Page 14 of Promise Kept

I grab Ellis’s left arm and hug it tight.

You know, just for appearances.

Make this mama calling, nipple sucker think I’m with Ellis.

I quickly notice how strong Ellis’s forearms are.

Like… damn…

“I didn’t know,” the guy says, showing his hand. “Okay? I was talking. She was flirting…”

“Fuck you, flirting?” I call out. “You asked to suck on my tits!”

“You said what?” Ellis growls.

His right hand shoots out and grabs the guy’s shirt.

Ellis tosses the guy away from the bar like he’s a toy.

The guy would totally fight Ellis - or try to - but there are a couple bouncers right there to grab the guy and drag him out.

“Yeah, that’s right!” I yell. “Take his lame ass out of here!”

“Hey, hey, hey, relax…”

Ellis grabs my hand and lowers it.

I look at him.

Dead in the eyes.

I have the wild urge to kiss him.

I’m talking right on the lips.

My lips to his.

It’s funny because of all the times he’s kissed me.

You know… the sweet… almost family… kind of kisses.

Kisses to the cheek. Kisses to my forehead. Kisses to the top of my head.

And how many times did I call him Uncle Ellis?

It should legit make me cringe, right?

It doesn’t.

It kind of turns me on.

Ellis is not my uncle.

I don’t care that Ellis is almost twice my age.

And I don’t care that my father and Ellis are best friends.

Or is it ‘were’ …

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