Page 10 of Giving Him Something He Can Feel

He nodded. “But you could still add some eggs to the menu, right?”

“Sure.” I was lying. I wasn’t adding no damn eggs to my fucking menu. He knew that too, that’s why he didn’t push the subject.

With his driving and inability to take his time with anything, we found ourselves at the restaurant less than forty-five minutes later. Then when we walked in I knew God had to be playing tricks on me, because my eyes landed on the man from last night. Him and the one Cartier who stayed in the vicinity of Jovie were standing at the door.

Then, to make matters worse my brother greeted them both, by name.

“What’s good nigga?” Cartier spoke to my brother.

Cartrek’s eyes never left me. I felt them, even though I looked everywhere but at him. I had to because his fucking stare was like a laser burning through me.

“Shit, tryna get a meal.” Fari shrugged, before his eyes went down to me. “Vee, this Cartier andCartrek.”

I nodded, about ready to act like I didn’t know their asses, but of course Cartrek spoke and Cartier’s stupid smirk gave something away. Nine times out of ten they thought I was one of Fari’s bitches because besides a few freckles we didn’t look a thing alike.

“What’s good, Peach?”

“We ain’t speaking, Virtue?”

“Who is Peach? How you know them?” By now Fari was all in my shit like a protective older brother.

“Now Fari.” I was about to check him about how he was coming at me in front of these niggas.

“Ain’t that deep bro. Ain’t know this was you.” Cartier cut his eyes in his brother’s direction before looking at Fari.

“First of all, I’m grown and I’m not him or whatever you’re saying right here. Second off Fari simmer down, I met them originally when Linny tried to give them some of my profits. Then last night when I went out with Jovie. Not that I have to explain myself to you, because you are not my father. You are my brother, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make a call.”

Without another word I walked off and left him there with them. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize I had walked into somebody until I hit a hard chest and fell back almost hitting the floor, but the same athletic frame caught me before I could hit the ground.

“You gotta watch where you going, Mama.”

“I’m sorr?—”

“Don’t be out here apologizing. You too beautiful for that.”

Back on my feet and standing before the handsome stranger, I smiled. “Thank you, and honestly I didn’t mean to bump into you. I wasn’t paying attention.”

An icy white smile crossed his expression. I mean this niggas eyes were even smiling. “Keepin’ it a buck I’m glad you bumped into me, baby. Means I ain’t have to fuck up yo’ motion to ask you for yo’ number while you was sitting down with whatever bunk ass nigga that you currently entertaining.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. He had personality, enough tocrack me up in the first five seconds of meeting. You didn’t meet many handsome men with personality in this city. Everybody was so serious, carrying so much anger in their beings that you just left folks alone.

“So, you finna gimme yo’ number or do I gotta fuck up your motion?”

Cackling, I accepted his phone and keyed my number in. I mean why would I have held it hostage? Conversation never hurt anyone, right?

I handed him his phone back, before looking around hoping my brother wasn’t on his sneak up on me shit. He was notorious for that.

“I’m Aylo, an?—”

“Virtue,” I answered before he could ask my name.

“I’ll hit you up soon, lil baby.” He gave me a final look before he walked away leaving me alone to my thoughts.

“You know that nigga, Peach?” Cartrek’s voice behind me broke my thoughts.

“No, but that doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?” A frown rested on his handsome face when I finally faced him.

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