Page 15 of A Toxic Redemption

"Well, it just seems like since yourfriendcame into town, you've thrown us away. Plus, I know she's trying to sink her teeth into Loon."

"Trust me, teeth are the last thing I use on his fine ass. He doesn't like that." I could hear the cashier chuckle as I turned around. "I'm Kira's cousin, by the way. Even if I wasn't, what the fuck is it to either of you." I looked back and forth between Dumb and Dumber. "Y'all got some shit to say?"

"Actually, I do."

"Allison, be cool." Kira stood between us and warned. "At the end of the day, this is my cousin. Plus, y'all are not about to be arguing about Khalil. You and Alicia are sisters, and seeing y'all attempt to step down on someone about a man you both share is crazy."

"He was ours first!" the girl I now know as Alicia chimed in. These girls were really going out sad behind this man. They were both cute as hell, but clearly, that's all they had going for them because their brains were shot. "So you'd better back off!"

"Or what?" I smirked as I pushed Kira out of the way. "What the fuck you gone do? I will call that nigga right now and tell him to pull up and eat this pussy, and that's what the fuck he gone do."

"Yeah?" Alicia stood in front of her sister and asked. "Do it."

Handing Kira my shopping bag, I went into my purse and dug around until I found my cell phone. As I unlocked it, I strolled past the numerous missed calls and messages from Montel. Finding my contacts, I went to Khalil's and chuckled at him saving his number underBig Dick 'Lil.

"You know I'm not fucking with you, Luck," his raspy voice growled through the phone. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Really 'Lil?" I asked as the sisters smirked at his rudeness. "I was calling to see if you wanted to go to the water park, but never mind."

"Waterpark?" he asked, and I could tell he was moving around by all the noise he was making. "Girl, it's cold as fuck... wait. You trying to feed a nigga some pussy, huh?"

"You want to eat or not?" I grinned as the girls fumed. "I'm trying to fuck your nose, baby."

"Ditch Kira's pickle-headed ass and call me later."

"Bye, Khalil." I chuckled and disconnected the call. Both girls looked hurt, and I couldn't help but shake my head at them. There was no need in entertaining them.

"Kira, I need to finish shopping."

"I'll call you girls later." She gave them soft smiles as we left out of the store. We weren't far before we burst into laughter. "Devyn, you're an asshole just like that nigga."

"Cousin, I don't know why I felt inclined to do that, but please keep your friends away from me before I beat their asses." We were rounding the corner to go inside Neiman Marcus, and I groaned at the crowd. "I don't want that man, but I will surely keep that dick occupied on some petty shit if they want to takeit there. Now help me find an outfit so I can take a nap before I have to deal with Monty and all of his whining."

I've never been one to go back and forth about a man, and I refuse to start now. Allison and Alicia need to wake up and get a clue when it comes to Khalil. That man disrespects them at every turn, and they still want him. I'm not trying to be added to his roster, and I have no desire in wanting him for myself. If they keep playing with me about him, I will surely make it so he will be so busy sniffing behind me that they'll be a distant memory.

"You look really good tonight, Dee." Monty eyed me lustfully as he sat beside me at the table. "I appreciate you agreeing to this date."

I silently agreed as I looked over the rim of my glass of sweet tea. Dressed in a red halter dress, my slim, thick frame was turning heads tonight. My loose wave curls were popping, and my makeup was natural and flawless. I never really had to do too much, and even though I didn't want to go on this date, I knew I was going to look my best.

"I appreciate that." I softly smiled as I sat my drink down and glanced at him. "You look handsome tonight as well." That wasn't a lie because the crème-colored Armani button-down and jeans looked great on him. My compliment pleased Monty because he peered at me, showing all thirty-two pearly whites. "Thank you for bringing me here, too. I've always wanted to try Japanese."

To know that he listened to me on one of the rare nights I let him into my mind is shocking. There was this new restaurant I've been dying to try because not only do they make the food infront of you, but they also let you make your own. That's cute for a date night.

"I'm glad you gave a nigga a chance." Monty draped his arm over my shoulder. "I've been wanting to take you out for the longest, and all you do is fight a nigga on it." He frowned slightly as if he was in deep thought. "Like I'm some lame ass nigga or something."

"It's not even like that." I chuckled as our chef for the evening entered our dining room. A few other people were sitting with us, and I was glad. It made it seem less intimate. "I'm just always busy and not interested in dating anyone."

"Why, though?" He leaned back and looked me over. "You're fine as hell, make your own money, and are about your business. You deserve a man who worships you, girl."

"Hmm," I murmured, turning my attention to the cook. He was setting things up and greeting everyone around the table. "When the times come, I'm hoping I meet a man that's equally yoked with me. I haven't met that one yet."

"Wow," Monty huffed and removed himself from my space. "So you're basically telling me I'm wasting my time?"

"Have I ever made you think this would be more?"

"No, but—"

"What's up, everybody?"

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