“You better than me. You know, seeing as you’ll be eating your food and some of mine,” I teased.
“And the fact that you’re gonna let me is scoring you major points and a kiss.” She leaned forward with her lips poked out, and I met her halfway for the kiss.
“Lips soft as fuck,” I said, licking mine as I pulled back.
She smiled and cut into her lamb chop. We ate in silence for the most part, except for a few sexy ass moans Thyri let slip as she chewed. That shit had me so turned on, I momentarily tuned out the people in the restaurant just so I could concentrate on listening.
And then I heard my name.
“Enzo.” The voice cut through the moment I was having with Thyri.
I looked up slowly to find Kennedy walking over in a black leather dress and a full-length mink. This bitch wanted to be somebody so bad it was sick.
“I thought that was you when I walked in,” Kennedy continued, ignoring the coldness in my stare. Her eyes then slid to Thyri, who seemed unmoved by her presence. “Hi, I’m Kennedy,” she introduced herself. “I’m EJ’s mo…”
“Egg donor,” I completed her sentence before she could lie. “This is EJ’s egg donor, Ma.”
“According to you,” Kennedy countered.
“I think the last two years of his life is proof of that. I’m really not sure why you’re at this table right now. You know where I stand with you.”
Her fake ass smile thinned. “I know where you stand, but I came over here to let you know where I stand. I wanna see my son. And I feel that as two grown adults, we should be able to make that happen. Holding me to the past is not helping EJ at all.”
I looked across the table at Thyri, quiet and poised in her seat. She took a slow sip of her drink and returned my stare. Kennedy was trying to get an emotional response out of me, but I had nothing for her.
She went to speak again when some baldheaded, foreign looking ass nigga in a suit walked in our direction. I could tell by the way he walked up that he wanted the people in the restaurant to think he was someone important. He wrapped his arm around Kennedy’s waist, pulling her to him protectively.
“Darren,” he spoke with his hand extended to me.
Seeing that I hadn’t attempted to shake his hand, he continued.
“I’m Kennedy’s husband. It’s nice to meet you. Now I can finally put a face to the name.”
Something dark came over me as I sat up in my chair. “It’s never nice to see a nigga like me under circumstances like this. And the last thing your wife should be talking to you about is a nigga she used to get fucked by.”
Kennedy’s eyes widened, her husband’s turned to slits, and I could hear an ‘oh, shit’ from Thyri’s side of the table. Kennedy should’ve been the last one shocked about my response. Of the people gathered, she knew how lethal I could be.
“Excuse me?” Her husband final spoke up after taking a few seconds to process what I said.
I discreetly grabbed the knife on the table, or I thought it was discreet until I felt Thyri’s hand cover mine.
“Excuse me,” Thyri spoke up. “We were having a private dinner and would like to continue to do so.”
Although her tone was polite, there was no mistaking the ‘get the fuck on’ in it.
Kennedy’s ho ass husband blinked then nodded. “You’re right. We apologize for the intrusion. Come on, babe,” he said to Kennedy before guiding her away.
I caught Kennedy’s eyes as she looked over her shoulder one last time.
Exhaling slowly, I’d already put a plan in my head to see her again and not under the circumstance she nor her husband would like.
Thyri rubbed her thumb across my knuckles softly. “You want me to go beat her ass for you and EJ?”
Turning my head to her, I chuckled. “Nah. I don’t want my woman fighting. I got people who live for that kind of activity if it ever comes down to it. I want you to be beautiful and poised at all times.”
“Oouuu, yeah. You have a lot more to learn about me, Enzo. I’ve never been anyone’s dainty princess.”
I locked our fingers together and picked her hand up to kiss it. “Well, you can be my dainty queen.”
