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On My Own
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2025-05-10 22:08:24
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My Love, My Boss Forever
We closed both locations at eight. Met at Brooklyn. Did the end-of-day routine together — cleaning, inventory, prep for tomorrow. The particular rhythm of two people who'd been doing this long enough that they didn't need to talk to coordinate. By nine thirty, we were done. We locked up. Walked home through Brooklyn in the June evening that smelled like summer and possibility. Our apartment was three blocks away. Small but comfortable. Filled with the accumulated debris of two lives fully integrated. Books and cooking equipment and the particular clutter of people who worked too much but loved what they were doing. We made dinner together. Nothing fancy. Just vegetables and rice and the wine we kept for Wednesdays because Wednesday was the middle of the week and deserved something special. We ate at the table by the window. Talked about the day. About Jordan and David. About Mira and Carmen. About Darius and his progress in the training program. About whether we were ready to th
My Love, My Boss Flowers, Food and Whatever
Five years after his release. June. I woke up at four thirty a.m. to the sound of Cazien moving quietly through our bedroom, trying not to wake me and failing because after seven years together I could tell the difference between him getting up for work and him getting up for any other reason. "Go back to sleep," he whispered. "Early prep day." "I'm coming with you." "You don't have to." "I know. But it's Wednesday. Wednesday is both locations. You can't do both locations alone." He smiled. Kissed my forehead. "Five more minutes then." I gave him three. We'd opened the second Cole & Wolfe location two years ago. Park Slope. Bigger than the original. Sixty seats. Same menu. Same philosophy. Just more of it. The expansion had been terrifying and necessary in equal measure. The Brooklyn location had been turning people away for months. We'd had a waiting list for Sunday brunch that extended to three weeks. Something had to give. Mira's investment had been the seed money. We'd g
My Love, My Boss My Love, My Boss
Two years after his release. August. Cole & Wolfe had been open for twenty-four months and we were profitable. Not dramatically. Not the kind of profitable that bought luxury or security in the way Cazien had once known it. But profitable enough to pay ourselves actual salaries. Profitable enough to hire our first employee — a woman named Keisha who'd served eighteen months for check fraud and couldn't get hired anywhere else despite having a business degree. Profitable enough to start thinking about expansion. The café had become something more than a business. It had become a gathering place. A spot where the neighborhood came for good coffee and better pastries and the particular atmosphere of a space that felt like someone cared whether you had a good day. We knew our regulars by name and order. We remembered birthdays. We created the kind of small, deliberate community that only exists when people decide that mattering to each other is worth the effort. Cazien baked at fo
My Love, My Boss Lost Love
Cole & Wolfe had been open for three months when Jordan walked in. It was a Thursday in November. Mid-afternoon lull. The morning rush was over. The after-work crowd hadn't arrived yet. I was behind the counter doing inventory. Cazien was in the back prepping for the next day's pastries. The door chimed. I looked up. Jordan stood in the doorway. Thinner than I remembered. Hair longer. Wearing clothes that looked new but not expensive. They'd been released six months ago after serving fifteen months of their eighteen-month sentence. I'd seen the news coverage. Had wondered if they'd reach out. Had decided they probably wouldn't. But here they were. We looked at each other for a moment. "Hi," they said. "Hi." "I wasn't sure if I should come. But I was in the neighborhood. And I wanted to see what you'd built." They moved to the counter. "It's nice. Really nice." "Thank you." "Is he here?" "In the back. Want me to get him?" "Please." I went to the kitchen. Found
My Love, My Boss New Beginnings
We were sitting in Dr. Martinez's office on a Tuesday in late November when he said it. "I think I need my own space. Not permanently. Not as an ending. But as — a pause. A chance to learn to live alone before I learn to live with you." I felt something tighten in my chest. "You're leaving." "I'm not leaving. I'm creating distance so we don't destroy each other. I love you. But I'm realizing that I went from prison directly into your apartment and I never learned to exist on my own. I never learned to manage my own space or my own time or my own anxiety without defaulting to either structure or you. And that's not fair to either of us." Dr. Martinez looked at me. "How do you feel about this?" "Terrified. Like he's going to leave and realize he's better without me. Like three years of waiting was for nothing." "And is that what you think is happening?" she asked Cazien. "No. I think I need to prove to both of us that I can be a functional adult before I ask her to build a life w
My Love, My Boss Baby Steps
The first week was adjustment. Learning to share space. Learning to communicate needs. Learning to exist together after three years of managing everything through letters. He had nightmares. Woke up several times convinced he was back in his cell. I'd hold him until he remembered where he was. Until the panic settled. Until he could breathe normally again. He had trouble making decisions. Simple things — what to eat, what to wear, whether to go out or stay in — required more processing than they should have. Three years of structure had made autonomy feel dangerous instead of freeing. But he was trying. Going to therapy twice a week with a counselor who specialized in post-incarceration adjustment. Taking walks. Reading books. Slowly rebuilding the capacity to exist as a free person. By the end of the first week, he kissed me. We were in the kitchen. I was making coffee. He came up behind me and turned me around and kissed me with the slow deliberation of someone who'd bee
My Love, My Boss Meet My Mother
My heels smack against the marble floor of Wolfe Industries, sharp and rhythmic, like the pounding of my own heart as I make my way to Cazien’s office. Every step feels like a countdown, a warning shot echoing inside my chest. His text had come through ten minutes ago, curt and loaded. “Get to my
Last Updated : 2026-03-23My Love, My Boss Lost in the dark
I didn’t cry, because crying needed room to feel, and all I had was shock, like a heavy stone in my chest. I ran my fingers over my wrist, where the gauze sat soft and light. There was no scar, no mark from the crash, just a faint red line, like the world had fixed me too perfectly. It didn’t feel r
Last Updated : 2026-03-24My Love, My Boss Glass, Fire and Stillness
The air outside the Wolfe estate was cold and sharp, like a knife made of wind. It smelled of pine trees and faraway places, as if the big house behind us had sighed, and the world was waiting for something to happen. The tall trees lined the narrow, twisty road, their branches reaching out like the
Last Updated : 2026-03-24My Love, My Boss Dinner at the mansion
The car ride was too quiet. This silence had a certain type of weight, like something sharp was sitting between us - unsheathed but untouched. Even the city outside seemed to sense it wasn’t welcome here tonight. The blur of lights, the pulse of traffic - it all moved around the Wolfe car like a cu
Last Updated : 2026-03-23
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