I parted my mouth to speak then suddenly my throat felt so dry, that even swallowing didn't help.
"Um I?—"
"Why you out with this flea-lookin' motherfucker anyway?" Dose cut me off, still mugging me. "We had plans tonight, love."
"Dose, please!" My head shook.
"Please what," he grimaced.
"Can we talk about this in private?"
Beno's eyes turned into slits.
"I promise this won't take long."
I stood up and adjusted my dress. Before Dose stood, he mugged Beno and put his gun in the air and made childlike noises, as if he was firing shots, scaring him half to death.
Fah! Fah! Fah!
On shaky legs I walked to the restroom, ignoring the long stares from people. I arrived in the restroom long before Dose did, brushing past the group of women so I could splash water on my face. When the door swung open a millisecond after me, I heard women gasp as they exited, leaving me and Dose alone.
I could feel him standing behind me, shortly after. His dick was pressed up against my butt like it belonged there. Beforeeither of us could say anything I turned on the faucet and glanced at him through the mirror. He was still fine as hell, even in this moment, when I couldn't stand the sight of him.
Everything about him seemed carefully put together. His fresh taper was sharp and clean, the crisp lines blending seamlessly into a well-groomed beard that framed his jaw perfectly. Dark ink stretched up the side of his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his Adidas windbreaker. The jacket concealed most of the tattoos on his arms, but the ones that snaked down his wrists and across his hands remained visible, intricate designs curling over his knuckles and reaching all the way to his fingertips.
His lips were soft-looking, naturally pink, and impossible not to notice whenever he spoke. Beneath thick lashes, his eyes were heavy and hazy, carrying a relaxed confidence that made it difficult to look away.
Nonetheless, anger seethed through me, igniting a raging fire between us. Turning around swiftly, I pushed him as hard as I could, but it didn't seem to faze him nor did he lose his footing.
"Jackass," I snapped.
He thumped me across the forehead making me scowl. "Wanch!"
"How the fuck did you find me?"
"You ain't in a place where you don't want to be found, love," he chuckled, while running a hand over his hair. Every move he made, the material from the windbreaker sounded off. There were also specks of rain on it. "This was the best that nigga could do?" He grimaced. "You don't even look like the type to stoop that low."
I folded my arms over my red, buttery silk dress. "What does it matter to you! Don't be coming at me like you have an elite roster, nigga! You fuck with some low-income-housing-ass hoes!" I argued back.
He nodded his head, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "What did that nigga do to get you to pop out wit' him?" He asked. "Is that yo nigga? Tell me right now and I'll fall the fuck back 'cause I'll never get between you and another nigga's business."
I frowned in disgust at his tone. He said it like all a nigga had to do was something in order for me to step out, but I mean yeah, that's the case, but he didn't have to say it like that.
"Dose, fuck you. He ain't have to do shit."
"So why you ignoring my calls and shit for! Fuck is you on!"
"Nigga you invited me to a sex dungeon! That's not a good first date!"
"Shit, I can't tell, when you fit the category!" He spat, with a look of regret etched on his face.
Regardless of hearing the truth, it still stung nonetheless. I raised my hand so far back and slapped the shit out of him. That's one of the things I hate about being in the industry because of the stereotypes made by my own kind. Men see me as a sex symbol and forget that I'm human too and I have standards. It's morally the reason why I'm so guarded over my heart and I don't pour into men. It's why I've gained financial success because I don't want to have to depend on anyone.
Dose caressed his cheek and turned his eyes into slits, but he didn't raise the other hand to hit me.
"You know I ain't mean that shit."
"Nigga you meant what the fuck you said!" I retorted.
