I get into the car and slam the door before he can say a word. My cheeks are on fire with embarrassment. I can’t believe I just said that, but as I pull away from his house, I don’t wish to take the invitation back.
8
Darius
“You should come over.”
Her words are on repeat and no matter what I do to distract myself, nothing is working.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I want to get to know everything about her, but if I go around to her place tonight, I won’t be able to hold back my desire to have her.
“You’re not stressing over those Six-Nighter assholes, are ya?”
Glancing at Jermaine, I can’t help but glare.
“Like fuck I am.”
“Then what’s the face for? You’ve been throwing shade at the street for the last hour.”
There’s no point in talking to him about Amelia. Our views on women are too different for me to take his advice seriously. I can hear him now, “Fuck her and chuck her. She’s just a gash to sink into.”
Yet everything in my gut is telling me Amelia isn’t just a gash. She’s so much more than that. Like Jermaine, I don’t exactly have a bucket load of trust in women, but unlike him, I would like to settle down one day with a good woman and have my ownfamily and grow old and all that shit. Most days it’s a pipe dream. This life we lead doesn’t come with a long-life expectancy. Putting my beer down next to the chair, I heave myself up.
“I’m heading out. If you need me, call.”
“Where you going?”
I sigh. “Nowhere good, I’m sure.”
I ignore everyone on my way out and don’t bother saying anything to Clare and Tariq coming toward me.
“Hey!” Tariq calls out but I’m in my car and driving away before he can call out again.
Steering clear of the Six-Nighters turf, it takes me an extra fifteen minutes before I’m turning onto Gold Mile. I’ve changed my mind a handful of times, yet I pull up to her gates and press the intercom button.
It’s weird. Her father has gates to keep danger out yet the iron bars in front of me wouldn’t keep me out if I truly wanted in.
“Hello?”
Her voice comes through speaker, and I swallow. This is the last chance to leave but I lean closer to the open window.
“It’s me. Darius.”
The gates slowly open, and I drive toward the house. It doesn’t look any bigger than Clare’s but looks can be deceptive. The impressive size should blow my breath away but it’s only a house.
As I come to a stop, she steps out onto the steps and holds herself. She’s changed. Her tight black shorts and baggy hoodie have me vowing it wasn’t a mistake to come here. Any other girl would’ve dressed up.
This girl is going to be worth every consequence, and I don’t care how hard they come at me.
My step slows the closer I get to her and I’m relieved to see she looks just as nervous as I feel. I’m never nervous and I don’t know how to hold myself.
“I didn’t think you were going to show.”
“I had a few things to do,” I lie. “You still got the house to yourself?”
She nods and walks inside but I remain on the doorstep. When she realises I’m not behind her, she frowns.
“Why did you ask me over?”
