“You let me deal with that.” He kissed her lips. “You don't have to worry about Daysha. I got shit under control.”
“And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“How are you going to navigate in your position? With me getting out of this marriage and being with you, how would that look?”
Noble deliberated for a moment. He didn’t answer to anyone. Jovanis would likely be in his feelings, but they had an understanding. If anyone questioned him about his personal life, he would handle it however he saw fit. The days of battling between being the general and being in love with Irish were gone. He wasn’t concerned and neither should she have been.
“Don't worry about me. Worry about how I’m about to fuck you all over this room.”
She grinned, biting her bottom lip. “Oh, is that your plan?”
He pulled her on top of him, rubbing her ass through her bikini bottoms.
“You know that’s what I’m on. I need some more of my pumpkin spice.”
Irish slithered her tongue inside his mouth, eliciting his erection to grow.
“I’ll give you unlimited pussy as long as you let me ride you, Papa.”
Rio entered the restaurant, eyes scanning the interior until he spotted her. He walked over, trying to calm his nerves that had surprisingly made an appearance. He never thought he’d be on a hunt for a woman that wasn’t Cali. She had been so engrained in his life that it took more than prayer for her to leave his system.
“Hey,” Rozalin greeted him, wearing a wide grin.
She rose, giving him a friendly hug. She smelled like heaven as she drew back, flashing a dazzling smile at him.
“You look good,” he complimented, noticing that the emerald-green dress was a perfect contrast against her brown skin.
“Thank you,” she gushed, taking a seat.
“Let me sit right there,” he requested.
“Oh, sure.”
They switched seats, giving Rio a better view of the entrance and she sat across from him. He admired her short pixie cut and light makeup that complemented her face well. When the waitress approached, Rio ordered a glass of water and her a margarita.
“So, I had been waiting for your call, but you took too long.” Playfully, she rolled her eyes. “So, I hit you up myself.”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been busy.”
“I get it.” She angled her head, smiling from ear to ear. “So, how’s life been after divorce?”
“Peaceful,” he partially lied.
Rio was on the road of peace, but he hadn’t reached the destination because Cali wouldn’t leave his mind. As much as he hated her, he didn’t understand why the ghost of Cali wouldn’t stop haunting him.
“That’s good. I know going through a divorce was not easy.”
“You ever been married?” he changed the subject.
Shaking her head, she confirmed, “No, I unfortunately haven’t.”
He narrowed his eyes. “How old are you?”
Jokingly, she gasped. “You're not supposed to ask a woman her age.”
“Man gone with that shit,” he joked, making her laugh. “How old are you?”
