Page 63 of Disrespectfully, Relic

He laughed and shoved a fry in his mouth. Once done chewing, he explained, “It ain’t as fancy as you think, and I make my own schedule. I just check out its location, do a walk through to see the structure of it, and then compare it to sales within the area. In and out, mama. I’ve done it so long, it’s like clockwork.”

“Do it more, and maybe I’ll miss you while you’re gone.”

“Damn, am I smothering you or something?”

“A little,” she admitted with a shrug.

A snort shot from Lomar before he brushed a hand over his fresh taper fade to play it cool. Kennedy grabbed her drink from the cupholder to take a sip.

The mug growing on his face exposed she’d upset him, and she felt bad about it to an extent. Kennedy was pissed with Relic for being distant for no damn reason but complaining about the fact Lomar enjoyed being around her. In typical woman fashion, she was focused on who didn’t want her instead of putting her energy into who did.

She placed her drink down before telling Lomar, “I’m not used to being under a man all the time. Even when my ex lived with me, I worked long hours. We met in bed at night, parted by morning, and chilled when we had time.”

“That’s all good and all, but where’s that nigga at now?”

Kennedy gawked before bursting into laughter. “You know what? Touche.”

“It wasn’t a slight, mama, but when I fuck with a woman, I show that by actions. Not talking, throwing money at her to shut her up, or giving her a vibe I can’t maintain. If you don’t want that, then let me know, and I can stop wasting my time.”

Lomar’s hardened expression held more seriousness than Kennedy had seen from him since they’d met. The corners of her mouth rose into a soft smile as she picked up his food tray from his lap to set on the dashboard before doing the same to her own. His evident irritation drained from his handsome features when she crawled over the center console, straddling his lap like they weren’t parked right out front of her salon in broad daylight. He had no issues with assuring her, so she wanted to reciprocate his actions.

“Don’t stop wasting your time,” she stated, giggling as he cracked a smile after they realized her blunder. “You know what I mean. I want to give this a shot. It may not seem like it, but I do fuck with you, Lomar.”

“I fuck with you too, mama, but you gotta stop talking to me like a nigga. You’re too pretty to act so damn hard all the time.”

“I do not!”

“The hell if you don’t. You talk to me like my homies talk to me, Kennedy. Shit, I think this is the first time you’ve really been on a nigga unless I’m copping a feel when I see an opening.”

“Well, I’m not a toucher. I can’t help that.”

“A nigga,” he maintained his stance, causing her to crack up. “You see what they say online about you?”

The topic switch furrowed her brows as her laughter ceased. Kennedy didn’t check her social media often unless it was her salon page that was steadily gaining more traction since the grand opening.

“What are they saying?” Her curiosity was piqued enough to inquire.

“I checked your shit out after your event, and it’s hella comments about how bad you are. I mean, I know the shit is true, but I remember the day we met that you seemed unsure about it. Muthafuckas who don’t even know you love your scars because they make you unique, Kennedy. You already stand out, but this is like the icing on the cake for real.”

His hand went to her cheek, but she recoiled when he grazed a thumb across her burns. Only Relic had touched the most damaged parts of her since her incident, and he did it as if it were a comfort for him. Lomar ogled her like a fetish.

“I’m making you uncomfortable?” he asked, and her nod confirmed what he’d deciphered from her tense posture.

“What was the point of telling me that?”

“Just thought you should know. Maybe if you saw that, you wouldn’t give me a hard time or play tough instead of letting a nigga in. You’d know I ain’t trying to game you since I’m not the only one out here that sees you’re top tier.”

Kennedy’s resolve diminished as she allowed his words to settle in her gut, easing her reservations. It was in her nature to remain tough until a man proved that she could show her soft side with him. Lomar had shot himself toward that goal line. Kennedy had done it twice—with her ex-boyfriend who’d left her after the fire, and her first love who’d shattered her heart beyond belief. Both relationships had gone to shit. She was hesitant to take that risk a third time, so her situation with Lomar was taking some serious adjusting.

Instead of telling him that and ruining the mood, she gripped his face with both hands and leaned in for a kiss. His hand went right to her ass, cuffing it as she pressed against his firm body while exploring his mouth with her tongue. Lomar fought her for control before he pulled back with a smirk.

“See what I mean? A nigga. I was supposed to initiate the kiss,” he muttered against her mouth, and she grinned.

“You were too slow, and I like going for what I want when I want it.”

She nibbled his lip and fed her tongue to him again, which he eagerly accepted. Lomar guided her in a rocking motion on his lap as they made out like horny ass high schoolers, not giving one damn if anyone saw. After a few heated minutes, Kennedy unlatched their mouths for a breather before her eyes downcast to his dick bricking up between her thighs. She tried not to express her relief at the fact, Lomar was packing.

“Stay over tonight,” she told him more as an order than a suggestion. When Lomar raised a brow at her calling the shots, she rolled her eyes. “Look, if you don’t want any pussy, that’s on you.”

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