not disrespecting me. I think you’re a wonderful guy.

She spoke better English than me. By the time I realized what was going on, she had already closed the door, and from behind the door, I heard her say, I enjoyed the night. Next time my treat!

I walked home in a daze. As soon as I got upstairs to my apartment, I called her to find out why she had me believing she couldn’t speak any English.

The phone rang three times; she picked up and answered in Chinese.

I said, This is Sean. Can we speak some English, please?

She laughed, then said, Boy, please, you know you like the timid little Asian girl who couldn’t speak English! It turned you on and gave you a little mystery. Come on, tell the truth.

I said, Yeah, I did a little bit, but the truth is, I would have liked you if you were deaf, blind, crippled or mute. I liked you from the first time I came in your restaurant to place an order.

She laughed and then said, I find you quite stunning also.

We sat on the phone for three hours getting to know each other talking about political issues, global warming, sex, my addiction to Chinese food, and why she acted like she didn’t know English to the people in the neighborhood.

She said to me, The people in this area prefer the weak-speaking Chinese girl over the smart, intelligent educated girl, so I give them what they want. It makes my day go by easier.

I said, Really, that’s the trick, play fool to a fool?

She said, Exactly. "My major in college was psychology, and I recognized a lot of broken families and pain in the community and the stories I hear are amazing just by me not engaging in conversations and just listening to the way they talk to each