“I hear you,” I grinned, though I was torn to shreds inside.
Then I pulled away to continue trotting along, leaving him behind to approach the food truck that read, “Island Bites” painted on the side. The smell of fried food and spices made my mouth water. I’d never skipped breakfast or went this long without eating on something.
While looking over the menu, I ordered a bit of everything—conch fritters, oysters, shrimp, fried pickles—everything! Syx ate off my plate like a bird.
We sat on the a nearby bench overlooking the water. For the most part he was silent like he was in deep thought until I spoke up.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Wassup?” His head shot in my direction as he leaned back on the bench extending his arms. His ivory knitted shirt was unbuttoned giving me and every other girl who walked by a fish eye shot.
“What do people do when they leave here?”
His bushy brows furrowed in confusion. “Whatchu’ mean?” he asked as he adjusted the tinted Dior shades on his head.
“What I mean is what I asked? Do you do follow ups?”
“Nah, ‘cause I make sure they’re fully satisfied when they leave.”
“I thought you said you have other people here who work for you?” I inquired.
“I did and before they board, they see me. It’s sort of like a one on one.”
“Are they around here now?” My head snapped in every direction, looking for a sea of guys who mimicked his build.
“Nah, everything goes down in a club, that’s more secluded.”
Hinting at what he was putting down, I nodded my head as I bit into another fritter. “Ohhhh, so it’s like some Pandora’s Box type shit?”
“If that’s what you want to call it,” he shrugged as his pink tongue escape his mouth to graze over his lips. “It’s invite only.” He added on.
“Why hadn’t I gotten an invite then? Were you planning on keeping me trapped in the beach house.”
“Not at all Nyne. I pulled your profile. Had the other guys did it, you’d be with them, doing whatever, letting them suck and lick on you whenever.”
“Why’d you choose my profile then, if you’re the boss and you have the option to toss me to the side?”
Syx studied me for a second, withholding back a response that might’ve sounded critical until I forced him to say what was on his mind.
“I’m listening.”
“I wanted the challenge,” he admitted. “You’re the first women to inexperience an orgasm. Most women know what they want and they pay for a good time, but you’re different.”
“Bullshit,” I snapped, not trying to be play into his antics of shit talk and lies that most women fall for.
“It’s the truth,” he held up his hands in mock surrender. “I wouldn’t lie to you. I ain’t got shit to lie about.”
I pursed my lips after I swallowed, trying to sniff out a lie anyway, despite his best efforts to tell the truth. Though he wasright, he had nothing to lie about. He’d already gotten paid, so even if he did, I couldn’t complain about it.
“All women want is some good dick,” he continued.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“You don’t have to, but you’d be surprised.”
“So, I take that as a no?” My arched brow raised, because I was tempted to enter Pandora’s Box at this point. Emma hadn’t mentioned much about it.
“No, what?”
