“Why?”
“My driver needs to get my parents back home, so I’m going to ride with you.”
“So you wanted to call Benjamin out for not having enough money to pay the bill, and now you want to ride in my car,” Marissa rolled her eyes.
“Shit, you ain’t said nothing,” I grinned, pulling out my phone to text Wayne.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ll send my parents an Uber to get back to their car. I won’t give you the opportunity to put me in the same category as a nigga who ain’t about shit,” I replied as Wayne pulled from the parking lot on the side of Oleans to the curb a few feet away from us.
“No, don’t leave your parents stranded,” Marissa pleaded, shooing Wayne off with a quick flick of her hand. “We can drive in my car, but I’m driving.”
Wayne only took direction from me, so he still placed the truck in park and exited the truck to open the door.
“Nah, come get this princess treatment. I ain’t never let a woman drive me around in my life, so I understand where you coming from,” I commanded, leading her to the truck.
“No, I can drive. It’s no big deal. You let your guard down and allow me to drive you, and I’ll let my guard down to enjoy whatever you had in mind,” she negotiated, planting her feet as we stood just a step away from the truck.
Marissa gave me a quick glance, then turned and made her way to the parking lot, her heels clicking against the pavement with every confident step toward her car. My eyes inadvertently landed on her round ass, and I was mesmerized by her walk in person. A soft chirp echoed as Marissa tapped her key fob, and the Bentayga’s headlights blinked to life. She went for the driver’s door, and I quickly redirected her towards the passenger seat.
“Change of plans, I’ll drive because it’s going to be too much to direct you everywhere,” I suggested.
“Well, what all do you have planned?”
“You’ll see,” I grinned, opening the passenger door. She hesitated for a moment, staring up into my eyes. Now that we were up close without all the arguing she did whenever we were close, I could tell she was about five-three. From the way I had to look down at her, I had damn near a foot on her. “We letting our guards down right? I won’t steer you wrong.”
She finally moved her feet and allowed me to assist her into the car. I shut her door and rounded the car, pulling out of the parking lot with a smile on my face. A comfortable silence filled the car for a few blocks.
“You always snatch women out of restaurants like that?” She queried, her tone sharp but low.
Not angry but genuinely curious. I glanced over her since we were sitting in stopped traffic. She was admiring my face, but swiftly diverted her attention like she didn’t want to give me that type of satisfaction.
“Nah, Ion never chase but I can tell you worth it.”
She scoffed under her breath, turning her face toward the window as I followed the flow of traffic. “That’s a bold assumption considering we don’t even know each other.”
“I’m about to fix that. What do you want to know?”
“Well, I sat through your speech last night, so I know what your occupation is,” she stated before gently tapping her chin. How about your last name?”
“My apologies, allow me to formally introduce myself. I’m Yaseer Haynes. But you can call me whatever the fuck you want as long as I’m the only nigga you’re calling.”
“I’m married,” she blurted like it was breaking news. Even if she was happily married, I’d still be stepping all over that shit because there was just something about Marissa that I couldn’t shake.
“You’re going through a divorce,” I corrected. “And Ion give a fuck about that nigga he fucked up and I’mma luck up.”
She bit back a grin. “I’m married, and out on a date with a man who isn’t my husband who you embarrassed in front of the entire restaurant.”
“Embarrassed?” I raised an eyebrow and glanced at her for a moment. “You were pulling out your own card, beautiful. You deserved better than that.”
“I was prepared to handle it. I didn’t need you to save me.”
“I didn’t do it to save you. I did it to get that weak ass nigga out of your face without me catching a case.”
That quieted her and she turned to face the window again. “You broke into my suite with a masseuse like that’s normal. Now you’re ruining my dates.”
“I thought my gestures were thoughtful,” I shrugged.
