Being that he was thirty-five, he tried not to deal with women under a certain age, but age didn’t even make people mature. Though he always stressed that he was married, women still came in determined to put it on him, make him fall in love, and think they could make him forget about Cheyenne. It hadn’t happened yet. Canyon appreciated Yohana’s answer, and dinner went well. They laughed and got to know each other and once the night ended, he wished he could take her home, but she had earned more respect out of him than that.
“Is it too much to ask to see you again?” He was hopeful, while she was flattered and unsure.
Her not wanting anything and him being married, could only keep things platonic for so long before feelings got involved. Any straight woman with two eyes would be attracted to Canyon unless she liked ugly men. How long could they do the just friends, two adults conversing thing? Technically, they were both still married and still very much wrong in the eyes of most. But she had enjoyed him, and she let that and only that, be the deciding factor. “Yes. You can see me again.”
“You take birthdays very seriously, huh?” Heiress asked Amar when they entered her apartment after their date. They had a wonderfully expensive meal and ran through two bottles of champagne. She felt really good, and she knew the weed that he was rolling up would make her feel even better. The plan was to make their last night together count. It had to be their last time together.
Amar shrugged passively. “I take a lot of things seriously. Especially the happiness of people that I really fuck with. Did you enjoy your evening?”
Heiress smiled wide. “I did. I’m glad I got to spend time with you, actually. So, umm I’m going to be going to Chicago for a while.”
Amar looked over at her curiously. “Word? What’s a while?”
“I’m not sure. My grandmother is sick, and my grandfather is trying to take care of her alone. The kids they have there aren’t ‘bout shit. I’m going to check it out and who knows, I might like it. I’m just gon’ play it by ear being that I can work from anywhere.”
Amar nodded. They weren’t in a relationship. If she didn’t feel the need or the desire to stay for him, then he for sure wouldn’t beg. Amar knew that she was fighting falling for him, and he hadn’t said one word over all these months to try and convince her otherwise. If his actions didn’t speak for themselves, then she had to do whatever would make her feel better. If she decided to stay in Chicago, he would miss her, but life would indeed go on. Amar couldn’t spend forever paying for the mistake the last nigga made.
Heiress’s heart ached as she watched him light the blunt. She was going to Chicago, but she was only staying for a week. She would lay low once she got back and let Amar think she was still gone. Heiress was doing it for his own good. If he met someone else and was all into them, then he’d forget about her and all of her issues. She hated the fact that she let Kevin mess her up so bad, but she didn’t know how to fix herself.
He passed her the blunt, and she took a deep pull. They sat in silence for a moment and by her third toke, Heiress’ head was reeling. With a lick of her lips, she leaned forward and placed the blunt in the ashtray on her coffee table. “Amar.” She said his name in a low tone, but he heard her loud and clear.
“What’s good?” he peered at her through hooded lids.
Heiress took a few moments to take him in. All of him. He was so sexy and so good to her. As fucked up as she was, he had comforted her through plenty nightmares and never grew tired of her bullshit excuses. She became somewhat self-conscious when his eyes slid up to her scar. She didn’t know that it was his reminder to be patient with her. “Come here please.”
She didn’t care if she was begging. Heiress would allow herself to be vulnerable this one time. This one last time. Amar sat back. He had done enough chasing. “You come here.”
Heiress wasted no time climbing onto his lap. She draped her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his. The kissthat they shared was sensual and passionate. It was deep and borderline aggressive. It turned her on so much that she moaned in his mouth as their tongues continued to dance. From there, they ended up in bed. One hour and two orgasms later, he was kissing her on the lips and leaving. Normally, he would have spent the night. With a heavy heart, Heiress concluded that she had finally succeeded at pushing him away. It was what she wanted, so she for the life of her couldn’t understand why she was crying.
CHAPTER 7
“Everything was good with ole girl?”Canyon asked Diric at their weekly meeting.
“Yeah. I’m going to get her today and let her go to the spot. I have the time to baby-sit her ass for the few hours it will take her to cut and bag the shit.”
Canyon gave a slight head nod. “I need her to take those ten pounds to Virginia to Jose. I normally pay Marissa $1,000 to run shit out of state so once she handles VA, I’ll need her to make one more run to South Carolina, and we’ll be good. Any word on bitch ass Xander?”
Amar spoke up. “Nigga still breathing but word is, he gon’ have to learn how to walk again and all that good shit. He good and fucked up.”
“Good.” Canyon gave no fucks, and he wasn’t worried about the fact that Xander survived. He had better be grateful that he did survive and not try any dumb shit. He should have already known how shit was gon’ go when he felt bold enough to cross Canyon.
“I’m done with all my clientele. I’ll be chilling for the next week unless something comes up. The first of the month, I’m heading to Colombia. Amar, I need you on this trip.”
Amar nodded. “Bet.”
Canyon wouldn’t sell less than five pounds. He had a good twenty customers from NC, SC, VA, and GA that he sold to including Amar and Diric. Amar and Diric sold to the users and the lower-level dealers. The niggas that wanted ounces and shit. The ‘spot’ that the heroin was cut and bagged in was really Amar and Diric’s spot, but they were a team. They usually paid females to do the shit for them, so Raven could work in there to help clear Xander’s debt. Canyon didn’t mind helping his team. When Canyon would re-up, he always served Amar and Diric first.
He always took someone to Colombia with him because even though his plug was cool, going there alone would be dumb. Though Canyon still felt he had a few more years of the game in him, he was still trying to make the decision of who to pass the plug down to. Diric and Amar were team players, and they were loyal. He didn’t see either one of them getting angry from his choice, but that didn’t make the job any easier. Canyon moved around 350 pounds a month. At $18,000 a pop, he was a very rich man.
The men concluded their meeting and went their separate ways. A few people had hit Amar’s phone, and he was going to go get that money. “You trying to watch the game at 7?” Diric asked him.
Amar looked down at the watch on his wrist. It was 5. “Yeah. I’m gon’ make a few plays then you can meet me at Friday’s.”
“Bet.”
Amar drove through the city with much of nothing on his mind. He was pretty much always in grind mode. Just when it crossed his mind to maybe attempt to settle down, Heiress hit him with the news that she was leaving town. There was no shortage of women trying to get at him and while he had no plans to wife any of them, he wouldn’t have a problem staying entertained. One of the chicks on his team actually worked at
Friday’s. Amar would no doubt be able to bounce back from the loss that was Heiress. It wasn’t the first time he ran across a female with issues, but it was the first time he felt like he was more into a woman than she was him. Well, there was a first time for everything.
