Giselle was a straight shooter, so she half-filled her cup with tequila only and brought the cup to her lips.
“A technicality,” she murmured before taking a sip. “She’s got a bad attitude,” she said after swallowing.
Lou snickered. “Girl, and you would know!”
“I have every right to be upset. I was the one kept in the dark. She’s slinging shots at me based on her trifling ass mama who ain’t even here. So, remind me again why I should play nice with her simple ass?”
“Because she’s pretty much a kid and don’t know no better.”
“Whatever.” Her eyes rolled in annoyance as she and Lou turned to find Maisie.
When Giselle pivoted, she bumped right into a hard figure and almost spilled her drink. If it weren’t for the strong hands gripping her upper arms, she might have tumbled right into the grass. Her heels were no place for a block party, but she had to be extra as usual. Suddenly, the familiar tattoos left her eyes drifting up into familiar ones. Heavy. His touch sent a jolt right to her clit, and she removed herself from his embrace.
“My bad, princess,” his husky voice greeted her.
“Hey, Heavy!” Lou welcomed him with a hug.
“What’s good, Lou?” He slung an arm across her shoulders and pulled her into a quick embrace.
Turning his attention back to Giselle, he licked his lips and admired her in the peach outfit that contrasted perfectly with her skin. She was even finer than when he first saw her as she nervously shifted from one foot to the other.
“You met my cousin, Giselle, right?”
“Yeah. We got acquainted,” Heavy responded with a nod.
Lou picked up on something behind the way the two studied each other and how Giselle was acting like she’d been caught doing something wrong. Tipping her cup to her lips, she wondered what that was about.
“You got on the wrong shoes for this event, though.” He looked down at her French tip toes in the heels before peering back into her face.
“I didn’t plan on sticking around,” she rebutted. “Just long enough for Remi to get tipsy and think I got lost among all the people.”
“Heavy! Heavy!” A little boy ran up to him and tugged on his black T-shirt.
He was very casual in jeans and black leather Vinci sneakers. She knew the brand well. His jewelry was simple, a diamond clustered watch on his wrist and a platinum and diamond tennis chain draped across his chest. Both his and Giselle’s eyes wandered to Pierre bouncing on his heels at his side.
“The kids playing dodgeball, and it’s kids versus adults. You want to play?”
“Pierre, I told you not to come over here interrupting,” Prischa chastised, coming up beside Heavy in her purple sundress flowing effortlessly past her wide hips and complimenting her warm, bronze skin.
She picked up on the tension between him and Giselle from across the way, and when her son came and brought it to her attention, she couldn’t tear her eyes from them. Sizing one another up, Giselle and Prischa each held some lingering intimidation as Heavy cleared his throat.
“But, Mama, the game is about to start, and I want to play,” Pierre whined.
“Lil P, go over to the game, and I’ll send Viggo over. He like a big ass kid anyway,” Heavy reasoned.
“Yeah!” Pierre cheered and raced off to where the other kids and adults were picking teammates.
“Sorry about that,” Prischa muttered. “He gets so excited.” She watched Heavy scrutinize Giselle as she gulped more tequilaand let the warm liquid burn her throat. “I’m Prischa,” she introduced herself since it seemed like he wouldn’t.
Giselle tore her eyes from Heavy and studied Prischa so closely at his side. It was obvious something existed between the two, and now she knew why he had treated her with such disregard.
“Giselle,” she replied curtly.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” Prischa narrowed critical eyes at her.
The girl was gorgeous, but something somber rested behind her doe eyes.
“I’m just visiting. Nice to meet you.” She sauntered around Heavy, her body language very telling as her YSL perfume lingered in the air behind her.
