“Bitch, move,” I snapped as I grabbed the woman by the hair and shoved her sideways.
She yelped, arms swinging behind her, before she caught herself on the edge of the booth.
“That was uncalled for,” Booda said with a low laugh as he rose from the booth. “You can’t just go around snatching bitches up.”
I folded my arms immediately. “Watch me.”
His grin widened beneath the shadow of his hood. “She wasn’t bothering me.”
“She was bothering me,” I shot back.
Booda looked amused by the entire situation, which only made me more irritated.
“We not even together,” I continued, more to myself than him. “So I don’t even know why I care.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, crazy bitch?” the woman frowned, looking me up and down.
I heard her but chose to ignore her because Booda was still my main focus.
“Didn’t you just say we wasn’t together? That’s the reason why you should care,” he said to me, paying the woman no mind as well.
“Well, I do, and I shouldn’t have to remind you of how I give it up. That disrespectful shit will never fly with me.”
Booda smirked, his dimple sinking deep into his cheek as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “You jealous?”
“Yes,” I snapped without shame.
Booda chuckled, and his chest puffed out a little more.
“Bitch, are you serious right now?” the chick butted in again.
I turned to face her fully, taking in the glitter on her skin and the cheap extensions twisted up in her hair. She was pretty enough, I guess, if you liked that desperate look.
“Dead serious,” I said flatly.
Booda’s hand found the small of my back, and even that light touch sent heat coursing through me. He guided me slightly away from the girl, his body angling so he was between us without making it obvious that was what he was doing.
“Just be glad I’m giving you a chance to move around. Shit can get ugly, and you’re too cute for that. If you wanna stay that way, you’ll go about your business,” I warned, because not even Booda could keep me off her head if she didn’t leave.
The girl stared at me for another second, and I watched the emotions move across her face one by one. First confusion, then irritation, then something more cautious once she realized I wasn’t joking.
“Man, whatever,” she said finally, smoothing her hair back into place before throwing one last irritated look my way and walking off toward the bar.
I watched her leave before turning toward Booda. He was still grinning.
“What?” I snapped.
“You crazy.”
“And you enjoyed every second of that shit,” I shot back immediately.
His grin widened instead of fading. “I ain’t say all that.”
“You ain’t have to.”
Booda leaned back against the booth, his eyes slowly crawling over me.
“You look good,” he praised, and I could tell he meant every word.
