I’d eaten here a couple times, but it was the usual burger type meal. When we got here tonight, Hestia told me to try the lamb chops, and she ordered a steak. Had I known the only reason that she told me to try the lamb chops was so that she could have steak and lamb chops, I would have ordered . . . the lamb chops.Who am I kidding?
“Don’t do that, Bread. I haven’t stopped you from eating any of your food.” She said that with three lamb chop bones on her plate. I only received five chops. I ate one, she ate three, and there was one more left. She was right. She didn’t stop me; she just ate them before I could.
I leaned to the side, then kissed her neck. My lips went to her ear. “Bread, huh? Tell me I’m getting on your nerves without telling me I’m getting on your nerves.”
That was the only time she called me by my nickname. Well, not the only time. When I was in that pussy in a special way that she liked, she called me Bread.
“Don’t feel bad. I don’t think I’ve tasted lamb chops here again after Dindi started eating them. If I want some, I have to come alone,” Zeus confessed. He side-eyed his wife, who sat beside him in the long booth that we were in.
I laughed because she was in her own world with a plate of chops in front of her. Either her cochlear was off or she chose to ignore him, because she didn’t miss a beat because of his words. An interesting fact that I learned tonight from the menu was that when you ordered their chops, there was a regular portion and a Dindi portion. The regular portion was five chops while the Dindi portion was eight. I was told that it appeared on the menu when she was pregnant with Zoren. She always asked for three extra chops and told other people it was the perfect portion.
“Don’t do my baby girl like that, Zeus,” Aaron said. He sat next to his wife further down the long family booth that we sat at. “The same way she is about those chops, you are about wings.”
Dindi’s fork paused in midair, and she looked down at her father. “Thank you, Daddy. He always has something to say, but I’m cool when I blink and my wings are gone.”
That answered my question on whether she ignored him or her cochlear was off. Since I was around more often, I saw her turn it off mid-conversation with no regard to the other person’s feelings or leftover words.
Everyone in earshot of the conversation chuckled. Zeus and Dindi’s relationship was like watching childhood best friends be in love. They had a mature love that allowed them to be comfortable enough with each other to be childish in a way that wasn’t negative or toxic. From watching my parents and their relationship, that was one of the best ways to be.
We sat, ate, and talked about different topics. My attention was pulled from conversation when a person came to the table and stood there. My eyes tightened when I realized who it was.
“Hey, Bread. You look handsome tonight.” Sweet Thang didn’t try to hide her flirtatious nature. “I haven’t seen you around as much lately. Seems like you’ve gotten caught up with Olympus pus?—”
“Bitch! Who the fuck are you playing with?” Melody was the first to speak up before Sweet Thang could finish her sentence.
I raised my hand to quiet the women who started to get worked up. I stood to my feet, which caused Sweet Thang to step back. I centered my mind to remind myself that I was a grown man whose morality understood that it was inappropriate to punch bitches in their throat. I was a man who loved to remain calm because when I wasn’t, anarchy was sure to ensue.
“I’m not sure if your audacity is at an all-time high or your intellect has finally bottomed the fuck out. Why in your rabid ass mind would you think it was alright to ever disrespect my woman?” My inner brows kissed as my arms crossed over my chest.
She stepped back a little more. All that big dog talk faded from her really quickly. You had to be careful when you sold wolf tickets. I was the kind of man that would buy one. “I . . . I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful. It’s just that it seems like more and more of our men are getting cozy withMt. Ofemales.”
Jin’jer’s burst of laughter caught everyone’s attention. “Girl, you said our men like your ass wasn’t just a King’s Kitty. Bitch, you don’t have a man. All those niggas have you.”
Damn!When Sweet Thang rolled her eyes and that hand went to her hip, I knew shit would get saucy. When Hestia stood up from the booth, I knew shit would get wild. My arm went around Hestia’s waist when she stepped in front of me. My lips went to her ear. In a low tone, I said, “Remember who you are, Dr. Basil.”
I felt her take a deep breath. “It’s always when I promise to work on myself that a bitch wants to come along and complicate the process. All I want to do is be an outstanding surgeon, love my family and man, get married, and have some babies. Here your goofy ass comes with bullshit statements to disrupt my plan.”
Sweet Thang sucked her teeth. “No one is disrupting anything. If your plan was so solid, there wouldn’t be any way for me to do that. Maybe you’re just worried that your man is missing this sweet thang.” She took her hand and cuffed her pussy.
My head bucked back. “Whore-heart, you are too old to lie on your sexual exploits. I have never been near that, so let’s not act like I have. You offered your sucking services at a steep discount of free, and I partook in it.”
Hestia shook her head. “Baby, you don’t have to even say anything.” She took a step toward Sweet Thang. “Let me tell you something. Stop playing with me before I make it a whole situation. I will severely injure you, perform your surgery, and bill the fuck out of your insurance, provided that your stupid ass has any. My advice to you is to redirect that whore energy toward the next bitch’s man because I’ll kill about mine.”
My mind tried so hard to stay focused, but my dick wanted me to bend my woman over in front of all these people and fuck the nerve-endings out of her pussy. If I was a female, I’d clap my thumb and middle finger together. She’d better kill for me because I would do the same for her.
The fear in Sweet Thang’s eyes surfaced. She glanced down the booth at Aaron Jr. “Are you going to let her talk to me like that?”
AJ pointed at himself before he looked around. “The hell do you expect me to do? Learn how to watch your damn mouth.”
“There was a time whenKittieswere held in high regard. We were enough when you niggas wanted to fuck on us more than your girls. Now, y’all—” Sweet Thang was about to stand firm on her whore box with a speech no one cared about, but her claim to dummy fame was cut off.
Hestia waved her off. “Girl, shut the hell up. You’re really out here making a stand on being a ho that sleeps with other women’s men.”
She looked around Sweet Thang, then called over security with her hand. Once they arrived, she gave directions. “Please escort her out and ensure that she leaves the premises. Also, add her to the trespass list.”
Oh, Sweet Thang’s mouth dropped open more than when she had a dick in it. “Are you fuckin’ serious? I have a right to be here with the rest of my club.”
No one responded as she fought against security and yelled out stupidity. I kissed Hestia’s temple. “Sit down, Killa.”
