Page 7 of A Toxic Redemption

"What?" I threw my head back and laughed. People were starting to stare, but I couldn't care less. "I've met his cousin, and he is not for me either," I barely got out between laughs. "Girl, what was that to say?"

For a moment, she looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. Shit, with tears running down my cheeks, I'm sure it seemed that way. I could barely breathe from the fit of giggles that consumed me. Lori isn't the only one who judges me for using niggas and ditching them like the trash they are, so I shouldn't be shocked at her statement.

"Are you done?" She sported a frown on her pretty face as she mugged me. "You know as well as I do that what I said was nothing but the truth," she huffed as she removed her loose curls from her face. "I have never in my life seen someone as nonchalant as you when it came to these men."

"I give them the time of their lives, and I send them on their way." I shrugged. "What else is it that I'm supposed to do?"

"Oh my gosh." She looked around and waved the server over for another drink. "Why do you have to be so fuckin' hard and nonchalant about everything? It's okay to let someone love your mean ass, Dee."

"She doesn't want that shit for real because she keeps running from a nigga."

Hovering over our table was none other than Khalil. He looks much better than he did a week ago, and I was glad for that. I haven't been to Kira's house since in fear of running into him again. I wasn't scared because of feelings or anything like that. I'm trying to spare him from the craziness that comes with fucking with me. Yeah, he has his harem, but that's nothing compared to how this pussy will have him.

"Khalil, it's nice to see you're okay." I nodded toward his arm.

He was wearing a hoodie, and I assume the pain was at a minimum. The olive-green hoodie looked good paired with his denim Levi jeans and a fresh pair of Timbs. His one Cuban and diamond studs shined bright under the restaurant lights. Not to mention the smell of his cologne was causing my pussy to leak.

"Shit, I'm doing better now that I see your fine ass." He smirked and bit his bottom lip before he dragged his eyes over to Lori. "You're not a hoe or anything, right? Like, I want to fuck the shit out of Luck, but I don't want to have to knock your head off your shoulders because you're trying to suck my dick on the sly."

"Excuse me!" Lori yelped. "Bino and I are dating."

"Oh yeah?" He nodded and bulldozed his way into my side of the booth. "Good to know, I guess?"

"He hasn't mentioned me?" she asked with a raised brow and folded arms. "I mean, we're not serious or anything, but I thought for sure he mentioned Lori."

"Girl, me and my cousin don't sit around and discuss our hoes." He waved her off as he dipped one of my chips in salsa. "I didn't come over to talk to you, anyway." Khalil put his attention back on me. "I came to talk to Lucky and see when she was going to stop playing with a nigga and let me rub my nose in her pussy like a bloodhound. I'm trying to drown in that tsunami."

"Friend, you've been fucking with Loon's crazy ass and didn't tell me?" Lori smirked. "Let me find out this is why you don't want to be serious with Montel."

"Who?" He looked back and forth between us. I groaned as I sank into the booth. "Who the fuck is Montel?"

"We're not about to sit here and discuss our hoes," I spat as Lori snickered, and she went into her purse, but I stopped her.

"I got it, friend." I went into my wallet and pulled out my debit card. "Wait for me, and I will walk you out. You know people are crazy on this side of town."

"Nah, you're finna sit here while I eat." Khalil shook his head and looked over the menu. "She can walk herself out. Those wide-ass shoulders are all the protection she needs."

My hand flew over my mouth as my friend's face transformed into nothing less than pure horror. Lori is the prettiest thing to me. She's less than five feet tall with blemish-free caramel skin. She was a little on the chunky side, but she wore it well. Her shoulder-length curls caused people to ask if it was a wig everywhere we went. Not only was she pretty as hell, but lil' baby was stacked.

"Why did you say that to her?" I slapped his shoulder as Lori stormed out with people looking to see what was wrong. "I don't even play about my best friend."

"And I'm not about to play with that pussy. So what's up?"

The look of lust in Khalil's eyes let me know he meant everything he said. Leaning forward, I placed my left hand on his left thigh. I moved it upward until I felt the thick bulge that I wanted badly to be buried deep inside of me. Who was I to deny him of the pleasure we would create? Shit, who am I to deny myself?

"There's nothing on that menu that's going to fill you more than this pussy, baby," I whispered in his ear as I rubbed andgroped his erection. "Follow me, and I have a five-star meal that will definitely have you coming back for more."

No other words were spoken as Khalil went into his wallet and paid for my and Lori's lunch. He rose from the booth and yanked me up with him. Maneuvering through the patrons as if our asses were on fire, I couldn't control my laughter at how serious he was in this moment. With my hand in his, I allowed him to walk me outside and throw me into the passenger seat of his vehicle.

I hope he was ready for all the pussy he could eat. If he wanted fine dining, I had a dish that was for sure a top-tier delicacy.

CHAPTER

THREE

KHALIL

"Make yourself comfortable,"Luck spoke as we entered her apartment. The shit was girly as a muhfucka with pink and gray décor everywhere. Her sitting area wasn't as spacious as my condo, but it was still a pretty decent size for her. "You hungry?"

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