"Damn that's fucked up."
"I know," I muttered.
"Have you thought about pursuing catering again? I seen your cooking videos and other people love them. You got a cute lil' aesthetic goin' on. I think you'll do great."
"Nah. I don't think so. I'm too afraid to fail again and I'm sure my name is a hot commodity now and I don't think people want my pussy and booty fingers making their food," I joked, getting a heavy laugh out of him.
"I don't think people will be thinking about that shit. I don't see them mention it in your comments," he mentioned, while taking a bite out of his steak and cutting another piece.
"Maybe I'm afraid to fail I guess," I spoke with honesty as my eyes gazed into the distance.
"You're human, but how do you expect other people to believe in you, Sia, if you don't?"
My shoulders jumped. "I'm scared. I guess that's what it is."
His eyes grew wide. "You? Scared? That don't even sound right in the same sentence, love."
"I've grown comfortable with making porn the end-all be-all."
"But Sia it don't have to be. You know I have a successful landscape business. If my dick didn't get hard no more, I have something on the backend that brings in more than enough that I won't miss the shit I'm doing now from porn."
"Now it's your turn," I stabbed my fork in the air, pointing at him. "I want to know about you and Doc. How the fuck did that happen? Father and son, fucking the same girls. Y'all used to have After Dark in an uproar," I shrieked.
He shook his head while releasing a laugh and swiping his hands over his face.
"That shit wasn't planned at all."
"It's very interesting though."
"Girls he and I used to date mentioned the idea. This one bitch he used to fuck with, was cooking butt-ass naked for him in the kitchen. He was making a video. That shit was normal to me, but I wanted a bottle of water, so I walked downstairs. She saw me and motioned for me to come and join them. He wasn't against it, and that was the rest of it."
"For a while people called it incest." I couldn't tame the grimace look forming on my face but it was natural because of the topic.
"And that's where a level of education seems to be poor for people who think like that. Incest is when family members are engaging with each other. Surprisingly, I don't even know what that nigga's dick look like and we done tossed so many bitches together."
"Oh I've seen the videos," I giggled. "Is his marriage the reason he stepped back?"
"Yeah, Myla wouldn't have entertained him if he was still doing it, but he quit way before they even met. When he became a banker, he wanted to do that full time. He still owns his shares in the club."
Taking a sip of wine, I let the bitter taste kiss my throat. "And you? What's your story, playboy? Why aren't you married? Who hurt you?"
"Nobody hurt me. I just ain't been the type to put my eggs all in one basket. I can't be tamed."
"Then that makes two of us." I eyed him and sipped more wine.
"I never believed in the idea of love. I used to think that women were only built to be nutted on. I never took bitches I fucked seriously. I never even took it far enough to ask them for their name."
"So why are you wasting my time then?" I asked out of deep curiosity.
"'Cuz you're different."
"That's not a good answer."
"It's a great answer, it just ain't the one you lookin' for."
"It's a bullshit answer," I retorted back.
"It's one I'm giving you." Dose cut into another bite of steak and bit it off the fork while eyeing me. An intense gaze lingered between us both.
