Page 5 of Mia

“You don’t know what you’re missing. That wine is the best in the city.”

“I’m sure you’ll have enough for the both of us.”

He chuckled. “I probably will.” He reached out and grabbed my hand, then kissed it. “Did I already tell you how fucking beautiful you look?”

I have a playful smile. “You did. But tell me again.”

“You… look… so… muthafucking… good.”

He enunciated each word with kisses from my hand all the way up to my cheek. He turned my face to his and kissed my lips. I tried not to gag because this muthafucka disgusted me.

He pulled away and smiled at me.

“You tempt me so bad, Celeste. I just want to taste you.”

“I know you do. But as I’ve stated, I don’t play were I make my money.”

He kissed his teeth. “A woman as beautiful as you deserves to know pleasure.”

I smirked as I propped my head on my hand.

“I know pleasure very well, love.”

He grabbed my hand and examined it with a smirk on his face. “You must put these pretty little fingers to work, huh?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

He placed a hand on my thigh, slowly inching it up.

“Give it time. I’ll know you inside and out. I’m not a man that’s accustomed to hearing no. Eventually, I always get what I want.”

He kissed my neck as he squeezed my thigh. Someone cleared their throat, and I was so fucking happy to see our server.

“My apologies, Mr. DuPont,” she said, setting our drinks down. “There’s a phone call for you.”

He sighed heavily. “Okay. Please excuse me, love.”

He removed his hand and stood from the table. The warm smile I offered dropped as soon as he walked away. I dug into my clutch and grabbed my hand sanitizer and travel-sized baby wipes. I couldn’t get the feeling of his touch off me fast enough.

“Nasty fucker,” I mumbled.

“I’m shooting that bitch if he touches you like that again,” Emmon threatened in my earpiece.

I shook my head, grabbed my sparkling lemonade, and gulped it down.

“You’re doing good, baby,” my mother said in my ear.

“Mommy, I’m gonna throw up the next time he touches me.”

“I’m ready to shoot his ass for you,” DaVinchi muttered. “Son of a bi— oh shit.”

I touched the earpiece discreetly hidden by my curls.

“What? What is it?”

“Uh, sis. You got company.”

“What do you mean?”