I sipped on the vodka through the straw and nodded a little bit.
He scooted up onto one of the black stools and called the bartender over. This man was on the prowl and had set me in his sights. Boy, was I not in the mood. My phone started to ring. It vibrated and shook in my hand, Thierry's name bounced up.
"Boy bye," I rolled my eyes.
"That your man calling?" Gold Fangs asked.
"Something like that."
I shrugged and he gave a smile.
"What you drinking on lil mama?"
"Vodka spritzer," I never looked up.
It almost seemed as if my indifference was turning him on. He scooted in a little closer. He smelled like weed and some high fashion men's cologne.
"Why don't we go somewhere quiet and talk?"
I turned and arched an eyebrow. "I'm just trying to enjoy my drink."
"Bring it with you..."
This man was relentless. I sucked the last of the vodka through the straw and hit the bartender up for another.
"No thanks," I replied.
"Oh you one of those bougie bitches," he said a sneer forming.
"Miss Diamond, we got a problem over here?"
Turning I looked over my shoulder and found one of the corner boys who worked for my daddy, Jamal, standing there. He had raised his shirt up just a little bit and Gold Fangs took notice. There was a gun tucked into the waistband and while I had no idea how he'd gotten a gun past security, I didn't care.
"I don't want no trouble."
"I'm good Jamal," I said. "Thank you."
He gave a head nod and went back over to where he was with some other people. That was the thing about being John Knowles's daughter, everybody knew your ass. Gold Fangs whispered, "Bitch," and then removed himself from my presence.
Left in peace, I went back to my scrolling. I was leaving likes on everybody's pictures. Somebody I knew back in the eighth grade had given birth to their third child in three years. My likes were flying around like a whirlwind.
Just when I was in the middle of reading some juicy gossip between two women arguing over the boyfriend they didn’t realize they had been sharing, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Figuring it was Gold Fangs back for another round of being ignored, I turned and found Thierry.
“What the fuck, Diamond?”
For once, my mouth didn’t want to move.
He had tracked me down to The Mercury. I would bet my last thousand dollars in the bank, that my best friend had given me up. I took him in, he was clean-shaven and had on a dark suit with no tie.
“I cooked dinner. I’ve been waiting for you to get home for hours. And you’re here doing what?”
“Doing whatever the fuck I want,” I regained my composure.
It was about to get loud at The Mercury. We were already getting looks because the bartender had thrown a towel over his shoulder and was leaning to take it all in.
Before he spoke again, he had started to rub at the bridge of his nose. “I just don’t understand. If you wanted to go out could you at least have called and said it? You ignored every single one of my calls. And according to Treyanna, we’re fighting.”
