“Yeah, that muthafucka is pressure.” He claimed, while licking his lips. “We gotta order more.”
I arched a brow. “We?” “Yeah. Me and you.”
I shook my head.
“What you shaking your head for?”
“Cause. You’re so damn bossy. Just like you ordered my damn food for me.”
His face was expressionless. “You ate it, didn’t you?”
I peered down at the food in front of me. I’d had fried lobster tails, crab fingers drenched in butter sauce. Grilled stuffed shrimp. Creole boiled jumbo shrimp. And lobster mac and cheese.
Everything had been delicious and I was planning on taking the remainder home to eat in the middle of the night.
“Everythingwasgood,butstill.”
“Still what?” He placed a hand on my thigh.
I cut my eyes at him. “Why do you keep touching me like that?”
“Cause.” He massaged my thigh. “I want to.”
My eyes trailed off, as I spotted Lucy, Too Low’s cousin. “Fuck,” I grumbled. “I hope she didn’t see me.”
“Who?” Face glanced around. “This girl named Lucy.”
Hesuckedhisteeth.“Youaintgotnothingtoworryabout.
Trust me.”
“Why you say that?” I gazed into his eyes.
“Cause she got a man at home, but be meeting my nigga in a room every weekend. He’ll keep her ass in line. I promise.”
I bucked my eyes. “Welp, tell me something.”
“Oh, I can tell you something, alright.” He nodded. “Your ass aint going home tonight.”
I pursed my lips. “Ion know ‘bout all that. I have to catch some calls, and you’ve already shown me that you can’t keep it player.”
“I can,” he claimed. “But that behavior is reserved for the hoes.”
Immediately, my eyes skated over to the girls, and they were both too engrossed into their phones to pay any attention to our conversation.
I lightly laughed. “Boy, you a trip.” I took another sip from my drink.
He leaned in to speak in my ear. “I’m trying to eat that pussy from the back. So, stop playing.”
Grabbing his face, I directed his head sideways, and spoke in his ear. “Ion know what type of timing you on, but thisaintyour pussy. So, you just can’t have it whenever you want.”
“I beg to differ,” he whispered. “You fucked up, when you gave me a reason. Had you just apologized for denting my car, then maybe none of this would be happening, right now.”
I sighed. “Okay. Then I apologize.” He smirked. “It’s too late now.” “And what does that mean?”
“It means that I’m applying major pressure. Until I get every-thing I want.”
Hearing that, a chill crept up my spine. “And what do you want?”
