Page 14 of For the Lover in You
I scoffed. It was funny how he threatened to call the police on Chasity when he came in, disturbing her peace at her work environment. I'd known Chasity for a long time, and I'll be damned if I was going to let some random ass nigga do anything to her.
"Kyle, what do you want?" Mila asked. She sounded defeated from her tone. "You're making a scene."
"You're damn right I am. You ran off with my son! How the fuck could I not make a scene right now?"
The few people in the restaurant stared at everything going down.
"Kyle—"
"Don't Kyle me. First, you're staying in a hotel, then—" He looked her up and down. "You work here too?" He laughed. "Let me get this straight. You're staying in a hotel, working as a server, and think that you can raise my son? Off what tips?"
"Kyle—" she gritted.
I could see her rage building up. She balled her fist by her side and bit her lip.
"Go get my son right now. I'm taking him back with me," he demanded.
"You're not taking him anywhere. He's definitely not going to go with you and your slut-ass mistress. KJ stays with me. He's well taken care of!"
"Bullshit!" he spat. "I came here to get my son. He will not be subject to poverty because your feelings are hurt."
"Nigga, you ain't leaving here with KJ."
Mila stepped into his face. Even though he towered over her, it didn't seem like she was scared. I saw his fist tighten, so I stood from the bar seat. Mila might have had a shitty attitude, but I would not sit here and watch a man hit a woman.
"You want a bet? Wait 'til my lawyers hear about this. I'll have full custody of KJ, and you'll never see him again. You think a judge is going to award a woman, staying in a hotel, working at a bar, custody over a well-known doctor? You've got another thing coming!"
The confidence Mila had faded away, and panic covered her face.
"Kyle, please..." Her voice was weak. She had surrendered to him in an instant. "You know I can't afford a lawyer."
"That's even better. KJ will be back with me in no time," he bitterly spat.
Chasity's eyes bounced between the two of them. She was even too stunned to speak. As I watched the scene unfold in front of me, I was taken aback that a man would take a child away from his mother when she was doing all that she could. The situation hit close to home, and I could no longer sit and watch.
"Ms. Mila," I interjected.
Everyone's eyes jumped toward me. I didn't miss how the young lady with the gentleman eye-fucked me as I made my way closer to them.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" I asked, looking at her.
"Um..." she stuttered over her words. "I-um-huh?"
"Great! I hate to come to your part-time job to trouble you with this, but your apartment is ready. We were just waiting for the cleaning to be completed. I also emailed you your job offer. Did you not get it?" I asked.
Mila looked at me confused, and I gave her a look to let her know to go along with what I was saying. Once she realized what I was doing, she followed suit.
"Sorry, I got distracted. I haven't had the time to look. Thank you so much for the opportunity!"
"You're welcome," I replied with a wink.
The gentleman scoffed. "Who is this clown?"
I smirked. "I don't see no clowns, but I'm Tremaine Houston, and that's all you need to know."
He scoffed. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Look me up, nigga."
